Boom!
In the white night, he was woken up by a burst of thunder. He glanced out the window. The sky had turned white, and there was violent lightning and thunder. He smelled something wrong.
He rushed out of the door, his face changed, dark clouds in the sky rolled over the city, and a huge thunder vortex slowly rotated, filled with black energy and thunder, covering most of the Heart Demon Sect, and the center of the thunder was in the sect. Main peak.
Baiye used his extremely spiritual body skills to rush to the foot of the sect leader’s peak. He saw Wanyanqing and a few others already here, and Gongshu’s figure stood on the top of the main hall of the sect leader’s peak, with his hands behind his back and an indifferent expression. Thunderclouds gather in the sky.
"What happened?" Bai Ye asked Wanyanqing side by side.
"He is ready to enter the Tao." Wanyanqing whispered.
Bai Ye wanted to hold her hand, but Wanyanqing avoided it. She looked at Gongshu's figure and said, "Bai Ye, concentrate on practicing Taoism. I am not suitable for you. You have better choices."
Bai Ye lowered his raised hand, feeling confused, and looked up at the person above the main hall.
Boom, boom, boom!
Thunder comes down, and each thunderbolt can kill a Kuhai or even a Shenqiao master, and then it is the disaster of entering the Tao.
Gongshu avoided its sharp edge and wandered in the sea of thunder in the sky, his figure not disturbed at all. He kept staring at the depths of the thunder clouds. Suddenly, his pupils shrank as if facing a powerful enemy.
A handsome young man walked out of the thundercloud, surrounded by eight rays of light, holding a jade fan in his hand...dark green.
The handsome young man stood opposite Gongshu and grinned: "Thank you for allowing me to be born, the eighth reincarnation, the Nine-Xuantian Spirit Fan. I am the past body that the ancestor of the gods chopped off. You will pick it up when I kill it." Lose the throne in this life!"
The young man is neither humble nor arrogant, he looks down on everything from a high place, and is not pretentious. No one in this world has talent and opportunities that can compare with him. As long as he kills Gongshu, You can truly live independently.
"You are very good!" He nodded and praised Gongshu.
He has been lost for thousands of years, but he never thought that someone could wake him up. This person's talent must be unparalleled in the world.
One person is standing in the clouds, and the other is standing proudly on the top of the hall, facing each other from a distance, only the thunder is rolling and stirring!
Gongshu’s tenth battle to enter the Tao is about to break out!
This time there is no chance of death, and Gongshu is not sure, so he can only do his best.
"Magic throne!" Gongshu let out a light scold, and the black magic mist billowed behind him, turning into a giant throne one foot high, carved with countless trolls and monsters. He slowly sat down and touched the dragon skull armrest.
"Big Brother!" Bai Ye shouted. He knew this magic throne. When he was five years old, nine-year-old Wang Luo rescued a white ape. After that, Big Brother would go down the mountain for an hour every day for three years. Later, the eldest brother brought the magic throne back, and because of the strong evil energy, it was sealed in the body by Wang Hua.
According to the eldest brother, the white ape is a descendant of the ancient Monkey King, who knows the ruins of the ancient Heavenly Court. The white ape took him to the throne of the emperor, and Gongshu nourished him with blood every day until he was twelve years old. Recognize the Lord.
GutianThe court was created by the Demon Ancestor, a supreme dynasty in the dark and turbulent era, and the throne is naturally the Demon Throne, the Demon Ancestor's first soldier and a symbol of the devil's path.
Today, the public loses with the devil and the god of war!
The devil's throne hangs in the sky for nine days, and Gongshu sits on it, like a devil emperor who controls the world. He looks down at the young man and says slowly: "Today, I will kill you!"
He and the young man , only one person can survive. He borrowed the youth to enter the Tao, and the youth borrowed him to become independent.
"Arrogant!"
The young man took the lead and supported the stars in all directions. The eight stars in the sky echoed each other from a distance. He held the jade fan in his hand and walked straight towards the magic throne hanging high in the clouds. , with a flick of his wrist, an arc of energy shot out!
