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In the chaos, the chaotic air flow is in flow all the time, if it is stable, the surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror, when it is turbulent, it is like opening the sky and splitting the earth, but most of the time it is in between, entering the flowing river, slow and uncertain;

Qinglian laid out countless formations along the way, capturing nodes between the chaotic air currents, hiding between the chaos, and flowing with the waves, but it can ensure that the rear tracks the experiences of the monks.

The rules of fate, this mysterious and infinite thing, when it is related to its own fate, unknowingly, has been hidden in it, if the rear tracking monk fails to experience it for a while, the chance of getting rid of it is countless times greater;

Three hundred years have passed quietly, Qinglian is far away from the original battlefield, and now she has begun to sink her mind, and the distance behind the venerable monk has also been widened a lot, and when the formation is arranged, it can be much more transparent, and the use of the rules of fate has also begun to have some clues;

The Great Dao Long River, also known as the Great Dao Destiny River, flows through the entire chaotic space, each world is generated, the Heavenly Dao appears, and the Great Dao Long River will fork out, forming tiny tributaries, these tributaries, that is, the Heavenly Dao Destiny River;

The fate of the Great Dao never hides itself, but it is impossible to view it at all when it is not in the realm of the Great Dao, just like the air, knowing that it exists, knowing it, but there is no way to capture its traces;

The rules of fate, the laws of fate, the cultivators only use some methods to capture the various breaths emanating from the long river of fate, form deductions, give birth to yinyang, and know that death is like this;

Qinglian is now a matter of his own life and death, and he practices the rules of fate, don't look at what he did when he set up the formation, but it is also the most appropriate place between his minds, and he is arranged one by one along the way, but it is also because he is unable to get rid of it, so he can only distance himself;

Qinglian was entangled, but the venerable monk who was tracking behind was vomiting blood, it was too uncomfortable, this kind of knowing that he was going to fall into the trap in the next moment, but he had to enter, and after a little hesitation, he was pulled away countless distances, gritted his teeth and jumped in, with a trace of breath, he could know the direction of Qinglian, but the price was to make him collapse;

Now that his body has been blown up, he will be in danger of collapsing at any time;

In the body, in the blood, the toxins have begun to merge with the blood, and further, the bone marrow;

The spirit is still good, but during this time I began to unconsciously trance, unconsciously recalling the hardships when I was weak, and sorrow arises from my heart;

He wanted to cry a lot, he wanted to stop, he began to envy Qinglian's escape, at least his own fate was in his own hands, although he was strong now, the price was like this, above the death line, there was no ziyou to speak of, he began to feel sad for himself, and the trace of resistance buried in his heart began to sprout;

The rules of fate are deliberately under Qinglian's intentions, and now they are beginning to harvest, and more than a hundred years later, this monk began to avoid the first formation, and the first reason was ignored. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After hundreds of years of confrontation, the nerves of Thunder and the demon god in the middle of chaos were tense and highly nervous, and they didn't dare to make the slightest move, waiting for the result quietly, but this was not an equal relationship;

Thunder and Qinglian are one, there is no need to worry about it at all, even if it is caught, it can be sensed, and now, when the monk avoided the first formation, the demon god in the middle of chaos was in a trance, and a wisp of ice rose in his eyes;

At this moment, the thunder shouted loudly, turned into a thunderbolt, and the spear in his hand was used as a big stick, and he struck at the head.

Where the spear passed, a terrifying black sè crack appeared, the chaotic air flow was split, and where it rubbed with the spear, thousands of thunderbolts were formed, entangled in it, and quickly filled the black sè crack, thousands of faces were like fireworks, a trace of explosion was attached, attached to the spear, and the three thousand thunder laws fused, this is the thunder of chaos, breaking ten thousand laws and destroying all things;

The demon god in the middle of chaos had already been awakened by the sound of the explosion, and lost his hand, and a silver disc appeared above his head, and countless silver sè threads wound it, forming a pair of armor on his body in an instant, covering his whole body, leaving only one face outside, even the severed arm was no exception, and he couldn't see the difference;

The Demon God Monk roared, threw a single fist, and the fist glove turned into a silver light, breaking through the chaos and meeting the Thunder Spear;

"Boom ......"

The two figures collided, in the chaos, the sè colorful, the thunder of chaos exploded, thousands of thunderbolts covered the entire battlefield, a terrifying thunder swept away, hundreds of millions of miles began to vibrate, a light wave spread, affecting tens of billions of miles away;

Hundreds of millions of miles of thunder spread out, did not disappear, but began to become more violent, thunder is also a person with a clear mind, take this opportunity, the thunder prison has been opened, integrated into it, the battlefield quietly changed.

Three thousand thunders, three thousand sè cai, tumbling between the entire thunder prison, two-two, three-three, four-four...... Combined, forming thousands of colors, when they collide with each other, they explode one after another, returning to themselves, like a kaleidoscope, so repeatedly;

As the lord of the Thunder Prison, the moment the thunder opened, he sensed the inside clearly, and all kinds of thunder took turns to verify the demon god monk, and the thunder spear in his hand was also thrown by him, turning into one of the thunderbolts, waiting for the opportunity to move.

The time and place are favorable, and Thunder still has no certainty of killing the other party, only thinking about causing injuries to the other party and besieging the situation;

Outside the battlefield, the chaotic airflow began to become much more docile, and the airflow from all directions poured in, filling the explosion space, and in just a few years, this place was restored as before, and now, except for those old monsters of the Great Dao realm, whoever has entered it, cannot know that there is still a thunder prison space hidden here, nor can it be seen that there is a earth-shattering battle inside;

A thousand years seemed like a moment, this ri, an explosion, the chaos battlefield showed two figures out of thin air, one of them was covered in purple robes, blood hung from the corners of his mouth, his chest was dyed red, and a spear in his right hand pointed towards the void;

The spear extends forward, a silver sè figure floats, but this silver sè is no longer brilliant, a trace of blood overflows from it, and above the exposed side of the hole, yin is gloomy and pale, and a finger-sized hole cannot be hidden, and if you look closely, you can see that inside the hole, the flesh buds begin to tear, exuding Dao vitality, and are being repaired, and the festering flesh and blood begin to fall off, black as ink, mixed with a trace of gray sè thunder and lightning, and on the other hand, it destroys the tissues in it, and now it has not reached equilibrium, and the hole is still not shrinking.

Thunder is also injured a lot now, if it is not for the time and place, whether they can protect themselves is not yet known, the two are now set in the void, on the one hand, they face each other, but they don't have much spare strength to fight again, keep an eye on each other, to prevent sneak attacks, tearing the chaotic aura around them to repair the wounds, on the other hand, they must maintain the momentum of conquest at any time.

On the other end, a smile hung on the corner of Qinglian's mouth, and the Venerable Demon God who was tracking behind him had now bypassed before the third formation, and in front, a glimmer of light flashed, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he had many thoughts in his heart. (To be continued.) )