Prevention of piracy chapters, five modifications

"Spirit of Mist!"

The disciples present exclaimed one after another, their voices distorted by the cloak, low and hoarse, even more shocked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this point, the sermon naturally stopped.

Seeing this scene, Yijian suddenly remembered Bei Fanzhong, and remembered the puppets he saw when he first entered the land of divine relics, which were the same as those in front of him.

Bei Fanzheng said with a smile: "The two junior brothers, just puppets, will break when they touch it, and I will throw bricks and lead jade." ”

Jin Sheng said to a sword: "You go up, use all your strength, you four, now represent the face of the Sword Sect, don't be ashamed! ”

"Yes!"

Yijian stood up, walked to the middle of the field, and looked at Bei Fanzhong.

The main seat is slightly higher than the ground, and a sword stands on the ground, and he has to raise his hand slightly to see Bei Fanzhong.

Seeing Bei Baibai and Bei Fanzhong sitting upright, looking high, inexplicably, a sense of anger suddenly arose in Yijian's heart.

Especially Bei Fanzhong's face, the more he looks at it, the more unpleasant it becomes, just like a righteous gentleman with noble morals, as angry as a hypocrite with a piri Yangqiu.

Yijian laughed and blurted out: "In the land of the gods, I have seen the brothers of Bei Fan from afar, and they have also used such a spell, I thought he was the reincarnation of the god of dreams, but after coming out of the land of the gods, I heard that he was dead." ”

Bei Fan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "There is only one dream god in heaven and earth, he doesn't have that kind of life, he naturally died, and there is no need to mention it." This junior brother, why don't you try my puppet, who is stronger and who is weaker than his puppet?"

The voice of a sword, which was hoarse and low twisted by the cloak, added a few points of majesty, and he laughed loudly: "As you wish!"

"Roar!"

A muffled sound came from the puppet's body, and it flew towards a sword.

A sword smiled, and as soon as he raised his hand, the power of heaven and earth twisted, and hundreds of sword qi appeared out of thin air.

The puppet was in mid-air, as if it was stuck in a swamp, unable to move, and was stirred by the spiral of sword qi, and after supporting it for less than a breath, it was shattered and turned into mist again.

Yijian's mood was inexplicably much better, he slowly flew up, flew to a slightly higher position than Bei Fanzhong, and said with a smile: "Oneiroi, your puppet is a little weaker." ”

"Humph......"

Bei Fanzhong snorted lightly and glanced at Bei Baibai.

Bei Bai smiled and said, "Good cultivation! The power of the law and the sword qi are simply seamless." Such a profound cultivation should not be appreciated by us alone. ”

With a wave of his hand, a stream of silver mana rushed out of the main hall and crashed into the air.

"Buzz ......"

The air in the 100-zhang range was slightly distorted as if it had been burned by the heat.

With a crisp thud, the air shattered, revealing the scene outside the Relic Lands.

Dozens of cultivators facing the mountain and the ground were stunned to see the void that appeared out of thin air, and everything in the palace was in the void, within reach.

Jin Sheng said with a smile: "Bei Baibai, after the opening of the Divine Relic Land, you will get a lot of benefits, it is not so easy to open such a passage before." ”

"Hahaha......"

Bei Bai looked at the solemn faces of the elders proudly, and said with a smile: "I have won awards." ”

From within the land of the divine relics, a stable spatial passage was opened, leading to the outside of the land of the divine relics, such an untraceable means showed Bei Baibai's profound Taoist cultivation.

The mist in Bei Fanzheng's eyes slowly spun up, and he smiled at the cultivators on the other end: "I am the god of dreams, and I have laid down an oracle, whoever defeats this person will be given the method of cultivation, and he will become a god one day!"

There are more than 10,000 cultivators outside, not to mention more than 10,000, most of them are in the Jindan realm and the refining realm, and Bei Fanzheng's words seem to have magical power, and most of the cultivators are ready to move.

Finally, there were more than a hundred and ten cultivators, who couldn't bear it anymore, screamed, and flew over, about eighty percent of the cultivators were in the Jindan realm, and the remaining two percent were beginners in refining the law.

"Humph......"

A sword snorted coldly, and the strong killing intent with the sword intent condensed into substance, and rushed towards those cultivators.

As soon as those cultivators flew up, they were still hundreds of zhang away from their fellow Daoists, and they were swept away by murderous aura and sword intent.

"Ah......h

The screams came and went, and sixty or seventy cultivators of the Jindan Realm held their heads and wailed, bleeding from seven holes, and fell heavily from the sky.

The rest of the cultivators, although they were not injured, were also greatly affected and were in shape.

A sword stretched out his hand and spread out his five fingers: "Macro Sword Momentum!"

"Hoo ......"

A gust of wind blew, and thousands of sword qi suddenly appeared in the air, surrounding the remaining thirty or so cultivators.

With a sword smile, the fourth layer of the sword technique unconsciously unfolded, integrating into some of the comprehensions just now, and the sword qi transformed into thunder and lightning when it flew.

Each flame contained a blazing high temperature, like a red sun hanging high, and the cultivators who approached only felt that the blood was boiling, and the high temperature penetrated the body, as if it was about to burn the blood.

The power of heaven and earth trembled, and the power was even more prominent than the spells of the Jindan Realm.

"Condensation!"

The five fingers clenched into fists, and the sword qi shot violently towards the middle.

The cultivators roared angrily, casting Dharma Protectors, trying to block the sword qi, while casting spells to fight back.

