Chapter 50

Hug Pu Palace.

Trial Road Plaza.

The battle was held as scheduled.

There is a trial road square in Nuoda, with a sea of people and mountains, and there are traces of shoulders.

Six games, to the greatest extent to determine who will climb to the top of the Sendai, Guantianshu stone tablet to enlighten the immortal battle array, held at the same time.

The autumn breeze is bleak.

Slightly cool, and killing.

Sixty extremely burly Kunlun slaves stood according to the ancient Liuding Liujia formation, forming a circular arena with a diameter of 100 zhang.

Sixty of them are the same, the height is nine feet, the muscles are rainbow, the Kunlun Nu with great visual impact, the face is solemn, sixty pairs of copper bell big eyes, there are no whites of the eyes, black beads and red pupils, and it is terrifying.

Hug Pushan 360 Kunlun slaves, born in response to the fighting array, the cultivation is unknown, but the speed is the kind of bullying the mountains and chasing the sea, fast to the boundless, if someone in the arena admits defeat and begs for mercy, they will terminate the fighting array at the first time.

But there are people in the fighting array, blindly brutal, bent on death, sixty Kunlun slaves with brown complexion and black will not move like a mountain, turn a blind eye, hear but not hear, and Mount Tai collapses in front of him without moving.

When people die, the battle stops, and the corpse returns!

Xu Xiaoxian was standing in the arena, his whole body was full of qi, and the fiery red true yuan was slowly flowing in the meridians, like a gurgling stream.

The cloud dragon spear was inserted next to Xu Xiaoxian, the head of the gun was three feet into the ground, the body of the gun was entwined with clouds, and the end of the gun was like a dragon's tail, and it looked very good.

Twenty zhang away, Jin Lian'er, who stood in front of the nine-foot Kunlun Nu and didn't look like a bird, was dressed in a tight-fitting black power suit, standing tall.

Three-legged gold-veined tripod.

It is rumored that the three-legged gold-veined tripod was stolen by Jin Lian'er from an ancient tomb.

The three-legged gold-patterned tripod is engraved with the Great Array of Soul Locking and Restraint, which Taoists despise, and hundreds of sonic attack inscriptions. ，

Once the Great Array of Soul Locking Locks is activated, the Three-Legged Golden-Patterned Ding will emit thousands of breathtaking sorrows, and the imprisoned souls in the Ding will also float out from the Ding, like maggots in tarsal bones, giving birth to countless negative thoughts, eating away at the cultivator's Dao Heart step by step.

Once a cultivator's Dao heart collapses, the three-legged gold-patterned tripod will be like an ancient artifact 'Heaven Turning Seal', smashing down on the head and crushing people into meat sauce.

It's extremely vicious.

Three-legged gold-patterned tripod, surrounded by gold and purple, but inside the tripod is a cloud of pitch black, mist, can not see the bottom, the fog in the tripod must be those trapped in the tripod of the soul condensed.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at the three-legged gold-patterned tripod in Jin Lian'er's hand, and then glanced at the two huge lumps of flesh on her chest, and the burly body that was also capable of pulling mountains and rivers while standing in the pile of tall men.

There is no beauty at all.

Xu Xiaoxian can be sure that even if Jin Lian'er shakes the one-third of an acre under her collarbone to be thrilling, she is still not feminine, but it will make people vomit out the overnight meal.

Xu Xiaoxian hugged his fists and saluted, but Jin Lian'er did not respond, her slightly rough neutral face was expressionless, and she said coldly: "Xu Xiaoxian, don't talk nonsense, see the truth under your hands." You win you, I win me, it's as simple as that. ”

After speaking, Jin Lian'er threw the three-legged gold-patterned tripod in her hand into the air, and the person also jumped up, buckled the gold-patterned tripod upside down, and then stepped on the bottom of the gold-patterned tripod and soared.

Xu Xiaoxian stood still, the fiery red true yuan in his body was still like a gurgling stream, without the surging of the river, but it was endless, and the purple qi lingered all over his body, he just watched the three-legged gold-veined tripod that rose into the sky visibly grow larger with the naked eye.

Jin Lian'er stepped on the bottom of the three-legged gold-veined tripod, climbing all the way to a height of thirty zhang, and the gold-patterned tripod is also getting bigger, rising to a height of thirty zhang, as if it was already the size of a circle of thirty zhang, like a huge pig iron pot, upside down in the sky.

