A consummation monk of the twelfth layer of the god transformation, the most powerful existence in the snow capital realm, on this day, he inexplicably fell in the middle of an unknown person!

There are no bones left, and the infant has no time to escape!

Shocked, shocked!

Everyone stared at Wang An with eyes like they had seen a ghost, is this still the fifth layer of the gods? Killing the gods is as complete as slaughtering dogs, and the combat power is terrifying!

All the monks stopped fighting, the heavens and the earth were dead, and the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Whew!"

At this moment, the space where the golden giant claw stretched out before, there was a wriggling, and a golden ray shot out.

The next moment, the Qiankun Ring suspended in the air disappeared directly.

The aura gradually cleared, and a three-foot-long golden strange snake, like a dragon, appeared in the air, and beside it was a golden turtle the size of a palm, with two small paws holding the Qiankun ring, and its small eyes were dripping and rolling, full of greed.

"Haha, little loach, oh no....little dragon, we sent it, this is the ring of the Divine Transformation Perfection Monk. Xiao Jin fluttered and flew to Wang An's side with Xiaolong, glancing at Wang An with his eyes from time to time.

Xiao Jin's words directly broke the dead silence.

"Yunluo...."

The monk of the Shui family finally reacted and cried out loudly.

"Little ghost, no matter who you are, kill the monk of my Shui family, you will definitely die today!"

Shui Yankong's face was grief-stricken, he jumped like thunder, his murderous aura rolled all over his body, staring at Wang An with a devouring gaze, and a terrifying spiritual pressure instantly locked on Wang An's body.

"Boom, boom!"

The next moment, the aura on Shui Yankong's body began to become tyrannical, and his momentum was rising, and the violent spiritual pressure was radiating in all directions, spreading out in circles around him.

The aura on his body was like a volcanic eruption, rushing straight into the vast Han Night, and the aura was agitated, like a raging storm, frantically squeezing into his body.

A moment later, wisps of terrifying avenue coercion began to appear in the firmament, and a vague repulsive force suddenly appeared on Shui Yankong's body, as if the momentum on his body was even stronger, he would be directly repelled by the power of the Dao, or be bombarded.

"Shui Yankong, you are crazy, are you dying, burning Shouyuan so crazy!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Yu Wenlong was shocked, and his figure flashed and fled in all directions, as if he didn't want to collide with Shui Yankong in this state.

Shui Yankong's body flashed with inspiration, and he pounced directly on Wang An, and the Wanmei Blossom Scroll Runes in his hand lingered, exuding an ancient and obscure terrifying aura, and the laws were dense and brilliant.

"Give me death, and all the monks of your Xue family will be buried for Yunluo!"

Shui Yankong's eyes were red, and the breath on his body was tyrannical, like a mad man, and like a mad demon beast.

Wang An's face changed, a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes, and he felt a faint crisis rushing towards him, and the whole person was in a depressed state.

"Hmph, Shui Yunluo led people to kill many monks in the snow, today is nothing more than blood debts and blood repayment, what's the matter?" Wang An's eyes lit up, and he said vigilantly.

Shui Yankong didn't answer, he pointed his fingers, the picture scroll in front of him slipped and turned, thousands of plum blossoms bloomed, and a strange cold force swept between heaven and earth, and the power of dense laws rolled and surged.

Wang An only felt that the plum blossoms were blooming, and the laws were vertical and horizontal, and they instantly pounced on him, a terrifying force as vast as an abyss, destroying the world and the earth, and it seemed that he was going to suppress himself fiercely.

With a thought in his mind, the Eight Desolation Sword in his hand was divided into eight, and the eight-colored spiritual light surged, and eight sword shadows the size of thousands of zhang suddenly appeared in the air.

The power of the eight laws was intertwined and surging, and the eight spiritual qi were like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, falling directly into the sword shadow.

"Whew!"

