Chapter 1893 Taste the Power of My Yunqin Jinren!

In an instant, the whole world became black and white.

That was not a real change of color, but tens of thousands of flashes of light pierced the sky, descending from the sky, like countless huge steel needles, penetrating the entire sky!

The arcs, spiritual flames, fire clouds, and radiant runes that the Patriarch Lieyang stirred up were already shining enough, dazzling enough, and enough to make people not look directly at them, but after the comparison of tens of thousands of fast flashing lines, However, they were all eclipsed, as if all the light had been sucked away, and they became bleak!

Including Mr. Fang, the eyes of all the ancient monks were engulfed by the ocean of light composed of tens of thousands of beams.

They only saw that these light beams easily pierced the Scarlet Flame Demon God, and then plunged into the "Blazing Flame Transforming Blood Dazzling Sun Array" without any hindrance. The hundreds of ancient runes that formed the array Everything is as fragile as a thin piece of ice, it will collapse at the touch of a touch, and it will be broken!

As soon as they saw this, their eyes turned white, and they couldn't see anything.

However, the brightness of the light beam far exceeded the limit that their retinas could bear, causing hundreds of thousands of ancient monks to fall into blindness for a while.

Before Mr. Fang could react, he was dragged over by his father. The two of them didn't care about their noble status, so they knelt on the ground on one knee, a head shorter than the others.

"People of Qingyun Sect, be careful!"

Sect Leader Fang Da let out a wild roar, sacrificed all the flying swords in the sword box, and the spiritual energy shield surged to the limit.

Mr. Fang's face was so frightened that he couldn't use the "Willow Leaf Sword Technique" or the "Qinglian Sword Art" at all, and he just hugged his hair and shook.

He heard "Ding Ding Dang Dang" a gust of noise, as if countless meteors smashed hard on their spiritual energy shields, and every sound was like a muffled thunder exploding in his arms. The explosion made him dizzy, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but have the urge to vomit blood.

However, just vomiting blood is not bad, Mr. Fang can only hear screams and wailing everywhere, the sound of broken tendons and broken magic weapons, and the faint smell of scorched skin and rotten flesh. It was disgusting to see the heat go straight up his nose.

"Ding!"

Something fluttered down in front of him.

Mr. Fang poured spiritual energy into his eyes, rubbed his eyes again, and finally recovered his three-point blurred vision. He sucked the thing into his palm and looked at it, but it was a twisted sword. Judging from the shape of the blade and the remaining runes, it is exactly the "Qinglian Cloud Piercing Sword" that my father has practiced for more than ten years.

"this"

The dignified Qingyun Sword Sect head's portable sword has just been sacrificed to the sky in the blink of an eye, and it looks like this?

Mr. Fang was dumbfounded, he was so out of his wits, he didn't dare to look up, and he didn't even dare to think about what kind of tragedy was in the sky.

"Slap!"

Something fell to the ground and fell beside him, but it splashed some sticky and hot liquid onto his face. Mr. Fang touched it casually, and found that it was... half of a scorched arm.

"Wow!"

Mr. Fang couldn't bear it any longer, held his stomach and vomited.

The horror world of black and white came and went quickly. Mr. Fang and the others felt as if a whole year had passed, but in fact, all the destructive beams disappeared in just two or three seconds.

However, it took more than half a minute for their vision to gradually recover, and they could gradually see their surroundings clearly... The situation has changed, and the world is completely different.

Mr. Fang's first feeling was whether there was a massive earthquake just now, which made everyone feel ashamed and lost their souls?

Originally, they were Taoist priests with immortal demeanor, real people with feather fan and scarf, heroes with thick backs, and warriors with helmets and armor. They were all like frightened hens, burrowing into their master's arms.

Many people had blood stains on their faces and bodies, whether it was their own or someone else's, and their appearance was similar to that of walking corpses. All their faces were numb, and all of them were frozen in the "horrified" eyes. For a moment, I couldn't even utter half a word.

And the mid-air that was designated as a "no-fly zone"...

When Mr. Fang finally plucked up his courage and raised his gaze inch by inch with difficulty, he still couldn't help but be frightened by the tragic scene in the sky and his heart trembled.

Aside from being riddled with holes, the body is full of transparent holes, like a hornet's nest, the scarlet flame demon magic is irrelevant; not to mention those runes that are vulnerable, fragmented, and gradually disappear with the wind; The "Blood Dazzling Sun Formation" Chiyangmen monks, and the hundreds of monks from other sects who relied on the power of the formation and did not pay attention to the Star Federation at all, flew to the sky to show off their might.

Either it was riddled with holes like the Scarlet Flame Demon God, bleeding profusely, and there were seventy or eighty transparent holes on the head; or there was a basin-sized hole between the chest and abdomen, and all internal organs were missing. What's worse, there are only lumps of bloody flesh left, which are still attracted by a strange force, trembling in mid-air; some people even disappear completely, the only thing that can prove their existence The traces are just a few pieces of melted flying swords or armor fragments, still smoking in mid-air!

