Chapter 217: Give me a burst!

"This time I came to the place of inheritance, I wanted to inherit this for the younger generation, but I never thought that the inheritance of this place would be invincible, this is the first creation."
‘Xiao Yichen’ seems to be not paying attention to the body that is aging, and smiles faintly at Luoyang.
"That black iron sword, although damaged, but it can not invade, it can be seen that its quality is not ordinary, this is the second creation."
‘Xiao Yichen’ said unhurlyly, while the face was aging, the atmosphere of the whole person was also undergoing tremendous changes, just like an old man who had just climbed out of the grave, giving off a vicissitude of breath.
"Well... the most shocking thing for the old man, but this is the nine-year-old fairy! You can get three such amazing creations at a time, and the old man is not in danger of being discovered by the heavens, and enters the land of this inheritance...

On the face of ‘Xiao Yichen’, a strange smile appeared. When he spoke, the old eyes stared at Luoyang, giving off a horrible coldness, which made people’s hearts tremble.
Luo Yang's face is dignified, although his heart has already speculated about the changes in 'Xiao Yichen', but he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.
Such a horrible cultivation is not in conformity with the rules of practice. Even if it is a thrilling creation, it is difficult to raise it to such a degree of horror in such a short period of time, and the change in 'Xiao Yichen' is obviously Extremely surprised!
"Who are you?" After taking a deep breath and pressing down the shock in his heart, Luo Yang looked at the scream of Xiao Xiaochen.
"Oh, the old man is the third ancestor of the Xiao family. When the refining gods roamed, they left behind and left behind a god. They wanted to do some little power for the younger generation, but they did not expect to be able to meet such a creation and be able to die. In the hands of the old man, it is also a blessing for your hits.
The third ancestor of Xiao’s family did not hide his identity and smiled faintly at Luoyang.
In his view, even though Luoyang’s performance is somewhat amazing, it is still only a monk in Lingtai. Both life and death are between his own thoughts, and Luo Yang is not in the eye. For him who is almost among the immortals, Luo Yang is just an ant in front of him.
The heart of Xiao's three ancestors, Luo Yang naturally understands, seeing him so happy to say his own origin, Luo Yang's heart gradually sinks.
"And I don't say whether he said it is true or not. The repairs that he gave out at the moment are far beyond what I can do. Even if I have this nine-year-old fairy, I am afraid it will not hurt him. Minutes, there will even be life-threatening..."
After the eyes flashed, the look on Luo Yang’s face became more and more dignified. After taking a deep breath, he did not hesitate under his feet. His body shape swayed directly toward the back of his body. He wanted to leave from the bronze hall and quickly receded. There is no hesitation in the hands, and raising his hand is a smashing fire dragon.
Although the red-red flame dragon is only a few dozen feet in size, the horror temperature emitted on its dragon's body is enough to burn down the monks in the late Danyang period, even if it is a perfect monk in Danyang. Do not dare to be hard with it.
But when the fire dragon whistling out, the eyes of Xiao’s three ancestors showed a hint of indifference. After shaking his head slightly, the old right arm slowly lifted up, gently toward the fire dragon, that slammed The fire dragon made a sorrow, and it collapsed directly in the hall, turning into a flame and drifting into the surrounding space.
Luo Yang’s eyes narrowed and he saw that the three ancestors of the Xiao family had so easily smashed their fire dragons. As the mind sank, the figure flew more quickly toward the hall.
"The old man said, can die in the hands of the old man, is your creation..." The look of Xiao's three ancestors was indifferent, and when the mouth was faintly open, the right hand was empty.
Luo Yang’s retreating body suddenly stopped, as if it was controlled by a pair of invisible beaters, it’s hard to take a step back. In the long sleeves of the three ancestors of the Xiao family, the figure was directly and uncontrollably flew toward the Xiao family.
"This...this is the refining monk...just a god, it will make me lose my strength..."
Luo Yang's face was ugly, and his heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness. His eyes closed slowly. In front of Xiao's three ancestors, even if Luoyang had a god-like spirit platform and had a physical body, Danyang, it was still like an ant, and it was difficult to control his own destiny.
"Being able to have such strength in Lingtai, you are also proud of yourself, but unfortunately, you met the old man this time, here is the end of your life."
Xiao Jia's three ancestors looked at Luo Yang with indifference, and the old ground showed a faint smile, and slowly said in the mouth.
"No! This is not my end!!"
Luo Yang’s eyes suddenly opened up, and the weakness in his eyes dissipated. Instead, he was replaced by a sense of perseverance.
At the same time as the figure flew toward the Xiao family, Luo Yang’s hands quickly shot from the waist, and the magic weapons of each one flew out like a magical river. When you looked at it, it was a magic weapon, a few There are also hundreds of pieces!
"If so many magic weapons are self-destructive, and do not say whether they can hurt the old man, even if you are yourself, you will be torn into pieces in the aftermath. Do you really dare to detonate them?"
The face of Xiao’s three ancestors flashed a trace of surprise, and immediately sneered and said. In his view, Luo Yang put so many magic weapons out, just want to hold himself, so that he can leave a living path for him. As for the deduction of all the magic weapons of this place, it is something that Luo Yang does not dare. .
The things that Xiaojia's three ancestors said, Luo Yang naturally understands very well that these magic weapons are all the things that he has under his body. If all of them are self-destructive, even if it is his current cultivation, there is no possibility of surviving. Switching to other monks may just be pretentious, but he... is Luo Yang!
"Na Luomou wants to disappoint you, give me a burst!"
Under the horrified eyes of Xiao San's three ancestors, Luo Yang's eyes showed a hint of madness. When his hands were sealed, a low drink was heard in his mouth.
In the meantime, the scent of destruction was uploaded from the hundreds of magic weapons. The dazzling light was connected into one piece. When the light flashed, a loud noise like a devastating sound exploded in the hall.
A wave of horror swept away in all directions, and Luo Yang’s body suddenly flew out, and five or six blood spurted out in the mouth. The cracks of the road appeared on him, just like the direct disintegration!
The roar of the roar is endless, and the entire inheritance is a rapid collapse. The five-line method in the first pass is the first to annihilate in the void, the space cracks continue to spread, and the entire inheritance is only a short moment, and all will collapse.