Wang An pointed his finger, and the eight sword shadows instantly merged together, his whole person's runes flickered, and the sword intent was surging, and after a blur, he directly merged with the Eight Desolation Swords!

"Boom!"

The sword qi was agitated, the sword light flickered, and a mighty sword intent that pierced the sky and cut through time and space with a sword rushed to the sky.

The spiritual pressure emitted around him, the void couldn't bear it, it shattered with a bang, and countless spatial powers floated in the air.

"Boom!"

Wang Anren and his sword were one, and he rushed into the flying miles without hesitation, like an eight-colored spirit dragon, mighty and rolling, magnificent and mighty, invincible, sweeping invincible.

Heaven and earth were eclipsed, and only the rolling momentum of the two of them erupted, which disturbed the sky and reversed the void aura.

At this moment, a thought suddenly arose in the hearts of every monk watching the battle, is this still the fifth layer of the gods?

Demon, this person is definitely a demon-level genius!

The aura was raging, the flying flowers dissipated, the sword shadow flew upside down, and one person and one sword smashed down to the earth respectively.

The earth and ravines make up, the smoke of gunpowder is filled, and the law is raging.

"Brother......

"My King's ......"

After Xiao Ruoli and the two of them felt that Wang An flew out upside down, their faces changed greatly, and they all exclaimed, and their bodies were all gone, shooting towards this side.

Seeing Xiao Ruoli flying over, the eyes of the rest of the Shui family's god-transforming monks flashed, and they also flew over.

"Whew!"

In the smoke-filled ravine, a figure suddenly flew out.

"Ahem, Lili, Jingchen, I'm fine, you don't have to worry!"

Wang An looked vaguely embarrassed at the moment, his clothes were ragged, his breath fluctuated, and golden blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Ruoli stagnated from the two of them, and fell directly beside Wang An.

"Haha, little guy, Burning Shouyuan, how long can you hold on?" Wang An said coldly as he stared at the other party.

"Hey, you didn't die, it's your fate. Junior brothers, go up together and kill this fang!" Shui Yankong's expression changed, and he looked at Wang An with a faint hint of jealousy.

The next moment, he directly said something that shocked everyone, and he actually called the rest of the monks of the Shui family to besiege Wang An.

There are still fifteen god-transforming monks left in the Shui family, and their figures flashed, surrounding Wang An and Xiao Ruoli.

As for the other Transformation Cultivators of the Lan Xue Sect, their eyes flickered, and they didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

There are also some monks among them, knowing that Wang An and the others are monks of the Xue family, and they seem to want to help Wang An and the others.

"Haha, do you want to fight in a group? Since that's the case, you're welcome!" Wang An's spiritual pressure momentum soared, and the magic trick in his hand changed.

"Crackling!"

Out of thin air, Wang An's body erupted with terrifying thunder power, the law of thunder was agitated and rolling, dense thunder and lightning appeared in the air, the sky and the earth changed color, and a breath that was almost heavenly tribulation spread from Wang An's body to the surroundings.

A vast and majestic thunder prison suddenly appeared in the air, the thunder rolled, the law was agitated, at a glance, the purple light shone in the world, and the center of the thunder carried a strange wisp of black thunder, and on each black thunderbolt, there was a trace of terrifying destruction aura.

That's not all, as soon as the aura on Wang An's body changed, the ice magic power was also unleashed, and a strange cold force erupted, which seemed to be able to seal the world and freeze time and space.

Xiao Ruoli also followed closely and displayed his little magic power Ice River World.

The golden light on Pan Jingchen's body flashed, and he instantly turned into a golden giant the size of a hundred zhang, exuding an ancient and barbaric vicissitudes of life around his body, and seemed to have turned into an ancient god and demon, and the majestic blood qi rose to the sky, and the law of force lingered around her.

The battle was about to break out, and the tense atmosphere made everyone hold their breath, for fear of disturbing the people in the fighting method!

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