In the inner hall of the Divine Pavilion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A ray of light bloomed in the corner.

Yan Xian sat on the chair, his eyes slightly closed, he pressed his hands on the armrests of the chair, slowly got up, and took a step forward.

He hadn't left the chair for too long, so this step ...... It seems heavy.

So he fell and fell hard to the ground.

The dust was flying beneath him, and a layer of dirt was attached to his face, but the smile on his face grew stronger, and then he looked back, and his feet were connected with a chain, dark in color, and connected to the darkness in the corner.

"Chained Dragon ......"

Yan Xian's handsome and pale face had a somewhat bewitching look.

The chain of dragons, as the name suggests, is that even a dragon can be locked, let alone a human?

This dragon chain has locked him for more than ten years, his mana has been stagnant, and he has been sitting on the chair for more than ten years, his blood and qi are not smooth, his muscles and muscles are atrophied, and it is difficult to step for a while.

He suddenly smiled, and there was something strange in his laughter.

Then I saw him pressed to the ground and gradually got up.

Bewitching face, long figure, white gown.

In the dust, slowly stand up.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

The whites of the eyes are jade, the pupils are dark gray, and they are full of the smell of cold killing.

He looked at the porcelain vase in his hand, took it back, and when he stretched it out again, there was already one more thing, as thin as paper, with sharp edges, and red as fire, it was actually a scale.

Yan Xian gritted his teeth, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes.

"Divine Pavilion!"

......

The island shook suddenly.

A picture of light burst out from the Divine Residence Pavilion, soaring into the sky and reaching into the sky.

There are many people in the pavilion, either the monks who take refuge in the Divine Pavilion, or the guest worshippers and elders recruited by the Divine Pavilion, or the boy servants and other subordinates.

But at this moment, whether it was a master or a mortal, whether it was a guest or a servant, a sense of horror arose.

"There's ...... Inner Hall?"

"What's there?"

"I don't know, it has always been a forbidden place in this pavilion, and only the true monarch or the young master, as well as those old stewards, can set foot in it. ”

Everyone was in a panic, and the old men who had followed the Idle God True Monarch when the Divine Residence Pavilion was first built vaguely understood something.

"Oh no......"

The old man stumbled out, he was like a sixtieth year, his hair was gray, and he looked at the rushing light in the inner hall, revealing a look of horror, "That's ...... Where did Zhenjun go to great lengths to suppress that murderer?"

He ...... Shake up the formation on the island?"

"How is this possible?"

The more the old man thought about it, the more horrified he was in his heart, and looking at the direction of the inner hall, his body couldn't help but tremble, "Could it be that he has secretly broken the formation of the Divine Residence Pavilion all these years?"

......

In the inner hall.

Yan Xian's expression was heavy, he looked at the red scales in his hand, and said, "Lord Yanzun, what you want, I have to work so hard to get it...... Now that I want to send it to you, I need you to help me out of it. ”

"This formation of the Divine Pavilion was arranged by my father back then, although I didn't know it, but I also knew that this formation was his old man's life's work, and it needed to be broken both inside and outside. Now that I am sealed here, my mana is sealed in my body, and I ask Lord Yanzun to take action and break the dragon chain for me. ”

The red scales were silent.

Yan Xian's eyes were slightly cold.

As long as the chains can be broken, then he can impact the formation of the Divine Residence Pavilion from the inside, and the outer layer only needs a little external force to attack, and the internal and external forces are combined, and the formation should be broken.

As for the external force, it will fall on the Huanhua Pavilion Elder who is about to be attracted.

"Lord Yanzun has been trapped for many years, and it is not easy to infiltrate the formation and flow out a little mana...... The reluctance to use it easily is also understandable. ”

Yan Xian sighed and said, "But cutting off this dragon chain will not exhaust all the mana that Lord Yanzun has outside, and there must be a remnant afterwards." But if you are reluctant to give up this bit of mana, then this bit of frost and snow condensed by the ancestor of the Huanhua Pavilion will not be able to be sent to the hands of adults...... If you want to get out of trouble with the power of frost, it will be difficult......"

He paused for a moment before he said, "Maybe it will take many more years until someone has compassion before you can see the light of day again." ”

The red scales still haven't changed in the slightest.

Yan Xian looked at the south of the Divine Residence Pavilion, as if he had seen something, his eyes froze, and he said: "Lord Yanzun is trying his best to infiltrate a little mana outside, isn't it just the hope of getting out of trouble?

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart.

The rumored most ferocious Yan Zun, after being trapped for a hundred years, turned into such a appearance?

However, at this moment, the crimson scales suddenly bloomed with light.

The light was crimson, and the glare was like a hazy mist.

The red mist gradually becomes thicker.

Then it's so rich that it looks like it's going to condense.

The gently fluttering crimson mist was thick and heavy, like flowing magma.

Yan Xian's gray eyes flashed with a ray of joy.

He clutched the red scales.

He reached out and waved.

Red scales streaked through.

A sharp red edge flashed behind him.

There was no hindrance, no stagnation, as if it was just waving lightly in the air.

But then there was a crisp sound of gold and iron.

It was the end of the chain that broke and hit the ground.

......

The vast sea.

The eye of the mandrill flashed with a golden light.

The Idle God True Monarch avoided the past, although he was not hit by the golden light, but he was also slow for a moment because he avoided it.

Qingyuan took advantage of this and took another ten miles.

"When are you going to escape?"

There was a faint anger rising on the face of the idle god true monarch, like an underground volcano that was about to move, the inexplicable irritable thoughts, and the faint throbbing of the bottom of his heart, almost disturbed his previous calm mentality.

Kiyohara suddenly stopped, and the eye of the mandrill in his hand bloomed with golden light behind him.

Once again, the Idle God True Monarch avoided it.

However, this time, Qingyuan didn't take the opportunity to leave with the method of shrinking the ground into inches, he put the ancient mirror away, and immediately the divine treasure Tianhe rolled out.

The white jade ruler bloomed with white jade light, and a red thunderbolt flashed, and it immediately turned into a thunder magic sword, pointing directly at the eyebrows of the idle god true monarch.

"This is the time!"

Qingyuan took a step forward by shrinking the land into inches.

This step is not to flee, but to get closer.

A column of water rose from under his feet, lifting him up a hundred feet.

Then he held a man in his left hand and made a fist with his right hand.

A dragon roar faintly rose in his body, long and long.

The air in front of the fist was almost filled with transparent ripples.

"You finally won't run away......"

In the face of the Divine Treasure Tianhe, the Thunder Magic Sword, and the punch that seemed to break the void, the Idle God True Monarch, who was also in the forefront of the real human realm, was not afraid at all, and the Ice God Sword greeted him, and the magic robe on his body also puffed up, and the light flashed.

He is in the Divine Treasure Heavenly River, the light flickering, isolated from the outside world.

In the face of the Thunder Magic Sword, he still pointed at it with a sword.

The other palm, which gathered mana, rushed towards Qingyuan's fist.

Bang bang!

The turbid breath, the collision of mana, and the aftermath of thunder and sword qi turned into a torrent, overflowing in all directions, and scattered into the Divine Treasure Heavenly River.

Qingyuan suddenly took a few steps back, clutching his chest, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

And the figure in his arms has been affected in the collision and disappeared.

"You dare to lie to me?"

The voice of the Idle God True Monarch was filled with incomparable anger. (To be continued.) )