It's not the original immortal five!

The fisherman stepped on the river, his expression unchanged, and he did not say a word. It's just that the dragon fishing rod in his hand was suddenly thrown out. At this time, the sea area within a radius of 100 miles was covered by a hat covering the sky.

The dragon rod is swayed at will, and this time it is not an invisible fishing line. Silky silver threads, shining voids. Between the drizzle and the waves, the silver filaments are like fishing nets.

And those thirty-one meditators are like trapped fish.

Paradise, Tenzo. That's an indiscriminate killing technique. The fisherman wants to be here, and let those black-clothed cultivators die in the sea of suffering.

"Worry-free paradise, the background is not bad!" The one who spoke was still the black-clothed cultivator who was the leader. The voice was cold and low, but there was no panic in the slightest.

The fisherman is indeed powerful, but it is said that these thirty-odd black-clothed monks will be easily buried by the fisherman, so it is not worthy of the name of ancient meditation.

It's just that the strength of the fishermen is really beyond their imagination.

Before he reached the promised land, he encountered a strong enemy. The black-clothed cultivator led by him knew that he had to use some means in advance

"Gather! change!" the black-clothed cultivator snorted softly.

In the storm, in the silver thread. The black-clothed netherworld cultivator quickly sealed, it was a pure netherworld technique. A black gas rose from between his hands.

The same is true for other meditations, which are as uniform as one person.

Whew――

With the Nether Seal in his hand, a black hole appeared above the heads of the thirty-one black-clothed monks. The black hole hung over their heads.

The black gas is swirling, and the brilliance is flickering.

Whoosh - Whoosh -

Looking at it again, those black-clothed bodies suddenly turned into black light, directly escaping into the black hole above their heads. Moment. The black hole has closed and turned into a black dot.

"Huh?" the fisherman raised an eyebrow. Because, this strange spell instantly made the fisherman's dragon rod fail. Among the silver nets. There are no fish left.

Whew-roar--

Suddenly, the thirty-one black lights in the void gathered together to form a cluster of light. Then, it suddenly exploded again.

Boom -

Thirty-one black light changed to seven. Seven black beams of light, as if falling from the sky, went straight to the sea of suffering.

Boom-boom-boom-

A sky-covering hat hanging in the void. It seemed to have been hit by some kind of strong impact, and it shook slightly. At the same time, the dozens of water peaks that were stirred up by the fisherman's immortal power. Exploded.

The coercion under the sky-covering hat also exploded suddenly.

The waves of the water are divided into four parts, stirring up a thousand feet. The tide surged, like a tsunami.

At this time. The whole river is in four regions. There is no distinction between heaven and sea. It was blank, the rain was like a pillar, and the wind was raging. If you look at it from a distance, you can only see the sea and the sky, and the world is not visible in the dark.

"Break!" In the void, it was still the voice of the black-clothed cultivator. Seven black lights, like seven ancient oolongs, open teeth and claws. Roaring in anger, he went straight to the fisherman.

"Netherworld Unification!" a cold glint flashed in the fisherman's eyes. At the same time, there was a hint of horror in his eyes.

It has been recorded in the ancient books of Paradise: The ancient monks of the Netherworld can cultivate the method of unity. Turn 10,000 souls into thousands, gather 1,000 souls into hundreds, and turn 100 souls into one.

The realm is doubled and superimposed, and the heart and soul are one, like one person, unmatched.

It's just that once this technique is practiced, those combined monks will have no possibility of advancing in their lifetime.

Ancient and mysterious.

That's all about legend. No one has ever actually seen it. The fisherman of Paradise has a special status on Sanssouci Island, and he has only read the ancient books of Paradise and knows a little about it.

The aura emitted by the seven black dragons far exceeded the Primordial Immortal Fivefold Realm of the Supreme Cultivator of Fang Cai.

Original Immortal Ninefold?

Netherworld unification technique, really in the world.

