Han Yutong's heart-rending yell, Fan Li heard it in his ears, but he couldn't stop. And with one last stroke, he can see his masterpiece, how powerful it is! What is the magic of this thing? It must be supported until he sees its power burst out, and then he can pass out.

When the thunder pattern burst out with a thunderous sound, a terrifying energy came from within. The three of them really believed that this kid from the sixth layer of Peiyuan had made this 'thing'. There is really this energy that makes the three of them disappear into this world.

With the last stroke, the golden flame on Fan Li's finger was like a meteor across the sky, dancing crookedly out of a flame trajectory that was mysterious to the extreme!

No one could see the direction of his finger movements, or how he drew them. Including Han Yutong, who was close to him, could only see that his gestures were extremely complicated.

Complex is not the same as mysterious! But mystical things are absolutely complicated!

If the seven hundred and nineteen strokes of the thunder pattern only burst out with an aura that was close to destruction, then Fan Li's last stroke made the entire thunder pattern 'live'.

When the last stroke was completed, the valley suddenly changed color, and the entire golden flame thunder pattern was sharply deformed and expanded, from a flat shape, in the shocking arc jump, into a round thunderball with an arc of electricity.

Countless orange arcs of lightning leaped above the surface with thousands of magnificent and incomparable death's lights!

And the color of the strokes has also changed from pure gold to red gold. Then, it turned into an orange flame thunderball with the intent of destruction!

The demon girl had long been fascinated by Fan Li's incomparably beautiful finger movements, and in her dark eyes, she was shocked in addition to being incredible! This kid really didn't talk nonsense, the energy contained in this thunderball was terrifying. She believed that even in the heyday of the physical body, she would not be able to compete with this thunderball, and maybe it would also end up in ashes!

Wu Cheng's expression was extremely obsessed, and he slowly took out a sound sigil that shone with gray light, and brought it to his mouth and said unhurriedly: "Great-grandfather, patriarch grandfather, father, Cheng'er is far away in the Liumai Mountain in Weishui City, and he has seen with his own eyes the whole process of the appearance of the legendary orange-veined spirit of the Yanshang Continent! It was drawn by a monk who was only six layers of Peiyuan, and he flew into the air. The legend left by our ancestors has been confirmed. The legend of the Ground Pattern Master should also be true. In this life, I learned such a big mystery, and I died without regrets!"

After Wu Cheng finished speaking, the corners of his mouth pursed an intoxicating smile, and with a wave of his hand, the rune turned into a gray light that pierced through the large array and disappeared into the air.

Zhou Xuefeng was extremely unwilling, two heaven and earth spiritual fires appeared in front of him one after another, and one of them was a holy relic in the legend of the alchemist. And it's a direct threat of death.

How could this guy be willing to be destroyed here, as soon as he bit his tongue, a mouthful of Yuan Shen essence blood sprayed on the black long sword floating in front of him. The black sword swelled suddenly, a foot long and three feet wide. And after a roar, it suddenly disappeared, piercing through Han Yutong's Xuanmai circle, and before Fan Li's thunderball appeared, it was as fast as thunder. The strange thing is that as soon as the giant sword came into contact with the light of the thunder pattern, it fell to the ground with a wail and was reduced to a five-foot long sword.

Zhou Xuefeng was dumbfounded for a moment, and suddenly remembered something, slapped the Qiankun bag on his waist, and a black ball flew out, and a metallic sound came. A thick black light shot out from inside, shining down on his whole body, obviously an extremely strong means of defense.

It seems that the defense is not strong enough. After a muffled snort, his face flushed with an abnormal flush. An ancient and unpleasant Dharma burst out of his mouth, and under the impetus of the Dharma Decision, purple light erupted all over his body;

Quick as a wink. It turned into a burning man with purple flames, and the poisonous mist around him was evaporated and distorted. As soon as the purple flame flourished, it was retracted inward, and the light was dazzling, and a purple flame armor was worn on the body. From head to toe, there was a powerful breath of Yuanyang essence. Under the extreme danger, this guy spared no expense to use the Yuanyang essence fire in the Purple Mansion Dantian and turned it into an extremely strong battle armor body.

Stretching out his hand, he wanted to snatch the wooden sword in He Tianyu's hand, but unexpectedly grabbed it. saw a sneering look on the corner of Han Yutong's mouth, and the wooden sword was being rolled by a vein and was caught in her hand.

It turned out that when he drove the black sword to attack Fan Lileiwen, he was shocked by Han Yutong, and he was immediately frightened. As soon as I saw his subsequent actions, I immediately understood his intention, which was to prepare to escape under extremely strong defenses. Immediately, under the volume of the Xuan Vein, the wooden sword was taken down first.

snatched the wooden sword, flicked his fingers, and the two black ropes that lurked at the feet of the three people at some point were wrapped up like lightning, and the three of them were wrapped together and tied into a ball of zongzi.

Almost at the same time, Fan Li said with great difficulty: "Han... Han Qian... Generation, let's go!"

Han Yutong stood next to the thunder ball, already overwhelmed by the terrifying energy contained in it. At this time, hearing Fan Li's voice, with a wave of the wooden sword in his hand, a gray sword qi immediately broke through the big array, hugged the bloody Fan Li, and flew out.

Fan Li was like a bloody demon at this moment, sneering and waving at the thunderball hand, and said viciously: "Dare to bully...... It's mine...... Woman...... Lao Tzu wants you to ...... Wiped out!"

The thunderball slowly flew towards the three people who were tied together, and slowly expanded, and the flames hung above the heads of the three people with an arc of electricity.

The moment Han Yutong took Fan Li out of the big array, the thunderball seemed to be out of control, and within the center, an orange strong light arc suddenly appeared, expanding rapidly, and in a moment, it rose to a huge size. The flames on the surface of the jump vanished without warning.

Wu Cheng raised his head and looked at the shocking 'Orange Soul of Determination' above his head with a look of worship. I really want to reach out and touch this sacred object that has been rumored to exist since ancient times.

He sighed and muttered, "It would be nice if I could not die." I have witnessed a miracle for my family. I'm afraid that from now on, there will be one more legendary figure in the Yanshang Continent! It's a pity that I won't have the opportunity to witness this legend again. ”

The thunderball in Wu Cheng's pupils shot out orange light, and in Zhou Xuefeng's desperate roar, it exploded!

Roar!

After an orange glare flashed, the entire valley was suddenly in an orange visual blind spot, very bright, very bright! Han Yutong, who was flying away quickly, suddenly lost his direction.

"Click!"

The trembling thunder that made the heart tremble cut through the entire mountainside space.

"Boom!"

The dull sound of thunder after the thunder rolled in! The tremor of the mountainside was endless.

After Fan Li lost his sight for a short time, he saw that the large array disappeared in an instant, and countless orange arcs jumped out, covering an area of at least ten zhang by lightning.

Then there was a deafening thunder rolling into every inch of space on the mountainside, echoing and roaring, vibrating each other, Han Yutong only felt that his ears were already deaf, and it was all the sound of buzzing cicadas.

A smile appeared at the corner of Fan Li's mouth, his eyes were dark, and he was unconscious!

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