Chapter 601: Yin is you (fourth!)

Nine large and incomparable blood-colored ancient characters roared, and the heavens and the earth where they passed were all discolored, as if even the space of this world was stained with a horrible blood color, which made people feel creepy. .
What is even more terrifying is that the pressure on these nine huge ancient characters seems to be able to sweep nine days and ten places. When it is not close to Luoyang, it has already caused a horror in his body. Coercion.
"This is the full blow of the half-step ancestor..."
Feeling the ruin of the ancient characters on the blood color, Luo Yang's eyes shrink, and his heart immediately dignified.
Although he is now able to compete with the monks of the half-step ancestor by his own means, he can face the crazy blow of the spirits and still have to be cautious.
At this moment, after taking a deep breath, Luo Yang’s footsteps slammed forward, and the body was repaired into a crazy operation, which turned into a strong atmosphere, sweeping in all directions.
"Years..."
A low-pitched voice rang from Royan's mouth, and the voice echoed. His hands slammed and slammed toward the front.
A horrible temperament immediately erupted from his body, like a tidal wave, rushing out to the heavens and the earth ahead, and when he fully urged the immortality, the nine huge ancient characters came to an end. In the blink of an eye, it is already in front of Luo Yang.
boom! !
A fierce collision sounded through the sky. When the nine blood-colored ancient characters roared, they slammed into the scent of the years, stirred up a horrible horror, and swept across all directions, even far. The few people who were fighting were also stopped and turned to look at Luoyang.
"This is the breath of the years...!"
Perceived the fluctuations in the body of Luo Yang, the face of the old Jinpao changed slightly. It was already in his realm that he had already seen too many storms. He was still shocked to see that Luo Yang could actually provoke the mystery of the years.
"It's no wonder that the Fengling Friends of the Winds is so eager to kill this kid. If he is allowed to leave this place, he will definitely become a big problem in the future!"
After a thought in the heart, the old man in the golden robes passed a cold light, and turned to look at the old man in the silver robes. Both of them had a killing on their faces.
For the thoughts of the two old men, Luo Yang naturally did not know. At this moment, his look was dignified, and when the body's spiritual power surged, he wholeheartedly urged the old man.
This old age is not the secret of the fairy tales. With the full force of Luo Yang, the ancient atmosphere of a vicissitudes of life is constantly escaping from this world, eroding the nine blood-colored ancient characters. .
The nine blood-colored ancient characters are still tenacious. Even under the constant erosion of the power of the years, they can maintain a horrible power of pressure, slowly descending from the sky, and approaching Luo Yang's front.
"The half-step ancestor's monk means mysterious. If you want to kill him, you must lead him to this dragon platform..."
After the twin eyes flashed, Luo Yang’s heart had a decision. When the mouth snorted, a blood spilled from the corner of the mouth. The breath of the whole person not only continued to weaken, but even the spiritual power in the body was intermittent, and the faintness was about to collapse. Signs.
"At last, the spiritual power is not upheld..." Looking at the changes in Luo Yang's body, the face of the wind and spirits appeared a cold color, and the mouth snorted.
"Even if your strength is comparable to that of a half-step patriarch, you are still a monk of the Yuantian. Compared with the true half-step ancestor, the spiritual power in your body is only weak. The creek, even if the deity does not personally, simply consumes the spiritual power in your body, it is enough to make your spiritual exhaustion die!"
The voice of the spirits of the spirits fell, and the people around them shook their heads. Zhao Muxue’s pretty face was slightly changed. He had to step down and was stopped by the old swordsman.
With the completion of the Wind Spirit, Royan’s body suddenly swayed, and the spiritual power of the body became weaker. The power of the world between the heavens and the earth also showed signs of collapse.
"The game is over!"
In the mouth of the Wind Spirit, there was a sneer in the mouth, and under the long sleeves, the light on the nine blood-colored ancient characters became more dazzling, and the powerful pressure that was emitted rushed toward Luo Yang.
boom!
The years between the heavens and the earth burst into anger, and nine huge ancient characters slammed into Luoyang’s body, making his body immediately like a broken kite, flying backwards into the distance, and even more in the mouth. Suddenly coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.
The aftermath of horror gradually dissipated, and the nine blood-colored ancient characters also disappeared quickly, and Luo Yang’s body was already shot and flew out a hundred feet away. It fell on the edge of the Hualongtai and almost fell from the dragon platform. Go on.
"Sexual thief!"
Looking at the appearance of Luo Yang's serious injury, Zhao Muxue's eyes are red, and when the old man's block is rushed out, Luoyang on the dragon platform is struggling to stand up again.
"There is still no death, your vitality is somewhat tenacious." Seeing that Luo Yang did not die in the previous attack, the wind spirits snorted in the mouth, but did not care too much.
His heart was very clear about how terrible the attack he had just made. It is said that Luo Yang is only a cultivation of Yuan Tianjing. Even if he is a half-step ancestor, he will definitely lose most of his life after being hit by his own blow.
Therefore, when Luo Yang was seriously injured and dying, the spirit of the spirits was not too suspicious, but even so, he did not have the slightest intention, but the eyes had a cool flash.
"No matter whether you are going to die or not, it doesn't matter to the deity. Because the next moment, you are really just a dead person!"
In the mouth of the wind spirit, the cold voice said, when the voice fell, the figure disappeared and disappeared directly from the place, appearing in front of Luo Yang.
"Kid, go and give a funeral!"
The right hand of the wind spirits is pressed toward Luo Yang’s head, and a violent spiritual power in the hands is constantly gathering, trying to kill Luo Yang.
But when his right arm is about to be close to Luoyang, a rich atmosphere bursts out of Royan's body. In the twinkling of an eye, the whole person of the Wind Spirit is swallowed up.
"Damn boy, do you dare to yin me?!"
Feel the lingering atmosphere of Luo Yang's body, the face of the wind spirits suddenly changed, and his mouth snarled.
But as soon as his voice fell, his body trembled and saw Luo Yan’s cold eyes.
"Old things, my Yin is you!"