Chapter 671: Wang Chang's Mansion!

A year ago, Lin Lang Jin Dan Liu Wen, almost exhausted all means to kill the wind demon. But after a year of repairs, he has successfully entered the realm of Jindan Qiwen, and his strength has once again climbed.
Even in the face of the three immortal immortals, there is no obvious weakness.
Chang Wang.
He was the son of the first generation of Chang Wang, who received the true biography. In the realm of prosperous realm, except for the strong men of other races or those who have been named the seven sons of Kunxu, reaching the realm of prosperous realm.
He can basically stand at the pinnacle of this realm.
But Lin Lang was stronger, and his mental strength was so small that he was still able to do well under the siege of the three strong men. And Tiandao Jindan has natural suppression on anyone.
So he didn't suffer from fighting.
Lin Lang grabbed Chang Wang's long whip with his bare hands and flung it gently. He flew the latter ten miles away and smashed into a splendid palace.
"watch out!"
An immortal from Chang Wangfu urged supernatural powers and turned into nine golden owls, shrouded in divine light, like a scorching sun, exuding thousands of degrees of high temperature.
He opened his mouth and spit out a ball of fire with a diameter of more than three meters. The flames were rolling and burning the world, exuding a terrifying temperature.
Lin Lang's eyes flashed purple, firing a divine light, penetrating the fireball and directly smashing the fireball.
The sky suddenly fell into endless fire and rain, falling on many houses in Changwang's mansion, igniting bricks and tiles, Changwang's mansion instantly turned into a sea of ​​terror.
"distortion!"
"The sun!"
"collapse!"
The three landed beside Lin Lang at the same time.
The vision of heaven falling, the void is distorted, forming waves, if you accidentally step into the distorted space, you may be drawn into the outer space at any time.
A round of sun rolling not far away, emitting terrifying high temperatures, even when separated by hundreds of meters, Lin Lang was still very hot all over, and his skin turned red, as if blood had evaporated.
And even more terrible.
The ground began to collapse, and the bottom of the ground seemed to be hollowed out, and the soil layer continued to sink downward. At the same time, Lin Lang's body surface began to crack, without any symptoms, his chest suddenly collapsed into it.
Twisting, scorching sun, collapsing, this is the way of the three people to understand in the realm. Although the immortal immortal does not consolidate the Taoist species, he can use his own avenue to perform some simple attacks.
Lin Lang glanced at it, and the way of gravity in the territorial waters poured out, smoothing the distorted void. Lin Lang came to the round of the big day, throwing his hands directly, throwing it away for miles.
Xuedan also began to run quickly, and soon repaired the cracked skin.
These three people realized that the Fangwai Trail had only limited power to play, far less than the power of Three Thousand Avenues. For example, twisting is a very insignificant branch in the road of nothingness, and collapse is a branch in the road of silence.
In terms of power, it is far inferior to the 36 congenital avenues, and even the other 2,700 avenues are far less comparable.
The realm of Promise is different from other realms. There is a big difference in the strength of the monks. For example, there is a big difference in the combat power between those who understand the path and those who understand the avenue.
And the comprehension of the avenues and the innate avenues of the ancient avenues, and even the monks of the ancient avenues, are even more powerful.
All three are in front of the weak.
"Splinter Ground!"
When the immortal prince of Chang Wangfu drank, he held a sword with a hook, holding a layer of spiritual power on the back of the knife.
"Small tricks, but that's it."
Lin Lang sneered, his hands turned into a black hole, and the lightning flashed and thundered. Suddenly, a demon palm protruded out of the black hole.
The mighty devil swept through, and the devil's hand grabbed the hooked sword directly, squeezed it gently, and the sword broke into pieces. The power of the hand of the demon has not yet been exhausted, and the man is directly grasped in his hand and pinched fiercely!
boom!
An immortal immortal was directly pinched into a mist of blood.
"How could he be so strong!"
Chang Wang was shocked and full of horror. You should know that Lin Youye used the secret method to upgrade the cultivation to the Six-Striped Immortals two years ago. Now, it is estimated that only one year has passed to stabilize the realm and reach at most the Seven-Striped Immortals.
But he touched the Dharma!
The combat strength is far from extraordinary, and the latter is far better than others.
"Did he have condensed the Dao, or did he understand the most powerful Tao?" Many speculations appeared in Chang Wang's heart.
There is a big gap between immortal people and immortals, and a large part of the reason is the different levels of Taoism from the enlightenment. Therefore, this generation of Chang Wang can only be counted as the midstream among all the immortals in the world.
The really powerful ones are those who have realized the avenue.
Despite this idea, it is impossible for King Chang to step back. In this battle, he fought for the rise and fall of King Chang's house. Once defeated, I am afraid that the foundations of hundreds of years will be destroyed.
"My two are afraid of Lin Youye's opponent. Wang Ye still sends a message to Lao Changwang as soon as possible. If he can get back in time, all the problems can be solved."
Chang Wang nodded.
Few people know that in the first generation, Chang Wang was not dead, but joined Yunlang Palace and became the chief guest secretary of Yunlang Palace.
It is a pity that even though his message was passed on, it was sinking into the sea, and the old king was retreating and failed to receive the news in time.
Next is a deadly battle!
Chang Wang didn't wait for the old Chang Wang's reply, and his heart suddenly became half cold. He could only grit his teeth and fight to burn the essence of blood.
"Slayer!"
Evil bone sword out.
Lin Lang, holding a sword, was full of magic, like a peerless demon, and directly killed another immortal man in Chang Wangfu.
The superb whip in the hand of Chang Wang, with great force, also fell down, fleshing the skin drawn from Lin Lang's back, and smashing several bones.
However, Lin Lang had blood Dan in his body, and this injury was nothing. In an instant, the two were fighting again.
Because of the burning of essence, Chang Wang's side has achieved great improvement in a short period of time, even if he is facing Lin Lang one-on-one.
It's just time.
His practice soon fell.
"Seven steps to kill the sword!"
Lin Lang took seven steps in a row, each step rippling in the void, a ripple of spiritual power, swept quickly away.
When the seventh step falls.
The evil bone sword bloomed the power of the demon, cut off the long whip, and directly cut the king from head to foot, splitting it in half.
It's weird.
The corpse of Chang Wang who was cut in half can see the muscles connected to the skin and bones, and no blood was flowing out. All blood was swallowed by the evil bone sword in an instant.
Chang Wang is dead.
The three strongest men on the side of Chang Wangfu have fallen, Lin Lang carrying the evil bone sword.
Soon, Chang Wangfu's blood flowed into the river.
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