"If you borrow means, you dare to speak outrageously, it's not yours, it's not yours after all!"

Guanglu Daoist showed a trace of disdain, the golden tower in the pupils kept rotating, the golden light poured out, turned into a portal, and saw that the sky in the portal was falling, the clouds were steaming, just like the fairy world, a tall golden armor god stepped out of it, and stepped on the void, as if stepping into a deep lake, a circle of ripples spread out from under his feet, but it was a turbulent undercurrent, like a rotating disk, fast to the extreme, but it gave people a very slow feeling. I saw that his steps were raised and pressed forward, and the heavy armor on his body made him look a little bloated and even clumsy, but his speed was extremely fast, and in just three steps, he crossed the valley.

"Look how I tear off your tiger skin!" Guanglu Daoist muttered to himself, implying anger, and even now, he still thinks that Zhang Qian is pulling the tiger skin to make a banner, not his own ability.

Maybe it's just the paranoia in his heart that makes him unwilling to admit this unacceptable reality.

If Zhang Qian can really have this kind of means, wouldn't it be as easy to kill him as crushing an ant all the time, wouldn't he have lived in vain for decades?

Such a mentality is really human nature.

The golden armor god bowed slightly, slowly raised his hands, and put on a posture of hard shouldering.

In fact, every movement was extremely fast, and between the shots, there was even an afterimage, but compared to the cyan giant tree that broke through the air, all the movements seemed to be slowed down, and it looked extremely heavy.

Then, without waiting for the golden armor god to raise his hand completely, he stopped in front of him.

The cyan giant tree slammed into his chest like a meteorite, and an earth-shattering sound suddenly sounded, and the huge sound turned into a destructive force and spread, the clouds in the sky shattered, and the broken branches and leaves in the valley flew everywhere. The wise and martial golden armor god seemed to have been sneak attacked, and was caught off guard, his huge body was knocked upside down and flew out, and his perfect facial features were distorted in that terrifying collision, which looked a little miserable and even a little funny. It's like a swordsman in white clothes, posing and about to draw his sword, but was picked up by a street hooligan and slapped on the face on the bench, and was directly taken away.

The outcome of the matter presented a shocking and absurd contrast with the previous expectations, and the people of Guanglu Dao were shocked.

"How so, how can a borrowed method have such power. ”

He was horrified in his heart, and before he could think about it carefully, he saw that the golden armor god suddenly shattered in the bumps and rolls, his hands and feet fell off, and his head flew sideways, as if he had been divided by five horses.

By the time he woke up from his horror, the giant cyan tree was ten feet away.

"Nine Palaces change, reverse the killing machine!" Guanglu Daoist flew backwards on the one hand, and at the same time stretched out his hand, the golden mangs of his fingertips surged, and he drew again and again, and the golden streamers suddenly covered in front of him, like a spider's web, and in an instant, it turned into a huge nine-palace diagram, and there was a virtual shadow of a god in each square, constantly changing positions, transposing each other, and the nine-palace diagram also kept changing, and finally the golden light gradually dimmed, as if it was integrated into the void in front of him, and it was closely integrated with the entire space, and then it was divided into countless squares, under the impetus of the gods, it kept changing its position, forming a terrifying destructive force。

The cyan giant tree crashed into it, slowing down and shattering.

Just like the work of a skilled chef, not a single piece is the same size and square, and the impact contained in it is also dispersed as the space is reversed, splashing in different directions.

"I said, how can a mere spell have such power, it is not my own hard work, but borrowed. Guanglu Daoist breathed a sigh of relief, but did not have time to be happy, a piece of broken wood that blocked the view in front of him moved horizontally, only to see that there was a black shadow in the turquoise clouds on the opposite ridge, like a rain of arrows, and suddenly the soul of the dead was rising, but the chest seemed to be squeezed by an invisible gravity, and it was impossible to breathe, and then the black shadow gradually approached, covering the skylight, like a black hole, dense, there were more than 20 places, all of which were cyan giant trees of the same size before, emptying and driving the air, and where they passed, there was a vacuum！

Before it collided in one place, the Nine Palaces Diagram was shattered in an instant by the surging air current!

The Guanglu Dao people were directly shocked by the wind!

The canopy and feather fan on his head turned into streamers and dispersed, and his body rolled a few times along the direction of the wind, and then fell towards the valley.

A line of blood pulled away along the trajectory of his fall, and then turned into a mist of blood in the wind, dispersing invisible.

Guanglu Daoist vomited blood!

All the internal organs were hit hard by the wind brought by the impact of the cyan giant tree!

A Demon Sect monk who has opened up the seven meridians, and the cultivation technique is also the extremely strong method of the "Nine Palaces Golden Immortal Formula", which can make the lonely and upright man of the eight hundred years of Taoism survive and not die in a snap of his fingers, but in front of Zhang Qian, he is vulnerable, just a gust of wind will make him suffer a heavy blow, what is it if he is not weak and can't help the wind? No matter how he understood this result, it was difficult for him to accept, when he fell in the air, his mind was already blank, he couldn't figure out why Zhang Qian could have such an earth-shattering and thorough means, a few months ago, he even entered the realm of a hundred bones.

An ant that can be crushed to death at will, all of a sudden, becomes a fierce demon god, and with a wave of his hand, he knocks himself into the dust.

It came too suddenly, and it was too ridiculous.

"This is not Yimu aura, but a kind of wood true qi of extremely high quality, where is this sacred!" Guanglu Daoist looked at the giant tree that was gradually flying, his heart was dead, and at the same time, a powerful desire to survive rose from his heart, he gritted his teeth, stabilized his body in the wind, his eyes were wide open, staring at the front, and then there were blood stains oozing from his eyebrows, but in a moment, they were connected into a line, like a ball.

The golden light burst out of the blood, as if something wanted to break through the skull.

In an instant, I saw a small golden tower flying out of the crack in the skull, growing in the wind, a vast sea of divine power suddenly diffused, as if the substance, only heard a burst of breaking sound from the valley under the feet of the valley one after another, those crazy growth of grass and trees can not withstand this pressure, so broken, as if trampled, the whole valley is a mess in an instant, and the golden tower is still rising, a few rotations will grow to seven zhang, towering in the void, like a giant sword piercing the sky, infinite divine light from the portal of the golden tower gushing out, sprinkled, among which the gods loom, countless counts, in Guanglu Dao people and immortals formed an ocean.

The cyan giant tree crashed into it, and it was extremely ruthless, and countless gods were smashed into pieces.

However, the golden pagoda kept spinning, but the divine light was like flowing water, gushing out continuously, and the gods were born and destroyed, extinguished and born, as if scattering beans into soldiers, endlessly, and actually stopped the cyan giant tree outside.

"Nine Palaces Golden Pagoda. Zhang Qian hung in the void, holding his five fingers in a void, dragging the dozens of cyan giant trees that had lost their inertia, frowning slightly, and speaking out of the calendar.

Guanglu Daoren's face turned pale, his eyes showed hatred, and he muttered, "My Jing'er really died in your hands!"

(To be continued)