Chapter 81: Candle Dragon

One punch was killed, just the first punch, which shattered all the means of Yuwen and shattered all the preparations, so from the second punch, Yuwen was a sandbag and was passively beaten. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Yuwen hadn't faced such an attack before, but he had heard others say that he had calculated the precautionary measures according to what he knew, but when he faced it directly today, he knew what kind of powerlessness it was in the face of this kind of attack!

It's too late to do anything, I can only watch myself being beaten, and even the instinctive rebound of my body can't be triggered, and I will be shattered by a punch!

All the means of prevention, when facing this kind of attack head-on, are like clowns, just to add more fun to the opponent, that's all.

How can you bear such humiliation!!

Whether it's Yuwen or Jiyuan, they can't bear such humiliation!

Die! must die!

Such powerlessness, such a shame, must be repaid with blood!!!

It's just that you hit five punches, but you just can't hold on! Sure enough, how weak you are now! In the face of the backlash of the order of heaven and earth, you can only support five times!

Yuwen jumped down, crossed the void, and slammed it with a punch.

There, there was no figure, only a large area of emptiness, even a trace of evil qi, a little space was nothing, under that kind of fist, the void had no meaning to continue to exist, all of them had to be shattered and crushed into nothingness.

No, it's not!

The punch of the attack is not like this.

Although the current dove immortal is a little strange, he doesn't know how to use the true magic of the immortal dao, his power is too scattered!

Although among his primitives, the two layers of worlds that Yuwen could see were almost all voids with only 100,000 li left, that is, the grade of the one who had just become an immortal, but it did not match the existence of an existence who had gone far in the second immortal.

It's too loose, just a comparison with Yuwen himself, like balloons blown up one by one, and a plate of loose sand piled up. Such a "quality", such a quality, even Yuwen can't suppress it, it's too strange.

But he is an immortal, and his power will flow spontaneously according to instinct, and perform the best form, but it is a little less and not coordinated enough, so there are all kinds of things.

The strength of the dove immortal, the incredible regression, is like a different person. But to snatch away the immortals, to take away an immortal from the Feather Immortal Palace, how could this not be discovered!

His state is so unsatisfactory, how can he and how he have the spare time to create such a scene.

This is the backlash of the order of heaven and earth!

Annihilate this place, and crush those who dare to provoke the majesty of order into nothingness!

Yuwen remembered some records.

There are no stumps, no ashes, in the face of the majesty of heaven and earth, nothing can exist intact, at least just immortals, it is not qualified.

However, the dove fairy is not dead yet!

Yuwen faintly felt that the dove immortal finally escaped from this backlash and did not die here.

"In that direction!" Yuwen closed his eyes, sensing the fluctuations between heaven and earth, and following his instincts, he slashed down with one blow.

Face down, deeper underground!

There it is!

When he opened his eyes, Yuwen was expressionless, he just raised his hand, and then a snow-white Dao light lit up.

If the ghost is in the world, kill the evil ghosts, if the evil is in the world, cut off the evil, the reason of the sword is all here.

Kill all enemies and destroy all evils, this is the way of the general!

Yuwen was dressed in white, the green silk was flying, and a hand knife was slashed, the snow-white sword light was as pure and bright as ice and snow, as powerful as the sky, with the will to kill all disobedience, the blasting that killed everything, and the fluctuation of killing everything, just like the boiling soup poured into the snow, there was no fireworks, and it was open all the way, like entering a no-man's land.

Seen, bits and pieces, more breath, more traces.

He's just ahead!

The sword light is like snow, falling from the nine heavens and floating all over the world.

With the crystal light that galloped all the way, chasing up, the body and the sword, the intention and the qi, the sword light cut out became more and more condensed, and the six thousand broken primitives also echoed the repair, in this smooth and mysterious breathing resonance, renovated and reshaped.

Not only the surface layer of those primitives, but even the lower worlds in the dust and sand among them have gradually recovered the territory of 600 billion miles.

In a realm, how much sand and dust is there?

With the gradual rotation and repair of cultivation, Yuwen's sword light is also more terrifying, faintly, there is a bit of beyond the world, jumping out of the world, it seems to be the sky outside the flying immortals, slashing the rolling red dust, a sword slashed from the sky, prosperous moment loess.

Falling headlong and plunging into a more intense aura, the dove immortal spat out blood violently, and finally gathered back part of his body, but it fell apart again, and the primitives were scattered, flashing with a little ghostly light, and he lost control.

