Chapter 182: Elder of Pantheon

"Boom!"
A big hand formed by the condensation of heavy black mist appeared out of thin air, and it flicked at the mountain and river chessboard first! That Fang Dayin was struck by lightning, and all the phantoms of the mountains and rivers rolled back, and the Dayin flew far away.
The palm shadow did not stop, and quickly passed hundreds of feet of void, and grabbed the Thunder Beast and Puppet!
"Om!"
The Thunder Beast War Puppet suddenly froze in the air, as if the surrounding air had turned into a thick swamp, tightly restraining its limbs. An invisible force was released from the palm shadow and rushed into the war puppet.
With a screaming sound, the Heavenly Hell Thunder Spirit seemed to be squeezed by millions of tons of force, flapping its wings, and flew out into a dazzling stream of light.
"Lei Ling! Tsk tsk, I didn't expect to be able to achieve such a big gain in the little Moro collar, it is a godsend to me."
The voice of surprise sounded, and an old figure appeared empty. He was full of wrinkles, his back crouched, and his two white longevity eyebrows were hanging down long and resting on his cheeks.
A black mist flew up from his sleeve, connected the palm of his hand, and continuously pulled Lei Ling in his direction.
The Heavenly Prison Thunder Spirit uttered a scream in panic. If it had already become successful, it could kill hundreds of warriors like Shoumei Old Man in one breath. It is a pity that although it has great potential, it is currently in its infancy, and it is not an opponent of the elders with longevity.
"cut!"
Daluo's secret sword array appeared, sixteen sword servants appeared in the air, Yang Lie's xuan robe shook, and a beam of sword aura suddenly slashed away. Shit, the black mist was cut off, the huge palm shadow lost its support, and it quickly dispersed.
Squeak, the Heavenly Prison Thunder Spirit got rid of the restraints and immediately flew back to Yang Lie's Dantian.
"Hey! You can cut off the old man's'innate masters', you really can't be underestimated. What's more commendable is that you are not old enough to have the current cultivation strength, and the talent is amazingly good." The old man glanced at Yang Lie in surprise.
"Mr. Yuan, this kid has repeatedly fought against my beast alliance, and didn't put you in his eyes, and he didn't put the Lord in his eyes. This is disrespectful." Sang Duanhun said quickly.
"Don't make any conclusions, he doesn't know the existence of the Lord, so what disrespect is it?"
The old man with long eyebrows waved his hand and turned to Yang Lie, "You probably don’t know where I came from. The old man'Yuan Mingkong' is the left elder of the Ten Thousand Beast Hall! Seeing that you are mixed with these influential forces, you must There is no good backing. Let’s do this, you will dedicate the Thunder Spirit to me, and the old man will introduce you to the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts, and no one will dare to move you here in the future."
There are four towers in Luoshenhai. Among them, there are three halls of Shura Hall, Wan Beast Hall and Shenjian Hall. Yang Lie didn't expect that he would provoke one of the three halls so quickly, he couldn't help but frown.
Sang Duanhun showed an angry expression, but he dared not say a word. Regardless of Yuan Mingkong's strength, the title of Ten Thousand Beast Palace alone could crush him.
"Ah."
Yang Lie shook his head and chuckled, staring at Yuan Mingkong, "You want to buy a Thunder Spirit in verbal promises. You are doing a good deal. Elder Zuo? As a district elder, he dare to make such a promise, and he is not afraid to laugh. Are you big teeth?"
The value of Lei Ling is extremely high, not to mention the elders of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall, even if it is the king of the human tower, the tower master should treat it as a treasure. Therefore, what Yuan Mingkong said is really too much of an overestimation of his influence.
"Dare you look down upon the old man?"
A vague look of shame and anger flashed across Yuan Mingkong's face, and he shouted violently, "You have lost a great opportunity. Now you have to pay for your arrogance!"
"call!"
His two longevity eyebrows went without wind, and his snow-white robe swelled up like a blow, a strong air surging sound came out, and he slammed Yang Lie.
Yang Lie's knowledge of Hai Nianli quickly distinguished the strength of the enemy and the enemy. Judging from the action just now, the original Mingkong's cultivation base should be the fifth level of the true profound realm! Even if the combat power is slightly better than Sang Duanxun, it is still limited.
And Sang Duanhun was completely crushed and defeated by himself before. Knowing this, how could Yuan Mingkong's self-confidence be so calm?
A trace of vigilance emerged in Yang Lie's heart, and the strong sword aura whizzed, condensed into a strangely long chain, and drew away angrily.
Something strange happened--
The Secret Sword Chain clearly ran straight for the punch, but when the approaching approached, it shifted its direction and blasted ten feet away. It seemed that there was an invisible big hand pulling the chain of the secret sword.
But Yuan Mingkong's fist was not affected at all, and he continued to attack Yang Lie!
"Ok?"
Yang Lie was shocked, but fortunately he was prepared, he used his phantom body in an instant, and avoided the vital point at the moment of his death.
Rao is so, swept by the fist wind, his waist and ribs are still painful to tear apart!
Damn, what happened just now?
"Hey, boy, now you know the gap between you and the old man? The old man doesn't want to take the Lei Ling by force and cause the loss of Lei Ling's power. This gives you a chance."
Yuan Mingkong laughed, "But you don't know how to cherish, so the old man can only kill you first!"
"Too much nonsense, come out!"
