Chapter 1829: Four hundred and seven

Chapter 1829 Chapter 407: Dacheng Bingfeng
The world's color-changing thunder and prison is prosperous only because of the king's thoughts, and the thirty-nine high towers transformed into vitality, want to suppress the presumptuous evil in front of them.
Ji Shang's face was cold and stern, and everything was killed. This is the overbearing of heaven and earth changing with thoughts.
And in this quiet and solemn world, there is a thin man sitting cross-legged with a relaxed face, and the vitality surrounding him is agile and lively. Although he is in the same sky, his painting style is completely different.
The man even joked at the black-faced murderer: "Sure enough, too high a position to hear the truth, or is it that Sect Master Ji Shang actually understands it in his heart, but he doesn't want to admit it?"
Ji Shang has forgotten how long no one dared to speak to him in person like this. This kind of offense beyond expectations made him subconsciously want to print the Thirty-Nine Town, Yumingwang Tower, directly on the nasty face of the person in front of him.
But considering that the person in front of him is now Ji’s indispensable helper, he still endures this impulse abruptly, but coldly warns:
Han and An are unfair to the sky. It is naturally easy to vacillate the snake, but once it is settled He knows the director's details, and the disaster of Longxi will happen again in an instant."
This is a reminder and a bottom line. Tang Luo's actions have already made the Han allies feel uncomfortable. This time Ji Shang came not for the third holy way, but to find out the true thoughts of this ally. caveat.
Don't forget that the Tang family and the Han family are grasshoppers tied to a rope. They can't leave me or escape you.
Hearing this, Tang Luo carefully looked at the face of the ally in front of him, and he didn't know if it was the benefits brought by the improvement of the realm. As his research on Shentong got deeper, the more information he could see.
Today, as long as he stares intently, he can see many traces that ordinary people can't see.
These traces are all carved out of the past that cannot be changed, whether they are visible or invisible, all put together to form the so-called present.
Staring at a big tree, Tang Luo could not only see the luxuriant leaves and strong branches that ordinary people can see, but also the axe blades that were once added to the body, the broken branches that showed off at Lin Feng, the leaves of autumn and winter, and the four seasons. Squalls.
From the height of hundreds of thousands of feet, I saw the time when the tree sprouted.
If you use these divine pupils to see people, there will be more information. The hard work and hearty battles will reveal the invisible remnants.
If once you could see the aura of the channels and collaterals, you could estimate the strengths of the martial artist to be inseparable, then Tang Luo now only needs to look at it, and everything about the martial artist is invisible.
It's just that the lives of the weak are bizarre, but the lives of the strong are mostly similar.
Those who are prominent in the front, the queen will inevitably suffer. Whether it is a master or a king, except for different temperaments, that loneliness and patience are like a mold carved out.
This is the first time that he has looked at Ji Shang so seriously, the master of Beimang Lingxiaozong's face is square, and the face like a knife can feel the awe-inspiring righteousness at a glance.
But if you shift your gaze to the facial features, the first impression brought by the face shape is instantly destroyed.
Ji Shang's eyebrows are shaped like swords, with dozens of interlaced silver marks on the center of the eyebrows.
His face is like white jade, his eyes are narrow and long, and his pupils are like jasper jade, although his voice and smile are concealed with murderous intent.
The lower end of the nose is as tall and straight as a mountain, but the wings of the nose are extremely narrow, and even when breathing, there is no ups and downs, as if they were cut by a knife after being pinched in mud.
His lips were lavender, slender and thin. When he pursed his mouth, he could only see a lavender line.
Anyone who meets him for the first time can tell that this one is not easy to mess with, especially when the other person is dark.
Through the robe, the pupil can see the patterns imprinted on the king's body like flower embroidery. These patterns are lit up in different positions, and they are linked together to form an endless cycle. A total of seven signs indicate that the person in front of you has already It reached the level of the third-rank indestructible battle body, and it was not far from the second-rank diamond's indestructible Zhang Liujin body.
As for the warfare of soldiers, they have cultivated to an unprecedented level. Under a single thought, the vitality of the heaven and the earth will move with the thought. One hundred and eight swordsmen, three thousand spiritual weapons, and even nine kinds of heaven and earth wonders. Expend a little bit of original spiritual power.
Is this the human king's atmosphere that appears after the first sacred place in Xihe has lingered for thousands of years?
In martial arts, Tang Luo admired Ji Shang's accomplishments, but he was still disappointed.
"It's been a thousand years if you say you don't share the same surname? And now your surname is Ji, not Han."
If you make a list of words that can be responded to at this time, then Tang Luo's sentence is the least insightful. This degree of offense even makes Ji Shang a little dazed, but those who have no insight will never stop: "I understand. Sovereign Ji Shang has always had the ambition of restoration, and he can see the fear buried in your heart. Why not allow Beiman’s disciples to travel to Zhongzhou? Are you afraid of those Ji's disciples who have lost the restoration after seeing the situation in Zhongzhou today? determination?
Why are you so anxious? Did you also see the gap between Beimang and the Holy Land of the Three Realms as if it were a moat, and fear that if you don't seize this one hundred years, you won't even dare to mention it in the next hundred years?
A thousand years later, do you feel that Xihe is getting smaller and smaller, even in the acclaimed Central Continent, it seems that the ambition of the Holy Land of the Three Realms cannot be accommodated?
Are you afraid that when the Holy Land of the Three Realms explores your hands, those Han clan people hidden underground will be invisible, and will not even have a chance to resist?
Obviously you think so, why dare you not admit it? Hatred is no longer the Han's biggest restoration motivation, fear is. "
boom!
Just like a string that suddenly broke, Ji Shang only felt a blank in his mind. The Thirty-Nine Tower of the Prison King, a huge town in the sky like a pillar, fell towards the top of Donglan Mountain.
The heavens and the earth shook at the same time, and the gods of the ten directions planted the thunder to kill the calamity, transforming into a thunder-cast spirit soldier, and slammed towards Tang Luo's location.
The mountains roared, a pair of ice eyes born from the breath of thick soil opened on the mountain wall, and the turquoise pupils refracted the endless cold ice spirit.
In just one percent of the breath, endless killings and robberies appeared on the cloudless Donglan Mountain, and the Luanzhou Temple, which was hundreds of miles away, felt the indescribable killing intent.
Sitting cross-legged, Tang Luo languidly got up before Ten Thousand Paths of Killing Tribulation, and he didn't see any movements. It was just that no matter whether the thunder soldiers transformed by the gods or the cold evil shot from the ice eyes, they all fell into his body and dissociated into pureness. I don’t know where to go.
The Thirty-Nine Town, the Prison King’s Spirit Tower, roared, and Tang Luo leaned back, his right palm raised the sky, and at the moment he straightened up, he had grown into a giant arm capable of covering the sky, spreading his palms like Luo Tianhua cover. , The five fingers each form a pillar to hold the tower of the King of Prisons that came down.
(End of this chapter)