Among the seven black dragons, one breath was actually close to the Nine Great Consummations of the Origin Immortals. The fisherman raised an eyebrow, for it was just one of them. He had no time to discern the other breaths.

This kind of power is something that even fishermen dare not shake.

"Take!" the fisherman's mind raced

The hat covering the sky was quickly retracted, and instantly turned into a blue light, blocking the fisherman like a shield.

The sky-covering hat is the best defensive holy weapon.

Boom-boom-boom

A loud bang shook the sky, and the sound shook the endless sea. The big waves stirred up went straight to the sky. At that moment, a layer of dark clouds above the sea of bitterness was unexpectedly exploded.

The sky is shining and the storm is not stopping.

The power of the seven black lights gathered almost smashed the sky-covering hat. That is the combined strike of the seven primordial immortal high ranks, how can the power be the same?

Whew――

On the river, the fisherman avoided its edge and retreated more than ten miles away. His feet, which did not leave the river, splashed behind him as he retreated, such a wall.

Like a giant wheel, the sky-covering hat rotated rapidly, trying its best to unload the power of the original immortal. But Rao is like this, and it also turns upside down with the fisherman's body for more than ten miles.

In the end, the hat that covers the sky can be fixed dozens of feet in front of the fisherman. Sneered at the green mangs and turned into endless gunsmoke.

"Hmm!"

Fisherman, his complexion changed slightly. Even with the best defense, he Danhai was also churning. The power of the blow is indeed amazing.

Alone against the seven primordial immortals, the fisherman can be described as a bitter battle.

It's just that the fisherman himself may not know how many years he has been practicing. However, the last time he could make his breath churn, he couldn't remember.

Promised land may have been stable for too long.

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Sanssouci Island.

Le Zheng Yunyu was dressed in white, standing on the seashore with his hands in his hands, looking at the west.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the placket is lightly swayed. There was no one on Le Zheng Yunyu's side, and he was a little lonely. Nowadays, the entire island of Sanssouci is strictly forbidden to go to sea.

Naturally, no one dared to resist the order of the Owner of Sanssouci Island, although most of the Monks of Paradise did not understand this order of the Paradise Lord.

Do you look at the fisherman, falling?

However, Le Zheng Yunyu did not explain it to anyone.

At this time, Le Zhengyun Yu saw all the battles on the big river. A touch of coldness quietly passed through the eyes of the owner of Sanssouci Island.

The power displayed by those ancient meditation cultivators made his heart sink slightly.

Mother-in-law Aoyama. It is not surprising that he was cut down by a meditation cultivator. However, these meditations were able to fight the fisherman to this extent. Not to be underestimated.

The bottom limit of the fisherman, in fact, even the owner of Sanssouci Island does not know.

He just understood that the fisherman had deliberately let Amu through. In today's battle, the fisherman will never tolerate mercy.

On the big river, let the fisherman retreat for dozens of miles. Such a situation, as far as Le Zhengyunyu knows, has never occurred.

"Fisherman!" Le Zheng Yunyu didn't know what to remember. The corners of his mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile. At the same time, looking up at the void, it seemed to be waiting for something.

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Bitter sea. The waves subsided, and the storm stopped.

Seven blackfriars floated in the air in a fan-shape. One original immortal ninefold, three original immortals eightfold. The three original immortals are seven major consummations.

Black-clad Dayu. Black and white masks. On the surface, these monks were no different from those cultivators except for the realm.

"The Fisherman's Treasure is extraordinary!" led the black-clothed cultivator.

"The netherworld is one, and the old man has seen it today!" the fisherman sneered.

"You are the original immortal nine!" the black-clothed cultivator's voice was still mechanical.

"Realm?" the fisherman shook his head noncommittally, "Old man, I have long forgotten the realm. Because, no matter what the realm is. Being able to kill is king!"

Whew――

The murderous intent flashed in the fisherman's eyes again.

