The six of the ten rounds of sunshine will go in a moment, and if you don't crack the tortoise shell, the rest of the suns will fall one after another.

At that time, it will inevitably be a stormy attack by the three people led by the old man of the dragon head, if it is a separate discussion of the law, the other party is naturally not a clear opponent.

But the other party is three people, and they are comparable to quasi-saint cultivators together, and this powerful realm is enough to make Feng Qingyang desperate, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, he will hate it.

"Your ancestor's plank ......" Feng Qingyang's face was gloomy like water, and he raised his hand to punch the tortoise shell on the ground again, and several punches came down one after another.

For a moment, the light around the tortoise shell gradually dimmed, and the old man's body that had recovered to its original state was blown up again, and the wind cleared up.

At this moment, his eyes are clear, and he can no longer see the slightest anxiety and worry.

Wangzi Jue rose slowly, his eyes were like a torch, and the essence of light emitted from it almost melted the void, regardless of the storm and rain outside, he was as entrenched as Mount Tai as he was, the sky and the earth were cracked and his face did not change.

"Tortoiseshell...... Tortoise shell ......" He murmured to himself, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the lines on the tortoise shell, and the heat in his eyes turned into tranquility, but it was like tenderness like water, and his eyes looked down.

It's like a cracked line, and there is an alternative law in the chaos, although it is not too obvious, but if a newcomer looks closely, it can still be seen.

There are rumors that the turtle is the four major spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, but the big world is full of chaos and wandering, although it is a bit exaggerated, but its strength and spirituality are not the slightest fraud, at least in Feng Qingyang's view, this may not be a legend.

Although the ancient myths have dissipated in the long river of history, there are still thousands of traces captured by later generations, although they are only a glimpse, but they are enough to glimpse the glory of distant times.

Gathering his mind, gradually, Feng Qingyang's eyes blurred, everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him, not only that, even if there were only two rounds of the sun in the sky left at this time, he was still unmoved.

"Spirit Turtle Zhenhai, can cover the big world, although this tortoise shell is on this old man, but he is obviously not this spirit turtle deity, maybe the secret of this tortoise shell lies in the lines engraved on it......" The wind murmured, as he became more and more peaceful, the spirit appeared an unprecedented sense of ethereal.

Some people can travel under this ethereal spirit for nine days, and some people can take this opportunity to break through and realize it, but Feng Qingyang is guarding his mind and focusing all the epiphany generated by the ethereal hand on the tortoise shell on the ground.

Looking along its dense, seemingly clueless lines, I suddenly saw a hint of it, although I knew that this tortoise shell had a big secret, but it was really not something that ordinary people could figure out.

At least, to be able to make this tortoise shell bear, it is enough to prove that this hidden method is absolutely extremely clever, and the wind is clear and the blind cat touches the dead mouse, and glimpses one or two of them, which is also unprecedented.

"I see, the reason why this old man is not dead is precisely this tortoise shell, since you are not the spirit tortoise deity, then I will strip you of this armor. Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up, his ten fingers opened between words, and the sharp nails swished out like sharp swords.

Laughing weirdly, unconsciously, the fangs in the lips gradually grew, and it was under this weirdness that Feng Qingyang's body gradually began to transform into the king's own appearance.

All of this was subconsciously, and even Feng Qingyang didn't notice it, his nails couldn't break the tortoise shell, but it didn't mean that he couldn't break the rest of the things.

Although the old man's body was strong, compared to the clear wind, it was a scum, almost devastating, like cutting tofu, and after a while, the tortoise shell was completely stripped from his body.

Almost at this moment, the sky dome collapsed, and the last round of the sun was extinguished in an instant, and with the collapse of the barrier, the killing machine on the pavement suddenly locked it.

"Hmph, you're late. Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, turned his hand and collected the tortoise shell into the dantian world, and by the way, mobilized the entire world's nascent avenue to suppress it under the Xuanhuang of the final heart.

Suddenly, a flower in front of him, suddenly felt the supernatural power bombarded his body, he was shocked, the unimaginable violent impact, so that his body instantly came with a banging sound, although the reputation exploded and died, but it still made him painful, spurting out a mouthful of blood, Feng Qingyang's eyes showed shock, and he galloped to the left quickly.

"You immortal, this guy ......" Feng Qingyang's scalp was numb, and the scene he didn't want to see finally appeared, he initially guessed in his heart, but in the end he still had a trace of luck.

But now it seems that all this has come true, the old man of the tortoise shell is really bound by the tortoise shell, although the tortoise shell will be a lot stronger, but now it is not weak.

The previous supernatural power, if he was replaced by an ordinary monk, he would definitely die, and he relied on his strong body to withstand this fatal blow, even so, it made him extremely weak.

Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, and he turned around quickly, and when he looked back, these old men had joined forces, but the strange thing was that when the tortoise shell was peeled off, their eyes changed slightly, although they still bloomed with undisguised murder to themselves, but there was indeed no initial madness.

What surprised him even more was that when the tortoise shell completely disappeared, the dragon head and several other old men all revealed their deities, and the dragon head, wings, and tiger claws fell off in turn, which was not deliberate, but seemed to have completely lost some kind of connection.

Falling off the dragon's head and other objects, suspended in the air and emitting a ghostly light, the wind Qingyang is unknown, and the missing party suddenly raised his hand and waved, pushing all the remaining three things onto Feng Qingyang's body. "What do you mean?" he screamed, but thinking of the mystery of the tortoise shell, these things are by no means idle things, and they are related to treasures. Naturally, he wanted to put it in his pocket.

In this state of mind, Feng Qingyang unceremoniously put them away one by one, the difference is that the remaining three things, he did not suppress them under the central Xuanhuang, but separated them in turn and suppressed them with the power of the four origins.

The subconscious told him that these things must have a lot of tricks, but they haven't been solved yet.

"The treasure belongs to you, but you also have to have a life to take it, you are the only person who has reached the level of demon and heavenly pride in the ancient era since I saw the ancient times...... Then let me see how much you count. ”

The original tortoiseshell old man began to speak, and after a moment of silence, the four of them dispersed, locked the four directions, and turned all the thousands of squares into a prison.