"Spirit of Mist!"

The disciples present exclaimed one after another, their voices distorted by the cloak, low and hoarse, even more shocked.

At this point, the sermon naturally stopped.

Seeing this scene, Yijian suddenly remembered Bei Fanzhong, and remembered the puppets he saw when he first entered the land of divine relics, which were the same as those in front of him.

Bei Fanzheng said with a smile: "The two junior brothers, just puppets, will break when they touch it, and I will throw bricks and lead jade." ”

Jin Sheng said to a sword: "You go up, use all your strength, you four, now represent the face of the Sword Sect, don't be ashamed! ”

"Yes!"

Yijian stood up, walked to the middle of the field, and looked at Bei Fanzhong.

The main seat is slightly higher than the ground, and a sword stands on the ground, and he has to raise his hand slightly to see Bei Fanzhong.

Seeing Bei Baibai and Bei Fanzhong sitting upright, looking high, inexplicably, a sense of anger suddenly arose in Yijian's heart.

Especially Bei Fanzhong's face, the more he looks at it, the more unpleasant it becomes, just like a righteous gentleman with noble morals, as angry as a hypocrite with a piri Yangqiu.

Yijian laughed and blurted out: "In the land of the gods, I have seen the brothers of Bei Fan from afar, and they have also used such a spell, I thought he was the reincarnation of the god of dreams, but after coming out of the land of the gods, I heard that he was dead." ”

Bei Fan was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "There is only one dream god in heaven and earth, he doesn't have that kind of life, he naturally died, and there is no need to mention it." This junior brother, why don't you try my puppet, who is stronger and who is weaker than his puppet?"

The voice of a sword, which was hoarse and low twisted by the cloak, added a few points of majesty, and he laughed loudly: "As you wish!"

"Roar!"

A muffled sound came from the puppet's body, and it flew towards a sword.

A sword smiled, and as soon as he raised his hand, the power of heaven and earth twisted, and hundreds of sword qi appeared out of thin air.

The puppet was in mid-air, as if it was stuck in a swamp, unable to move, and was stirred by the spiral of sword qi, and after supporting it for less than a breath, it was shattered and turned into mist again.

Yijian's mood was inexplicably much better, he slowly flew up, flew to a slightly higher position than Bei Fanzhong, and said with a smile: "Oneiroi, your puppet is a little weaker." ”

"Humph......"

Bei Fanzhong snorted lightly and glanced at Bei Baibai.

Bei Bai smiled and said, "Good cultivation! The power of the law and the sword qi are simply seamless." Such a profound cultivation should not be appreciated by us alone. ”

With a wave of his hand, a stream of silver mana rushed out of the main hall and crashed into the air.

"Buzz ......"

The air in the 100-zhang range was slightly distorted as if it had been burned by the heat.

With a crisp thud, the air shattered, revealing the scene outside the Relic Lands.

Dozens of cultivators facing the mountain and the ground were stunned to see the void that appeared out of thin air, and everything in the palace was in the void, within reach.

Jin Sheng said with a smile: "Bei Baibai, after the opening of the Divine Relic Land, you will get a lot of benefits, it is not so easy to open such a passage before." ”

"Hahaha......"

Bei Bai looked at the solemn faces of the elders proudly, and said with a smile: "I have won awards." ”

From within the land of the divine relics, a stable spatial passage was opened, leading to the outside of the land of the divine relics, such an untraceable means showed Bei Baibai's profound Taoist cultivation.

The mist in Bei Fanzheng's eyes slowly spun up, and he smiled at the cultivators on the other end: "I am the god of dreams, and I have laid down an oracle, whoever defeats this person will be given the method of cultivation, and he will become a god one day!"

There are more than 10,000 cultivators outside, not to mention more than 10,000, most of them are in the Jindan realm and the refining realm, and Bei Fanzheng's words seem to have magical power, and most of the cultivators are ready to move.

Finally, there were more than a hundred and ten cultivators, who couldn't bear it anymore, screamed, and flew over, about eighty percent of the cultivators were in the Jindan realm, and the remaining two percent were beginners in refining the law.

"Humph......"

A sword snorted coldly, and the strong killing intent with the sword intent condensed into substance, and rushed towards those cultivators.

As soon as those cultivators flew up, they were still hundreds of zhang away from their fellow Daoists, and they were swept away by murderous aura and sword intent.

"Ah......h

The screams came and went, and sixty or seventy cultivators of the Jindan Realm held their heads and wailed, bleeding from seven holes, and fell heavily from the sky.

The rest of the cultivators, although they were not injured, were also greatly affected and were in shape.

A sword stretched out his hand and spread out his five fingers: "Macro Sword Momentum!"

"Hoo ......"

A gust of wind blew, and thousands of sword qi suddenly appeared in the air, surrounding the remaining thirty or so cultivators.

With a sword smile, the fourth layer of the sword technique unconsciously unfolded, integrating into some of the comprehensions just now, and the sword qi transformed into thunder and lightning when it flew.

Each flame contained a blazing high temperature, like a red sun hanging high, and the cultivators who approached only felt that the blood was boiling, and the high temperature penetrated the body, as if it was about to burn the blood.

The power of heaven and earth trembled, and the power was even more prominent than the spells of the Jindan Realm.

"Condensation!"

The five fingers clenched into fists, and the sword qi shot violently towards the middle.

The cultivators roared angrily, casting Dharma Protectors, trying to block the sword qi, while casting spells to fight back. (To be continued.) )