Chapter 218: weak! Too weak!

The aftermath of the road continually swept out of the hall. The bronze-constructed hall was continually collapsed under such a terrible explosion. The cracks in the tunnel continued to spread, and the bluestone carving in the hall had already turned into ashes. Only the spar is still suspended in the air, giving off a faint glow.
"Cough... The kid, the old man is looking down on you." After the wave sweeps across the room, the figure of Xiao's three ancestors slowly emerged, and said after a light cough.
At this moment, he became embarrassed, and on the right arm of Luo Yang’s cut, there was a burst of bright red blood, a white robe, which was already ruined, and there was a deep wound on his chest. White flesh looks very scary.
"Fortunately, Jiuyi Xianyu is a Xianbao, will not be damaged by the aftermath, even if he has turned into ashes, Xianbao should have no problem."
The long sleeves of the three ancestors of the Xiao family slammed into a hurricane, and the smoke in the hall was blown away, revealing the figure of Luo Yang.
Unlike the wolverines of the three ancestors of the Xiao family, Luo Yang at the moment seems to have a scar on his body, but he has not been seriously damaged. Even the black robes he wore have not been turned into ashes, keeping the original appearance.
"Even if I am now in the realm of Yuan Tianjing, it is difficult to all the low-end under the aftermath of the remnant. He is just a kid of Lingtai. How can he..." Xiaojia’s three ancestors’ eyes are condensed and their eyes are constantly The ground was swept from Luo Yang’s body.
At this moment, Luo Yang fell to the ground, and there is no half-smart fluctuation in the body. The whole person's breath is also weakened to the extreme. It is like a dead person. If it is not the repair of Xiao's three ancestors, I am afraid it is difficult to detect Luo. Yang is still alive.
"There is too much surprise in this kid's body. It's not bad to die directly at the moment, just let the old man can search for the soul!"
After feeling that Luoyang's breath was weak, Xiao's three ancestors flashed a cold man's eyes. When the foot stepped out, it appeared directly in front of Luo Yang. When the left hand extended, it was to search for the soul of Luo Yang.
But when his left hand just stretched out, Luo Yang suddenly looked up, his eyes fixedly looking at the Xiao family's three ancestors in front of him, in the pupil, passing a red-red light.
"You weak chicken, just cheered?"
An icy voice came from Luo Yang's mouth. His voice was hoarse, as if it was from the nine secluded hell, and the heart trembled.
The face of the Xiao family's three ancestors changed abruptly. When the left hand retreated, the figure was directly regressed, and the distance from ‘Luo Yang’ was opened.
At this moment, Luo Yang, a long hair turned into a red color, the eyes of the scarlet light, the whole person's breath changed greatly, looks very demon, even the Xiao family three ancestors, the heart is also feeling uneasy.
"Small things, a goddess of refining the monks, and dare to be so arrogant in front of Laozi, don't say that you are just a mutilation now, even if you are in the heyday, it is just a matter of yawning."
‘Royan’ slowly rose, and his eyes glanced off from the body of Xiao’s three ancestors, and his face showed a disdainful look.
"Pretend! No matter who you are, today is going to die in the hands of the old man!"
After all, the three ancestors of the Xiao family are the monks of the refining period, and the nature of the heart is extraordinary. Although she knew that Luo Yang was very surprised at the moment, she still didn't care. After a cold cry in her mouth, her long sleeves suddenly slammed, and a rushing Huang Quan screamed and flew straight to ‘Luo Yang’.
The surging Huangquan descended from the sky, and countless souls struggled in Huangquan. The screaming in horror made people feel trembled, and the rich dead air spread continuously, sweeping the entire hall.
This Huangquan anger is one of Xiao’s secret techniques. Even if the Xiaozu’s three ancestors left only the cultivation of Yuantianjing, this technique can be displayed, and it is still earth-shattering, even the general spiritual world. Monk, I am afraid it is difficult to be his opponent.
"Weak! Too weak!"
The eyelids of 'Luo Yang' were lifted, and the eyes swept over the rushing Huang Quan. After shaking his head slightly, the disdain on his face was thicker.
His right hand is slightly lighter toward the yellow spring. A fire dragon that has been condensed by flames appears again. Unlike the fire dragon that was condensed before, the fire dragon at the moment seems to have more spirituality, like a real dragon. Out of the amazing dragon, when the dragon claws fluttered, he slammed toward Huang Quan.
A loud dragonfly suddenly sounded in the hall, and the surging Huangquan was directly evaporated by the hovering of the fire dragon, leaving no trace of traces.
The blood of the three ancestors of the Xiao family spurted a blood, and when they looked at the fire dragon with their eyes, they were shocked and it seemed unbelievable.
"No... impossible!"
Xiao Jia’s face changed constantly, and after a low-pitched voice, he suddenly bite the tip of his tongue and squirted a blood.
When one hand squats, a sly ghost appears in front of him. This ghost looks like a night fork, 70 to 80 feet high. The cyan skin emits an evil atmosphere, scarlet. The tongue is dozens of feet long, from the mouth of the blood, has been falling down to the ground, it looks very scary.
"Yellow Spring Ghost!"
After seeing the appearance of this devil, the spirit of the Xiao family's three ancestors rose, and after a low-pitched voice, it was directed toward ‘Luo Yang’.
There was a sharp squeak in the mouth of the devil, and the voice was extremely harsh. When people panic, the huge body ran directly toward ‘Luo Yang’, and the blue fist slammed a punch.
"Weak! Still too weak!" Luo Yang's face showed impatience, after the red-red eyes swept away, the mouth directly gave a voice.
The sound was like a thunder, and it continued to reverberate in the hall. The body of the devil was suddenly twisted. It only collapsed in a moment. The mouth of the three ancestors of the Xiao family spurted out five or six bloods in a row. It is already a horrifying look.
"As for a weak chicken like you, you dare to be fierce in Laozi. It’s a guy who doesn’t know how to be tall!"
The slogan of 'Luo Yang' snorted, and when the foot stepped out, the figure appeared directly in front of the Xiao family's three ancestors, and his eyes were like a sharp blade, which was inserted in his heart.
"You... you are also a god...not right...you are not a god! You are a fairy..."
Feeling the horror of the "Royan" exuded in the outside, the eyes of the three ancestors of the Xiao family showed the color of horror. When the mouth continued to scream, ‘Luo Yang’ was photographed directly to him.
The scarlet flesh suddenly splashed, under the palm of 'Luoyang', whether it was Xiao Yichen's body or the Xiao's three ancestors' thoughts, they all turned into a pool of flesh and blood, flying in this bronze hall. Inside.
"Kid, the next time you are a weak chicken, if you can't make it, don't think I will shoot again."
A proud voice echoed in the hall, and Luo Yang’s body suddenly swayed. When he opened his eyes again, the reddish red in his eyes was completely dissipated.
After the eyes quickly swept over the blurred flesh of the beach below, Luo Yang’s heart shook and took a deep breath and flew directly to the side of the spar. When the right hand extended, the spar was directly integrated. In his hands, a huge amount of information instantly poured into his mind.
After he collected the spar, a light curtain suddenly appeared on one side of the main hall, which was a passage away from the place.
After setting the gods slightly, Luo Yang knew that this place was not a place to study spar. When the figure was swept away, it flew straight away, stepped into the exit, and the light shone and disappeared among them...