The giant tripod is upside down on the top of the thin boy's head, as if it is like a black cloud rolling sky, which will be pressed down in an instant, and the young man stands under the giant tripod as small as an ant, but still does not move like a mountain.

"Xu Xiaoxian, if you admit defeat at this moment, I will stop. A sound no less than a man's roar fell from the sky, thick and abnormal, full of energy.

Jin Lian'er sat cross-legged somewhere at the bottom of the three-legged gold-veined tripod, holding a pair of small black hammers in her hands, and kept beating at the bottom of the gold-veined tripod according to a certain rhythm.

Every time she struck, a black mist poured out from the golden-veined tripod that was upside down in the air, filling the air.

Admit defeat?

In the past 12 years, 90,000 miles away, the young nuns have pooped in the nunnery, the monks have urinated in the temple, the farmhouse has stolen chickens and ducks, sprinkled silver on the hook fence, frozen, starved, bowed their heads, been beaten, scolded, and buried, but they have never admitted.

If the boy admits defeat, he will fall outside Blackwater City when he is eight years old, and if the boy admits defeat, he will not enter the realm of 'Heaven and Man Sitting on the Lotus' in the Ten Mile Peach Garden five years ago, and swallow all the peaches in the Ten Mile Peach Garden with one bite of 'Dragon Swallowing Water'.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't respond, he stood with his hands clenched into fists, and Jin Lian'er, who was sitting somewhere at the bottom of the three-legged gold-patterned ding, was tapping faster and faster with both hands.

Streams of black mist poured out from the golden-veined tripod like a spring, and in only five or six breaths, the thirty zhang square circle shrouded by the giant tripod was like ink dyeing, and the five fingers could not be seen when he reached out.

Within a radius of thirty zhang, there is only one pure land, that is the place where the cloud dragon spear is inserted, and the black mist seems to have consciousness, bypassing the cloud dragon spear three or two zhang.

Suddenly, Jin Lian'er, who was sitting at the bottom of the golden-patterned tripod, stopped striking with the black hammer, and poked out twelve small skull flags, which were inserted into the gold-patterned tripod in turn according to a certain mysterious position of the gossip array.

In a flash.

The three-legged gold-patterned tripod shrouded in a thirty-zhang square circle, the vision is steep.

In the darkness, a light rain began to fall, ticking and ticking.

Uncanny.

A pair of huge crimson eyes suddenly appeared in the thick black mist, and it stared at Xu Xiaoxian, and the two scarlet eyes were particularly dazzling in the darkness.

It seemed to be opening and closing, its crimson flickering in and out, its outline looming in the shimmer with a slight cry, half-flowing and meandering, melted in the shimmer by the rain. ，

Its contours were scrubbed, leaving only a thin layer of skin, like the skin of a dead man, which became more and more pale and cold in the dark light.

Eerie, depressing, and with a negative emotion from the depths of the soul spreading in the space......

Unpressable!

Xu Xiaoxian was unmoved, the two mysterious trees that were thriving on the fiery red true yuan in the Huangting Palace, Fan emitted a calming green light.

Xu Xiaoxian's heart hangs high like a mirror, penetrating everything, letting him cry and howl wolves, and the phantom is sensen, he is as immobile as a mountain.

Everything in the three-legged gold-patterned tripod, Jin Lian'er, who was sitting at the bottom of the gold-patterned tripod, knew everything well, she frowned like an ordinary woman, and her rough facial features became more and more ugly.

Jin Lian'er pinched the trick with both hands, bit the tip of her tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the small skeleton flag inserted on the gold-veined tripod instantly burned.

On the other hand, inside the gold-veined ding.

The rain stopped.

Heaven opens.

All the black mist condensed, transformed into a bloody skull, opened its big mouth, and pounced on Xu Xiaoxian.

In an instant, the boy pursed his lips.

Layers of waves shook under his feet, Xu Xiaoxian stepped onto the waves, and the fiery red true yuan in his body came out of the Yellow Court and went straight to Kunlun.

Passing through the gate of heaven in one go.

The boy clenched his fists, his figure was so fast that he tore through the air, and he performed "Seventy-two Ways of Earth Fist".

Last mover first comes.

Punch after punch hit the skull.

Mountains.

Catch the tiger.

Catch the gods.