"Cough!cough!cough!" The dove fairy coughed violently, gasping for breath, and muttered to himself: "This is the world of mythology, I am still careless." ā€

"If you want to go back first, if you continue like this, I can't hold it back. The dove immortal gasped for a long time, suddenly came to his senses, and scolded himself: "It's really stupid, this body is an immortal, it doesn't need to breathe at all, and it's still used to it." ā€

"It's not good that he might be resurrected from his own memories, even though he was disrupted. Let's leave something to suppress. I got out this time, and what I left behind, should be able to bring me back. In the golden pupils of the dove fairy, there was a terrible black intent, and the teeth and claws were dancing, as if it was the lowest level of darkness, the deepest despair, and eternal destruction.

"After suffering such a serious injury, if I don't go back, I will really disappear, I am really unwilling!

A cloud of black mist rose from the dove fairy's body, lit up two blood-colored red pupils, circulated for a while, turned into a black light, circled around the dove fairy's body for three weeks, and then nodded on his forehead, and he didn't know what was left, and said with a low smile: "Just put it here first, and wait for me to come back." ā€

A darkness floated behind the dove immortal, deep and distant, silent, without a trace of temperature, without a bit of coldness, and even the surrounding earth evil qi did not react to this, as if in two dimensions, passing by.

Looking at this darkness, this black light trembled slightly, and in the blood-red red pupils, there was disgust and expectation, and he reluctantly floated forward.

The sword light like snow slashed down, and came straight to the black light, unwavering and unwavering.

Hei Guang turned around, looked at Yuwen, and said with a low smile: "It's useless, this is the Nine Shades Passage, there is no eternal sinking, how can it be close to the Nine Shades." ā€

The sword light persevered, shuttling through a heavy void, across the endless world, but still could not get close to the black light half a step, stopped in front of it, between the two, there is an endless distance, no matter how long it is alive, exhausted the year of the monkey, the month of the horse, it is unapproachable.

Yuwen's eyes were indifferent, and he burst out with a stronger will, still slashing down with a sword, gushing endlessly, until he wanted to break the stubbornness, shatter the void, and kill to eternity.

Fang Yuan had already come here, so naturally he had seen this scene as well.

That darkness is unattainable, with the realm of true immortals, it is also untouchable, only sight, only feeling, can sense this thing, see this appearance, as if it arises from karma, born with thoughts.

However, Fang Yuan had an external attachment on his body, two Da Luo-level treasures, which gave Fang Yuan an extraordinary spiritual sense, and naturally he was able to get more information, that dark Nine Shadows, there was no aura of desolation.

"Boom!" This underground void suddenly burst into a loud bang, and an incomparably violent force was forced below, in the depths of the earth, and the depths of the earth.

"Roar!" A loud dragon roar came from below, and in an instant, Fang Yuan clearly sensed that the entire flood was trembling, shaking and trembling together.

The whole void was shaking, the black light was shocked, and hurriedly ran towards the darkness, this kind of void chorus scene, he had seen it once a thousand years ago, since then, the four poles of this world have changed, although it has not yet shown anything, but this kind of realization that shook the entire heaven and earth, no one dares to question it.

Bang, the darkness shook and then shattered and vanished, a broken black light fell, twisted a few times, and then dissipated in bits and pieces.

Yuwen has been staring at the black light, seeing such a scene, he quickly raised his hand to grab it.

I still want to play dead and escape!

The spiritual sense diverged and sensed, and then was instantly suppressed by the two treasures of Da Luo, and a strange picture unfolded in Fang Yuan's vision.

The whole desolate heaven and earth, trembling slightly, like the surface of the water, from the source, ripples in circles, slowly shaking, and then there was a source that also shook the world, although it was a little weak, but it was supplemented from the larger source, and it also set off ripples.

One, just below. And the other is in the northwest, that is Tianzhu, that is Zhoushan!

"Pangu's, inheritance?"

Looking at this scene, Fang Yuan was silent.

A crimson figure, breaking through an unknown barrier, came here, it was the face of a young man.

But in Fang Yuan's eyes, it was the appearance of a huge human-faced snake body, with straight eyes, a red body, and a body of thousands of miles.

The huge pupils contain an immeasurable amount of light, and when you open your eyes, it is day, and when you close your eyes, it is night. Between breaths, the white breath is vast, alternating between hot and cold, inhaling for winter and exhaling for summer.

The man looked at the void and saw Fang Yuan, as if he was a little surprised, and then nodded here again, and said with a smile: "I'm Li Wei, please advise." ā€

There are snakes!

Fang Yuan's body trembled slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before he appeared and said, "Candle Dragon, why are you here?"