Until now, many of the ancient saint monks who died unexpectedly had the original sarcasm and ridicule on their faces, but there was no soul in their mutilated limbs, which could change their views on Star Federation.

"Crackling!"

Nearly a thousand corpses fell down one after another, like a bloody storm, smashing their heads and brains on the heroes of the valley.

Five psychic flying boats were also completely destroyed, and the wreckage fell heavily around the mountain gate of Chiyangmen, kicking up dust tens of feet high and spreading it in all directions.

"..."

Everyone was haunted by this nightmarish picture.

But over the "no-fly zone", something is still slowly rising.

Mr. Fang watched intently, and found that it was the hundreds of young assassins from the six sects who had just assassinated Patriarch Lie Yang, as well as the "Hengtian King" Zhao Changlie who had been captured alive by him earlier to publicly humiliate him!

Since he is "the head of the four princes of Fuliu Prefecture", he is naturally not a person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. Mr. Fang has always been in the Qingyun Sword Sect, and is also known for his quick mind. idea.

The voice in the clouds, the mysterious monk who called himself "Li Yao", might not be as frivolous and pure as his voice.

He intentionally entangled with Patriarch Lie Yang, just to relax Patriarch Lie Yang's vigilance and provoke Patriarch Lie Yang's anger. In the end, Patriarch Lie Yang put all his attention on him, but relaxed his attitude towards these "hostages" mastery.

What is the "no-fly zone"? Killing and establishing power is second, and rescuing these hostages is the most important thing!

Sure enough, Mr. Fang could think of it, and Patriarch Lie Yang could think of it even more. At the same time these thoughts popped up in his mind, there was a shocking shout on the front method altar, and Patriarch Lie Yang was entangled in seven or eight lava Against the backdrop of the sky, it rose from the ground and rushed towards the many hostages!

With his "half-step transformation into a god" cultivation base, it is easy to kill these hostages who are banned and suppressed and who are worse than ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, the moment he soared into the air, all the hostages seemed to be pulled hard by an invisible rope, and the ascent speed suddenly increased by a step.

At the same time, dozens of thunderbolts resounded in the sky, and dozens of huge flying swords with dazzling flames spewing out from behind dozens of buttocks mysteriously appeared, stabbing fiercely at Patriarch Lieyang from all angles.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

As soon as these weird flying swords touched the spiritual flames of Patriarch Lie Yang, they burst suddenly and turned into radiant little suns. Ten little suns fell from the mid-air onto the mountain gate of their own house, smashing the huge mountain gate into a mess, and even the surrounding pavilions were destroyed.

In addition to the damage caused by the previous five psychic flying boats, half of the "Chiyangmen" disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist Lieyang, you must be extremely regretful at this moment, why didn't you just listen to the persuasion honestly and surrender obediently, but regret is useless."

Up to this moment, everyone has still not been able to see the true face of the mysterious enemy, and only heard a faint voice from the clouds, "Now there is only one way to barely save your dog's life, and that is to take the one in your hands." The Yunqin Golden Man is handed over intact, if that is the case, I will only abolish your cultivation, and the period of hard labor will not exceed a hundred years, how about it?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The most powerful person in the ancient holy world, who broke through after a hundred years of hard work underground, mastered the huge inheritance of the "Sacred Fire Dynasty" and the powerful Yunqin Jinren, how could the Patriarch Lieyang stand in front of hundreds of thousands of practitioners and In the face of his disciples and grandchildren, endure such humiliation?

Amidst a burst of mad roars, more than a dozen magma anger dragons rushed out of him again. Between the anger dragons, there was a crimson giant soldier more than 30 meters high that seemed to be condensed from magma. !

Although this giant soldier has only one right arm left, and the whole body is full of cracks and mottled damage, but under the detonation of Lie Yang's ancestor's soul, it still stirred up an aura like a boundless sea of ​​flames, making the whole valley shudder. Shrouded in a red light.

"This, this is the legendary Yunqin Jinren!"

"Then, no matter how powerful the mysterious cultivator who calls himself 'Master Vulture' is, he is no match for the Yunqin Golden Man?"

"This is a prehistoric treasure that is enough to set the whole world!"

Seeing the power of the Yunqin Jinren, many ancient saint monks who were still in shock once again had a sliver of confidence in Patriarch Lieyang.

But this time, even the most devout members of the Raging Flame Army and Chiyangmen were not so firm in their confidence.

"After all, you are still afraid of the power of the golden man of my ancestor."

Patriarch Lie Yang's eyes were red, like a desperate gambler, "Then come and taste the power of 'Thunderbolt'!"

"call out!"

The Giant God Soldier turned into a red smoke column, flew into the sky, and slammed into the undulating clouds, beyond the sky!