The young man's figure followed closely, and his strength disappeared in the demonic energy in the sky in just a moment. At the same time, he tore a hole, and the stars behind him shone with light and enveloped him, attacking with the power of the jade fan. Advance forward!
In the demonic aura, it is the realm of public transportation. The young man dares to enter, which shows his arrogance. Starlight is swaying in his movements, and the fan tip is far away, and a space crack is torn towards the magic throne!
The corners of Gongshu's mouth rose, and the magic mist rolled, spreading with him as the center, quickly smashing the cracks into pieces, and the space was re-evolved intact as before.
"Ice Prison... Han Lan!" The young man sneered, closed his eyes slightly, and danced, suddenly endless ice and snow were born from the space,
Millions of cold ice thorns emerged from the void Penetrating out, crisscrossing towards the Demon Throne, it was endless, even the entire sect master peak was frozen!
At the foot of the mountain, Wanyanqing and Bai Ye flew back thirty feet. Then the ice edge spread closer and flew back another ten feet before standing still.
The endless ice edges gradually sealed the rolling demonic energy, forcing it directly to a foot away from the magic throne!
Gongshu's body swayed slightly. He raised his hand and pressed it lightly. The magic throne shook, and the demonic energy billowed in the sky. It seemed that when encountering ice and snow in winter, the frozen demonic energy gradually dissolved... boom, rumble. !
The thunder of the heavenly tribulation descended, and the endless demonic energy weaved into a big net, swallowing the thunder. Occasionally, the thunder that broke through the magic net was broken by Gongshu with the wave of his hand. He was fighting against the heavenly tribulation!
The young man held a fan and stepped in front of the magic throne. Eight rays of star light gathered and covered the magic throne. Time and space seemed to be still, everything had stopped. The young man slashed down with another fierce energy, and the void exploded. , shoot directly at Gongshu!
"My life is in danger!" Gongshu couldn't avoid it, so he tried his best to turn sideways. The energy hit him directly in the chest. If it hit him, his whole body would explode, leaving no possibility of survival.
In that ten thousandth of an instant, a gray-robed figure stepped in front of Gongshu and slashed with his sword. Two powerful forces burst out with harsh and dazzling light, and half of the main hall collapsed. , and the gray-robed figure stands high in the sky.
"Who are you?!" The young man stood in the clouds and suddenly shouted coldly.
The man in gray robe softly uttered a sentence: "Demon servant, Hai Feiyu!"
The young man said: "The demon servant is not a demon. The ancestor of the gods hated the devil the most in his life. You don't want to I made a mistake."
Hai Feiyu nodded in approval and said, "What I said is not true.However, the mission I received from Demon Lang was to help him overcome his calamity. "
Mo Lang Ling represents the divine ancestor Cang Hai. Holding the Mo Lang Ling can order the demon servants, and the demon servants only recognize the Mo Lang Ling, no matter what your mission is.
"Zhan this day Even if it is a disaster, you will not be able to survive it! "The young man snorted coldly and said no more. He ducked closer and turned into eight figures. They were either happy or sad, worried or angry, with different expressions. Some were holding treasure tripods, some were holding treasure pestles, and some were carrying black The coffins and weapons are also different...
Eight young figures surrounded the magic throne and the gray-robed man, and they all attacked together, with different Taoist techniques and tactics. There is no way to survive.
Hai Feiyu pinched his fingers and shouted softly: "Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Slaying Formation!" ”
The swords transformed into thousands, overwhelming the sky and the earth, like locusts and ants crossing the border, and countless sword shadows flickered around each young man.
The eight young men were neither fast nor slow, and their bodies were as if they were swimming. The dragons, each performing amazing skills, were swimming in the sword formation.
The situation was momentarily deadlocked. Hai Feiyu frowned, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Slaying Dance!" ”
The sword shadow rises across the sky, connecting end to end, undulating like waves, like the churning of the ocean, turning into a whirlpool of ten thousand swords, spinning endlessly.
And the heart of the whirlpool , eight young people stood in the whirlpool, and the storm of sword light destroyed everything!