This time, the fisherman has three treasures in his hand. Because. The fisherman didn't know if he could use it again. If the seven cultivators in front of him merged again, then I am afraid that they would break through the Eternal Realm.

If that were the case, the fisherman would not be sure.

The fisherman in this state doesn't dare to think about it. Therefore, the fisherman should strike first. He couldn't give these primordial immortals too many chances.

The Qiankun fish basket flew out directly, covering the three original immortals and seven major consummations. The sky-covering hat, like a flying saucer, went straight to the three original immortals.

And the fisherman himself shook the fishing rod and rolled directly towards the meditation cultivator who was now the Nine Layers of the Original Immortal.

The enemy is outnumbered, and the thief captures the king.

Those two magic weapons, if they could restrain the other six cultivators for a while, the fisherman was confident that he could destroy the original immortal ninefold.

"Hmph!" The Yuan Immortal Jiu who was the leader actually said coldly, as if he had seen through the fisherman's thoughts. Look again, his hands are stamped on his chest.

The ninefold immortal power of the original immortal suddenly dispersed.

At the same time, the center of the eyebrows of the black and white ghost face showed a bright light.

It's not just fishermen who have magic weapons. These Netherworld monks, who came on the orders of the Netherworld, could not have a few treasures of the Netherworld. It's just that they want to stay behind.

A flash of light, the void "gurgling" sounded, and it turned out to be two chains, one black and one white.

Nether Chains!

It's just that the fisherman doesn't know him. I saw that the two chains were divided left and right, the black chains were directly wrapped around the dragon rod, and the white chains were like spears, piercing the fisherman's heart.

The level of this chain is not weaker than that of a dragon fishing rod. That is also a magic weapon that can destroy the original immortals.

Whoop Leng--Wow Leng--Wow Leng-

The black chains are like long snakes spitting letters. The fisherman's dragon rod has just been thrown out. The black chain happened to be directly entangled in the line of the dragon rod.

The fishing line is invisible, but it can break the body of the original immortal, and its toughness can be known.

"Huh?"

The fisherman was shocked. However, the dragon rod in his hand can no longer be wielded freely. At this moment, the white chains came straight to his heart.

The fisherman didn't dare to fight the enemy, and pulled back sharply with the dragon rod in his hand. The fishing line was broken in response. Presumably, the fisherman has his own tricks.

The fisherman retreated, but the white chains followed. On the river, the fisherman retreats, and the chains chase. The Fisherman of Paradise has probably never been so embarrassed.

At the same time, the other two magic weapons of the fisherman had also been shaken open by the other six original immortals.

Harvest!

The fisherman drank softly, and the hat that covered the sky was the Savior again.

Boom -

The white chain was finally shaken away by the sky-covering hat, but the backlash of the hat was not gone, and it crashed directly into the fisherman.

"Hmm!" the fisherman churned, and a mouthful of blood gushed up. It's just that when he was pressed down by the fisherman, only a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, the Qiankun fish basket emitted a green mang, like a curtain, protecting the fisherman.

Above the river, the fisherman locked his eyebrows and took a deep breath. The breath in the Danhai is slightly stable. The advantage of Fang Cai is gone.

The fisherman has been wounded.

The seven primordial immortals were still standing in a fan shape. On both sides of the black-clothed meditation leader, the black-and-white Netherworld Chains stood with their heads held high like two evil snakes.

The scales of victory, it seems, are beginning to tilt. The fisherman has lost the invincible momentum of the party.

At this time, the big river under the fisherman's feet flows faster. Above that sea of suffering, there is an endless flow.

"Fisherman, you have been badly wounded, do not be stubborn, Hades will judge you!" the leader of the blackfriar spoke again.

"Hehe!" The fisherman squinted at the seven cultivators, and his expression gradually calmed down, "Cultivators, it's always you who have resisted!"

"You're pushing me to do it!"

The fisherman thought silently in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes, and a seal began in his hand.

At this time, the seven cultivators rushed straight to the fisherman. (To be continued.) )