Chen Weiming never thought that he would get such an answer to his question. can see that Chen Pan has a serious look, and it doesn't look like he's joking with himself.

After Chen Pan finished speaking, he didn't look at him again, but looked at Li Qinglian: "You helped the three-foot sword before, so that he regained a body with a soul brand, so I think you should be able to help me too." This could be my last fight, so I can be perfect. ”

Li Qinglian shook her head slightly: "I don't like to listen to people explain what happened, especially in your case, in short, I will do my best." ”

Immediately, he didn't say more, and the clear light in his hand wrapped around Chen Pan one by one, and it didn't take long to wrap him tightly, like a big silkworm cocoon.

What does that mean...... Chen Weiming lost his mind for a while, still thinking about the meaning of Chen Pan's words just now.

In another place, the battle is becoming more and more intense, and the three Qingdao people joined forces, and once again relied on their magic weapons and their own magical powers, they joined forces to play a green lotus. The mystical light swayed, pouring down, greatly curbing the devouring qi.

The purpose of this battle is not to defeat or kill the other party, but to awaken Yang Fanhai's sanity, they both put themselves in a secondary position, and the main characters are Yang Jian and Yang Zimo. They are blood relatives and are more relatable.

"Big brother!"

After several contacts, to no avail, Yang Jian's heart was painful and indescribable, and he finally decided to change his method.

Attracting Li Qinglian's creative power to entangle along the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, with the blessing of the power of the Extreme Dao, this weapon, which was no more than a mixed yuan divine weapon, became similar to the innate treasure in an instant.

"Big brother, Erlang can't help it!"

With a sigh, Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged knife and rushed directly towards the Devouring Lord. This time, it was no longer a temptation and contact, but a direct and brutal way.

In such a situation, perhaps only by completely defeating the other party can there be a further possibility.

The three-pointed and two-edged knife here, the blue light was entangled, and in an instant, it turned into white light surging, surging and churning, like a light gun, about to pierce the whole world.

This trick is called Guantian, which is learned from a book of exercises from the ancient era, there are three styles, each of which is extremely powerful, which can be called against the sky.

This is the strongest martial art of the martial arts pattern, which is inherited from a strong man called the martial saint in the ancient era. Although he was a monk who was only in the realm of a saint and an immortal king, he left an indelible legend in that era.

He was the first strong man to cultivate the Dao of Martial Arts to the level of entering the house, and he was also the first hero to create the Mixed Yuan Emperor to die to the supreme powerhouse.

He was once in charge of the Langya Holy Land, and his exercise books and secret techniques were unparalleled in the world. I'm afraid that except for the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, no one and no force can compare with him.

This martial arts three styles are created by the martial saint by fusing various martial arts in the world and Dao pattern mysteries, and has the power to change his life against the sky. If it weren't for Yang Jian being Yang Fanhai's younger brother, and Yang Fanhai being Fu Xi's disciple, he wouldn't have been able to get this book at all.

Piercing the sky, it was like a comet hitting the sun, and the white horse passed through the gap, piercing through the endless sky, and directly blasted in front of the Devouring Lord.

"Whew!"

Violent and ferocious, the Lord of Devouring didn't know what it meant to be terrible or scared, so he slapped it out and greeted it directly.

The moment it hit, a burst of metal clashing was heard, followed by a burst of flesh and bone crackling, and the arm that greeted the Devouring Lord exploded instantly, shattering into countless pieces and spilling into the void.

Such an attack made the Sanqing Daoist also look pale, and his heart was secretly shocked. If you think about it carefully, if you fight in the same realm, you may not be able to take this trick by yourself.

"Daddy!"

Yang Zimo exclaimed, extremely anxious. The Lord of Devouring did not change because of this, and under the severe pain, he waved his hand casually, like a mountain striking, directly slapping him away.

Even if he was protected by Li Qinglian's strength, he would inevitably suffer severe pain in his flesh and skin, which made Yang Zimo let out a miserable scream.

Feeling that there was a soft persimmon to pinch, the Lord of Devouring did not make a move on the first offender who injured him, but chased after Yang Zimo, who was obviously weaker, as if he was preparing to kill this son first.

At this time, Yang Jian changed his move, and the second move of the martial arts three styles rushed over again.

The three-pointed two-edged sword swept across the void, leaving a series of imprints, which were traces of martial arts, and they were extraordinary. In an instant, a fiery red light appeared on the weapon, and it became more and more and more abundant, and in a short time, it burned like a flame.

It's just that there is no real flame power in this flame, but there is a mysterious and extraordinary, indescribable strange power, as if it is a mixture of all kinds of things in the world.

The second move of the three styles of martial arts, Hongchen.

First enter the world, and then be born, go through the red dust for eternity, and get the understanding of eternity.

Glory is a life, humiliation is a life, prosperity is a life, decline is a life, victory is a life, defeat is a life......

In any case, it is all your own fate, your own choice, and your own luck.

After going through all kinds of things in the world and all kinds of life, I finally have something to gain and understand. This move is full of the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the martial saint back then.

It was as if a spear had crossed over, catching up in an instant, and stabbing directly into the back. Rao is a body like the Lord of Devouring, but he is not immune to such attacks.

I saw a small spiral socket appear on the back where it was hit, and then it rebounded and bulged, exploding instantly, and the flesh and blood flew sideways.

One move after another, Yang Jian did not stop. The dream of the red dust is broken, goodbye to the floating life.

The three-pointed two-edged knife does not retreat, but continues to get closer, driving straight in. The accumulation of power caused the light of this weapon to mutate, and the white light condensed, like the blue of ice and snow, and the cold light flickered.

The third move of the three styles of martial arts, breaking the floating life.

After a lot of dust, since then, the dream has been broken, and many past events have nothing to do with me.

At this moment, Yang Jian was also desperately trying his best to harden his heart, as if the Devouring Lord in front of him was not his brother, so that he could send this supreme blow.

Unfortunately, the Lord of Devouring was no ordinary God, and even if he was continuously injured, such injuries were really nothing to him. With a big mouth, all the broken flesh was inhaled, the wound squirmed, and it recovered instantly.

Four arms stretched out at the same time, and at a strange angle, they grabbed the three-pointed two-edged knife from the back, so that Yang Jian could not advance an inch.

Before he could get along with each other, he heard a loud roar from the Lord of Devouring, with brute force in his four arms, he grabbed the three-pointed two-edged knife and shook it, and he actually threw Yang Jian out directly.

Before he could react, he saw a spatial shift from the Devouring Lord, and he arrived in front of him in an instant. A punch was thrown out and it hit directly. I only heard Yang Jian scream in pain, and he disappeared into the sky like a meteor.

An obstacle was cleared, and the Lord of Devouring turned around, rushed towards Yang Zimo again, and raised his hand to turn into a huge black hole, which was actually ready to be devoured directly.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a figure flew in, and with a palm, the Devouring Lord was directly sent far away. Goodbye to the people who came to the sky, with a solemn face and a heroic spirit.

At this moment, this body also changed, no longer looking like Chen Weiming, but becoming Chen Pan.

"Brother, since you're crazy because of this, let me wake you up today. ”

As soon as the words fell, Chen Pan rushed directly towards the Devouring Lord.