Chapter 523: The card is exhausted (seventh!)

On the other side of the sky, the look of the ancestors of the wooden family was exhausted, and on the robes, bright red blood was revealed. There are not many of his longevity books. If he did not take the fate of Luo Yang, he would not insist on it.
In addition, from the beginning of the war, the opponent he faced was the high priest who had been cultivated in the middle of the spiritual world. It also aggravated the dead air condensation on him. At this moment, he has completely fallen into the wind.
If it is supported by a conviction, it will not be able to support it now. Now, under the fierce rush of the high priest, it is gradually getting worse.
"Mu Daoyou, you have not repaired this body, it is not worth it for a roll of art. It is too worthless." The high priest looked cold and sneered in his mouth.
"The old man is the ancestor of Muximen. This remnant body should serve the Zongmen. If you can die for the wooden door, it will be dead!" The old man's face is pale, but he still has a firm opening. Said.
"Since you are bent on death, you can't blame the old man."
In the eyes of the high priest, there was a killing, and the cold sounded between the hands, and the hands were fast, and they wanted to put the ancestors of the wooden family to death.
But when the hands of the high priest were just moving, a black figure quickly appeared not far from him, it was the Luo Yang who flew!
"Dragon Devil!"
A low-pitched voice rang, and the horrible boxing style came out in a flash. It was already in the immediate vicinity of the high priest.
Looking at the sudden horror of the martial arts, the eyes of the high priest suddenly shrank, and screamed in the mouth, pointing a finger at the snake stick.
The dazzling silver light suddenly broke through the sky, and the entire snake stick was flashing with silver light, like a horrible silver snake, colliding with the boxing fist.
The fierce roar came out, and when the silver light flashed, the boxing wind of the dragon magic box was consumed, and the snake stick showed a crack in the road and was swept away.
But before the big priest gasped, the figure of Luo Yang was already flashing and quickly appeared in front of him.
"Sword broken star river!"
The fierce sword light tears the heavens and the earth, and the black iron sword gives off a horrible air. As Luo Yang’s right hand slams down, the sword light is condensed into a giant sword. The high priest stood down.
"Damn boy, how terrible..."
Feeling the sharp edge of the iron sword, the scalp of the high priest is a slight hemp, between the electric and the flint, it is impossible for him to think more, after a sizzling flash of his face, he suddenly raised his right hand. Take a shot in your own eyebrows.
"Please Lingzu!"
In the mouth of the high priest, a loud drink was made, and the sound echoed. A silver light that transcended all the light before it flashed, and the dazzling light continued to flash from his eyebrows. In the dazzling silver light, it was originally branded. The silver snake pattern of his eyebrows began to creep slowly!
"Luo Daoyou is careful, this is the spirit of the Western Wild!"
After seeing the actions of the high priest, the face of Mu's ancestors changed dramatically, and quickly reminded him.
Almost at the same time as the ancestral voice of the Mujia family fell, a powerful pressure swept through the whole world, sweeping through the whole world. For a time, no matter the many monks below, or the clothes that are recovering from injury, they all looked up. Looking to the high priest, his face was surprised.
"I can let the old man show this technique, you are also a dead value!"
The face of the high priest showed a cold color, and his eyes looked at Luo Yang with a stern look.
Although Luo Yang did not pay attention to his words, his face was also very dignified, his eyes fixed toward the silver snake.
I saw that the silver snake slowly squirmed out, gradually separated from the high priest's eyebrows, brought out a piece of flesh and blood, flashes, looks very horrible.
"Hey!"
The cold, squeaking sound echoed silently between the heavens and the earth, and the pressure on the silver snake rolled out. When the eyes looked toward Luo Yang, even the Jianguang, which was enough to tear the world, was constantly shaking, and instantly It was a blast.
"Please ask the ancestors to shoot!"
The high priest’s face showed a humble color, like a slave, and slammed three heads toward the silver snake.
The face of the silver snake was indifferent, without the slightest feelings. When the eyes quietly swept through Luo Yang, they suddenly flew out and went straight to Luo Yang.
The powerful pressure immediately came like a tidal wave. A strong crisis of life and death suddenly shook Luoyang, and after the eyes quickly shrank, Luo Yang’s heart did not hesitate, and his right hand quickly swept from the Qiankun bag.
"town!"
Luo Yang’s mouth made a low drink, and when the light in his hand flashed, an old painting axis immediately flew out of the Qiankun bag. As the sound of Luo Yang fell, it instantly opened quickly!
boom! ! !
When the ancient painting axis was opened, an indescribable terrorist pressure was swept out. It not only surpassed the spiritual world, but also surpassed the limit that mortals can have. This is the power of the pseudo-sin! !
"Hey..."
The silvery indifferent face suddenly changed, showing an unprecedented panic. When I just wanted to pull back, it was already swept by the power of the pseudo-sinister. There was no resistance at all, and it broke into countless pieces. flesh!
"how is this possible?!"
At the same time as the silver snake collapsed, several bloods were ejected from the mouth of the high priest. The whole person suffered a heavy blow, and the breath suddenly fell. But he did not notice the general, his eyes staring at Luo Yang, his face showing an incredible look.
Not only the high priest, but almost all the monks on this place have a look of glory. Although the breath of the moment just disappeared, but the horrible pressure, but deeply imprinted on the hearts of everyone, it is a power beyond the mortal!
While everyone was staring at Luo Yang, Luo Yang’s face flashed a regretful color. If it were not the power of the pseudo-sin on the axis of the painting, after several previous uses, there was already little left. The silver snake that was just fallen was just the same as the high priest.
Although the drawing axis at the moment is still intact, the force of the pseudo-sin on the above has completely disappeared, which is equivalent to the consumption of Luo Yang's last card.
"Fortunately, the silver snake was destroyed, and the repair of the high priest would be greatly damaged. Even if there is no power of false immortals, this war will not be lost..."
After the eyes flashed, Luo Yang put away the drawing axis in his hand, and when he stepped down, he flew toward the high priest and prepared to pursue the victory.
But just as Luo Yang’s figure swayed, the repairs that had been steadily fading were falling quickly. In the twinkling of an eye, they fell back to the peak of Danyang...