Chapter 211: You are too scary

In the Qingyun faction, there was a voice of mourning, and many of the disciples who were repaired as lower disciples, under the dragon, directly turned into blood fog, and the gods were destroyed, leaving no trace. Many Lingtai elders, although they can barely support, are equally seriously injured. Even the great elders, Yue Wenbai, the body's Lingtai is constantly shaking, and it is difficult to turn the spiritual power.
Longwei swept the room, the nine-bar flag on the ground was shining, and the earth trembled fiercely, as if it would be pulled up from the ground. Next to the small flag in the center, a handsome disciple, who is holding the blue flag, is Luo Yang!
His cultivation is only seven layers of refining. It is difficult to block the horrible pressure. If it is not the light flowing on the flag, I am afraid that he has already turned into a blood fog.
In the dark night sky, the face of the middle-aged man appeared pale. After the body of Danyang blew himself, his momentum quickly fell, and in the blink of an eye he had already fallen to the late stage of Lingtai, and his body trembled under Longwei.
"I am the head of the Qingyun School, and I have to guard the Zongmen although I am dead!"
After the middle-aged man smirked, his face showed a decisive look, his right hand suddenly lifted up, and he photographed his forehead.
"Head!!"
Many of the elders and disciples below are red-eyed and crying. In their cries, the middle-aged man’s body broke out with dazzling light. The whole body was like a round of tomorrow. When the light was shining, it burst into flames and turned into a blue light, tightening the body of the dragon. Tightly tied.
"Damn ants! Just rely on you to seal the old man?!"
A thunderous anger came from the clouds, and the body of the dragon continually rolled, first to break free from the shackles of the light outside the body.
But as it struggled, its huge dragon body continued to have a red-blooded blood flowing out and spilling on the earth like a rain.
A sly wound was exposed from its scales, and there were tens of thousands of cracks on the cracks, which made the dragon weaker and weaker. Although it struggled all the time, it was difficult to escape from this array. Bondage.
The light continually converges, trapping the dragon in the light column, its huge body is constantly shrinking in the light, and in a moment it turns into a fist-sized light, with the nine-shot flag below. Broken, the group sealed the light of the dragon, and when Luo Yang had not returned to God, he suddenly rushed into his body!
Luo Yang’s eyes were black, and the whole person fainted. In a flame of fire, a dragon’s head slowly floated in front of him, and a pair of scarlet giants showed a horrible cold light, letting Luo Yang’s heart tremble.
"Kid, I didn't think you were so afraid of me." When he was scared in Luo Yang's heart, the terrible dragon suddenly smiled and said in a cold voice.
After the sound of it fell, Luo Yang’s eyes suddenly flashed a glimmer of clearness, and the next moment his face changed suddenly. In front of him, the world of the flames suddenly dissipated, and the surrounding areas once again returned to the white sea of ​​clouds. He himself is on the chain, and half of his feet are hanging in the air, almost falling from the chain.
After taking a deep breath, Luo Yang's feet slowly recovered, and the cries of the surrounding all disappeared, returning to a quiet appearance, but the look on his face was more and more dignified.
"Moguiqiao... This bridge is really horrible..." Luo Yang's brow wrinkled after his eyes swept quickly from the surrounding clouds.
At the moment of embarking on this Moguiqiao, he was already very vigilant, but he did not expect that he would almost follow the other's way. If it was not the sentence of the candle dragon, I am afraid that it is already from this Moguio bridge. Falling down and losing the qualification to inherit.
"There seems to be a strange force on this bridge that can confuse people and refract the most fearful side of the heart of the bridge. Even a strong mind will be lost on this bridge..." After everything that happened just now, Luo Yang’s heart gradually became clear.
"The kid, although those are just illusions, but it is what happened in the Qingyun faction before, and the thing that your kid is most afraid of is actually Lao Tzu, so I am afraid of you?"
At the time of Luo Yang’s sinking, the candle dragon whispered and asked, and the tone seemed to be somewhat smug.
"You are too scary..." After listening to the words of the candle dragon, Luo Yang replied directly without thinking.
After that, I stopped paying attention to the black face of the candle dragon, and looked at the depths of Moguiqiao. After the next step, I continued to walk along the chain.
After Luo Yang’s figure moved again, the cry of the road in the sea of ​​clouds re-emerged, but with the experience just now, Luo Yang’s heart has returned to calm, even those behind him. There is no end to the ear, and there is no slight wave of shaking, all the way to the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.
After the time of half a cup of tea, when Luo Yang went to a thousand feet, he saw the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, the other side of the bridge.
This is a cyan altar. It looks like the six altars outside. In front of this altar, two figures sit silently, it is Zhou Chengyun and Xiao Yichen who started before Luoyang.
At the time of Luo Yang's arrival, the two also looked up at him at the same time. After Zhou Chengyun saw Luo Yang, he smiled and nodded, and Xiao Yichen blinked, and there was no indication.
Luo Yang’s face was not moving, and his body shape was also in front of the altar. After he set foot on the altar, a bright light flashed on the altar altar. This light flashed and slowly condensed into An old figure appeared in front of Luo Yang.
The old man was wearing a white robe, and his two white long eyebrows fell to his shoulders. In an old pair of eyes, it seemed to contain endless years. It was just a gaze, so that Luo Yang had a kind of perfection. The feeling of seeing through, my heart suddenly surprised.
"He is the fairy on the clouds?"
Just as Luo Yang was amazed, the old figure looked over from Luo Yang and said slowly.
"Inherited, you tell me, what did you see in my hands?"
Luo Yang heard the words and looked up at the old man's hand. He saw it in the hands of the old man, and it was a vague world!
In this world, a personal shadow constantly emerges, they are either babies, or middle-aged, or men, or women. Their postures are different, they experience old age and death, as if they are a reincarnation with no end, and they are constantly struggling in the dust...