Chapter 49: True Xuanxu Ling

"boom!"
Yang Lie's dragon blood spear was in his hand and slammed out.
"You are in the Ju Yuan Realm, and you want to threaten me? This priest wants to destroy your limbs and let you know what the end of cheating the noble monster race!"
The bald high priest smiled fiercely, knotted a mysterious seal with his hands, and then pressed it down! Driven by the invisible, the speed of the rock flying behind him was a bit faster.
"End?"
The body of Yang Lie's gun spun suddenly, and a scream came out, and the tip of the gun soared out of the silver light of a length of ten meters, "Is that right?"
Suddenly, the bald-headed high priest's eyes widened to the extreme, and his expression of incomparable horror revealed
"Fuck!"
Pieces of rocks could not get close to Yang Lie's body at all, and they were torn apart by an invisible artistic conception, they were torn apart on the spot, turning into pure heaven and earth vitality and disappearing.
"How could you break my attack?"
With a shocked expression on his face, the bald high priest couldn't believe that a martial artist in the Ju Yuan realm could defeat his middle school martial arts!
Yang Lie ignored it, and the gun body rotated at a high speed with bursts of crackling noises, like a dragon wagging its tail! The power of the flood bursting out rushed out, and the dragon blood spear drew towards the chest of the bald high priest with a mighty force.
"Block me!"
Suddenly, the bald high priest had no time to dodge, and a starlight river appeared hurriedly above his head, and the extremely condensed inner element flowed down and blocked his chest.
It's a pity that all the inner yuans only blocked for a moment, and they were exploded on the spot!
The arrogant dragon blood gun was like a violent beast, smashing the bald high priest's inner yuan to pieces. Then, the gun body hit his chest heavily!
"Click!"
Not surprisingly, the breastbone of the bald high priest was torn apart on the spot. Even the internal organs were shattered by this shot.
Kill a strong man in Vientiane with one shot!
Although his body collapsed, but his breath was not completely dissipated, the bald high priest suddenly showed an extremely ecstatic smile: "Haha, it's you! Chang, found it! Kill him! No, take him back to the demon realm alive!"
Following this inexplicable remark, the bald high priest fell into the air with a soft body.
"High Priest!"
The strange youth "Bei Mingchang" and his party shed blood and tears, and let out a roar of grief. The high priest grew up with him and taught him to learn. Compared with his parents, his company is longer!
The corners of his eyes twitched, and a cold expression revealed: "Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely fulfill your last wish, take him back to the demon realm, and take out...fate and soul mark!"
He said the last three words very deep, and Yang Lie couldn't hear them clearly. However, with a single word, Bei Mingchang's eyes filled with endless violence!
That kind of violence is not entirely due to the killing of relatives, but also a kind of anger after being extremely insulted
Ordinary monster races still regard human races as slaves, especially as a royal family. In ancient times, for the eight great royal clans, they could kill thousands of human races at will for fun, without any psychological burden at all.
And now, the juvenile of the human race, who was regarded as an animal, actually killed his own race! And also the most beloved high priest!
Bei Mingchang's palms that were so pale without a trace of blood came out slowly, and a cold and faint voice uttered: "I want to crush the bones of your whole body inch by inch, and bring you back to the demon domain, and torture you for another hundred years, so that you may die. !"
Under his calm expression, there seemed to be a volcano about to erupt, which could burn people into nothingness at any time.
However, this fierce look failed to frighten Yang Lie at all. He shrugged slightly, and pointed the dragon blood spear at the body of the high priest: "He said that too, but unfortunately, he is dead."
"Asshole!"
Bei Mingchang's forcibly maintained calm was broken, and his anger surged wildly, "Then let me help the high priest realize his last wish!"
"Crack!"
A series of blunt freezing sounds sounded, and a layer of chill was suddenly enveloped within a radius of several hundred meters. The chill quickly gathered, condensing all the water vapor, causing ice crystals to appear in the void.
At first glance, the two of them seemed to be wrapped in huge ice cubes, and countless figures were reflected from the countless ice crystal edges, and the overlap was dazzling.
"Huh!"
Suddenly, Bei Mingchang moved.
He took a step forward slightly and cleverly, and the countless phantoms rushed forward together, densely packed and could not tell which was the deity who attacked
Botian clan secretly passed down martial arts, Bingyue Jue!
This is an offensive type of stamina, which can be used during fierce fighting to confuse the enemy to the utmost extent, thereby concealing the true ultimate move. Whether the opponent is actively attacking or passively defending, they will fall into the calculation.
"phantom?"
A weird smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Yang Lie's mouth. He murmured, "Playing this trick in front of the little master, it seems that you don't know how to write dead words."
"Huh! Huh!"
At this time, dozens of "Bei Mingchang" slammed in front of him, not even an inch apart, but Yang Lie still stood motionless.
Every figure is flickering, full of biting killing intent.
Looking into the distance, Yang Lie was about to be blasted with a punch.
"Yang Lie!"