Suddenly, Yang Lie shouted. The sword servant whirred and whirled, and countless sword energy was transmitted into his palm through the sword formation, and then his right palm was pressed against the ground fiercely.
"boom!"
A round of Yaoyue exploded, and the suddenly intensified light pierced people's eyes blindly, and they couldn't help crying.
"Boom boom," Yuan Mingkong punched repeatedly, which offset Jianmang's attack.
And not far away from him, an octopus-like monster appeared. The whole body was translucent, with arms as thick as oxtails, with as many as a dozen.
However, half of them were cut off by Yaoyue Jiangong, floating in midair and arching endlessly.
"Little master should be considered as a powerful hole card that makes you arrogant like this. It turns out that it is such a thing." Yang Lie sneered.
This monster was indeed a bit weird, and he couldn't even perceive its existence. In life and death battles, it can play a surprising role.
However, once it was seen through the trace, it completely lost its threat.
"Just now it was just a little appetizer. Since you are eager to die, the old man will do you! Soul fog!"
Yuan Mingkong was furious, and a black bead appeared on the palm of his hand. The power of mind was injected into it, and layers of mist suddenly poured out. These mists gathered into a cluster, and a sky filled with the howling sound, enveloping Yang Lie's body.
"Ok?"
Yang Lie was startled, he found that the sword qi couldn't drive away the mist, even if he used Yaoyue sword light himself, he would at most ensure that Fang Yuanzhang Xu was clear.
"boom!"
The warning sign suddenly appeared, Yang Lie's dragon blood spear turned around and stabbed to his side.
With a bang, Yuan Mingkong was repelled, and his sullen laughter sounded: "My soul fog can last for half an hour. I want to see if your sword formation can be used continuously?"
Yang Lie frowned slightly, he was surrounded by darkness, only a light near his body. As the power of Yaoyue's sword light gradually dissipated, the bright area shrank.
"Boom! Bang! Bang!"
The dragon blood spear shot again and again, and in a short period of time, the two sides blasted thousands of them. If it were not for Yang Lie's soul perception, he would have been hit.
But if this continues, the enemy is in the dark, and I am in the dark, especially Yuan Mingkong's strength is not weak. The stalemate continues, and the consequences are unpredictable.
"Now you should know the benefits of having a strong backstage? I have a soul profound tool given by Lord King Tower. How can you be your opponent?"
"The old man will hurt you so badly that he can't resist, and let you watch me take out the Lei Ling, so that you can taste the powerless pain!"
"Perhaps, I can also try to use some powerful refiners to refine you into a puppet? Haha, such a genius, I must be able to refine it into a good collection."
The endless interference sounded, buzzing and rumbling as if tens of thousands of flies were calling, making one's heart impatient.
"Noisy! Disperse to the little master!"
Booming, a small mountain appeared from Yang Lie's eyebrows, quickly floating in the air. As soon as he appeared, waves of magnetic force were immediately released, shrouded in front of-
Yuan Magnetic Fate!
One thing dropped one thing, the black mist dissipated in the distortion of the Magneto Divine Mountain, and in a blink of an eye a clear passage appeared in front of Yang Lie, revealing Yuan Mingkong's figure.
Immediately afterwards, the Undead Heart Flame Sword stabbed away secretly, and the undercurrent rushed into his body.
"What kind of fate is this?"
Yuan Mingkong dodged hastily, but was also seriously injured.
He never thought that Yang Lie still had a means to break the fog of soul. At this point in the fight, no matter what tricks he used, the other party could crack it, as if the Xuanpao boy's cards were endless, and he gave birth to a fearful retreat.
"Boy, let's spare your life for the time being!" Yuan Mingkong's figure shook, and he was about to fly away.
Sang Duanxun's eyes widened, how could he not believe that the elder of the Hall of Beasts would take the initiative to shrink back. The point is, he just ran away, what about himself?
"Want to go? Not so easy!"
Yang Lie shook the dragon blood spear, his figure shook, and the star and meteor spear technique was used to stab Yuan Mingkong directly. With this blow, he displayed a phantom body for a moment, and the speed was astonishing, and he caught up with the lightning.
"Child, you must stay a line! If you dare to hurt the old man's hair, Wan Beast Palace will cut you thousands of times!" Yuan Mingkong snarled inwardly.
Yang Lie let out a sneer, and the gun body pierced heavily: "You are allowed to kill me, and you are not allowed to shoot me? How can there be such a rule in the world!"
"Boom."
Under the spear piercing, the true meaning of martial arts was superimposed, and the sharp and incomparable killing intent was torn down, piercing his heart fiercely.
"Ah! You dare to kill me, the old man wants to die with you" screamed, and a black light was vaguely visible flying out of his head and rushing into Yang Lie's body.
"Ok?"
Yang Lie's eyebrows condensed, and this black light was very destructive, and he wanted to chop his soul into pieces. Obviously, this is a soul martial arts, and quite clever.
However, Yang Lie's soul power is already three-star, and this level of attack is destined to be just a joke.
As soon as the avatar of the demon in the sea of ​​consciousness rose, he swallowed the black light in one bite.
With fierce roars, the curse sounded: "Child, the lord of the palace will avenge me, for sure!"
"puff!"
A mist of light on Yang Lie's right arm swelled open, and the mist enveloped his arm, but it couldn't be eliminated...
In addition, the demon clone also sent a strong sense of expansion!