Even if they were extremely confident in him, Luo Shuihan and the others couldn't help but exclaim.
On the other hand, Bei Mingchang saw that Yang Lie didn't move, his expression changed. Immediately, the figures rushing towards Yang Lie burst into pieces with the sound of "pupu", like bubbles disappearing without a trace.
"It turned out to be just a phantom!" Yu Baiwei scratched his head.
"How did Yang Shaoxia see through?"
Luo Zhanhu was very curious. They were all powerful in the Vientiane Realm, and their eyesight was natural, but they couldn't recognize those phantoms at all.
"Huh! You are really a gambler, I see how you can bear it this time!"
Bei Mingchang thought that Yang Lie was just accidentally hitting a Grand Canal, and did not care.
Among the ice crystals, dozens of Bei Mingchang moved again. But this time was different. Every figure punched, kicked, or slapped, and no one had the same posture.
Moreover, they attacked from all directions, covering all angles, making it impossible for people to dodge at all and can only be hard-wired.
However, with so many figures, which one should we focus on?
This is the true viciousness of the "Ice Moon" body technique. Once the wrong target is found and the strongest attack is performed, then Bei Mingchang's deity may suddenly attack!
The opponent is at the time when the old power is gone and the new power is not born, how can he block his long-standing blow?
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Dozens of Bei Mingchang, dozens of "kill" words were simultaneously exported, and dozens of attacks fell at the same time. Yang Lie seemed to be completely confused, and hesitated in his actions.
After this moment of stagnation, Bei Mingchang was already approaching less than Chixu.
At the moment of death, Yang Lie's eyes were fierce, and he selected a figure from the front, and the Dragon Blood Gun shot away.
"Not good! He is purely gambling!" Dong Ziyang was shocked. He had the highest cultivation level. At a glance, he could see that Yang Lie's shot was shot very hastily. It was a blow of luck.
"boom!"
A phantom suddenly accelerated, and the inner elements in the palm of the palm moved violently, violently rushing towards the heart of Yang Lie! This blow is more than ten times more powerful?
"Be careful behind!" Numerous exclamations sounded.
Unfortunately, it is too late--
"Boom!"
Yang Lie was slapped firmly by this palm, and he withstood all the attacking power without any omission.
At this moment, I don't know how many people exclaimed, and the eyes of those close to them are cracked!
However, when Bei Mingchang slapped his palm, instead of showing the slightest triumph on his face, there was a hint of shock on his face—
"puff!"
Like a phantom in the mirror, "Yang Lie" under Bei Mingchang's palm shattered on the spot and disappeared into the void silently.
But a long spear carried the momentum that had fallen since Nine Heavens, tearing the sky and the earth, and slammed into the heart of Bei Mingchang.
"Yang Lie! It's Yang Lie!"
"Good boy, the one just now turned out to be a phantom too!"
Yang Lie has already mastered the phantom body mood. Although the demon soul clone has not been recovered for the time being, he realized that it is not difficult to simulate a phantom in a short time.
It's just that no one thought that Bei Mingchang originally wanted to use Phantom Attack to destroy Yang Lie. In the end, Yang Lie used his own way to treat his body, and he also used a phantom, but he was blinded!
"No! Impossible!"
Bei Mingchang roared in disbelief. For Yang Lie to do this, the most difficult thing was to thoroughly see through his phantom! He couldn't figure out why he had revealed the flaw.
"Nothing is impossible! I win, you die, it's that simple."
Yang Lie's eyes were fierce, and he was merciless when he shot out, killing him with one shot.
"It's not so easy to kill me!"
Bei Mingchang let out an angry roar, and a half hazy phantom suddenly stepped out of him. This phantom is vague and uncertain, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a man who looks like him seven or eight points.
The man seemed to be a bit younger than him, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, but the breath that exudes from him is like a sea, with an innate charm that will make people bow their heads.
The phantom man suddenly protruded a palm, lightly and skillfully pressed against the spear body.
"boom!"
Yang Lie only felt that the Dragon Blood Spear was being pressed down by a mountain. The astonishingly heavy pressure made it difficult for him to hold the Dragon Blood Spear.
"Give me, set!"
At the critical moment, Yang Lie gave a violent shout, nine red light patterns appeared, his arm was superimposed with a hundred thousand jun power, and he abruptly held the dragon blood gun.
Except that, the skin of his right arm also exploded fine cracks, and blood came out!
"Hey, nine-stripe combat body? Nowadays, even the Star Clan members themselves rarely practice this technique. I didn't expect that in the territories of the human race, someone could practice it to great extent, which is interesting." The shadow man said lightly.
Everyone at the bottom could understand, who is the real number one in this trial!
Yu Chuanhe's face flushed, thinking that he had been desperately advocating for Gu Menghu before, wishing to dig a hole in. Compared with the black-clothed boy, what is the realm of seven patterns?
Among them, Dong Ziyang was the only one who was not paying attention to Yang Lie. He stared at the phantom man, spitting out a trembling desperate voice: "True Profound Void Spirit?"