Chapter 1593: The beginning of the field, the fisherman profit

"Hong Meng Zi will not be so easy to refine!"
"He is a native of Zhou Tian, ​​you and I will join hands to kill this person first, and then Hong Meng Zi Qi each with his skills!"
When the big Luo Ling demon vines spoke, the fingers that had been cut off by Yang Junshan grew up again, and they became flexible again as his palm continued to open.
Yang Junshan looks a little dignified, but the forging is not the second most important. Although it can be reborn, but it can produce a finger quickly, at least Yang Junshan can not be destroyed in the second place. Can't do this speed.
Although the vine is a genus of grass and wood, the powerful vitality inherent in it is always easier than others to do this, but it is enough to show that this great Luo Ling demon in the forging technique is extremely brilliant, I am afraid the distance is not The third major threat is not far away.
In the heart of Yang Junshan's heart, the spirit demon vine seems to feel a sense, suddenly smiles toward him evil spirits, the body shape takes a step back, the whole person disappears in the void.
Yang Junshan remembered the attacking method of this enchanting monster. The foot was shrunk into the inch, and the person had already appeared in the place of dozens of feet. When he looked back, he saw a vine swept from where he was. Over.
Yang Junshan's dark brow wrinkled, and suddenly noticed a cold feeling on his side, and quickly rushed out of the sky.
Just listening to the sound of "砰", a long gun that was stabbed from the void without a word was broken.
However, before Yang Junshan breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the gun body of the long gun suddenly became soft. He turned a big bend around the broken sky, and the gun head was like a snake, and he stabbed the face of Yang Junshan.
At the critical moment, Yang Junshan’s other hand slammed directly on the gun.
The pike is still struggling, but where can I break free.
At this time, the head that looked like a gold and iron, but suddenly blooms like a flower, a cold light shot, went straight to the left eye of Yang Junshan.
"Oh, the insects are small, it’s hard to be elegant!"
Yang Junshan snorted, and Zhang mouth spit out a spur of the sacred fairy, smashing the cold light, flew from his eyes, and looked like a wooden thorn between the vague.
Just in the moment when Yang Junshan was shackled by the vine, the demon squad had already taken the opportunity to attack, and a magic fire ignited the void like the power of the original, burning at his feet.
The sacred fire of the palace cultivating the sacred sacred fire is not the slightest heat. Instead, it rises to the bitter chill in the moment of burning, as if it can freeze everything.
In the face of the surging magic flame, Yang Junshan was not afraid, but suddenly heard the sneer of the palace behind him.
The Xuan Yin magic fire is indeed the body of Yang Junshan, but the real fatality of this kind of flame is not only to hurt the body of the monk, but also to directly burn the monk of the monk!
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the brain, just like someone was holding a popsicle in his head and stirring it. Yang Junshan couldn’t help but feel a bit unstable.
At this moment, the magic flame that had risen behind Yang Junshan suddenly had a spark, and it was condensed into a trident in mid-air, and the opportunity was stabbed to his ribs.
However, Yang Junshan, who seemed to have been dizzy by the long-awaited blow of Gong Qian, suddenly bursts from the top of his head, and a Lei Lan blooms in the thunder. A purple electric light burst out and hit the trident when it was not allowed.
"what"
There was a cry from the palace behind the demon, just like a foot on the iron plate.
The trident was re-disintegrated under the thunder and made a piece of sparks scattered, but the beating fire was much more bleak than before.
The palace sacred demon statue reached out in the void, the original fire sea condensed into a trident and fell into the hands, his face could not help but the color of the road, obviously the body of this magic weapon has been in the purple lightning strike Under the damage.
When the palace sacred demon looked up, he saw that the purple electro-optical light had revealed the body at this time, but it was a spear with a thunder.
"Imperial!"
The palace dive demon whispered, and there was a hint of resentment and fear of the face.
In all fairness, the sacred demon sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred.
What's more, in addition to the sacred magical powers of the celestial celestial beings that were exhibited at the beginning, the thunder magical powers that Yang Junshan used to display are actually a sacred magical power.
Although the Mozu has been weak and undulating for thousands of years, it is still alive, and it is still a large number of large-scale forces in the starry sky. Naturally, it is rare to find the magical powers of the world, and the difficulty of cultivation.
Even if it is such a sacred sacred sect, it is supported by the whole Mozu, and there is support for the combination of the black scorpion and the demon. The top three flowers are condensed with two flowers. Only then became a "Xuanyin cold flame".
In front of this indigenous, but in the early days of Da Luo, he actually had two sacred magical powers, which made it possible for the sacred demon sorrow that had been on the Da Luo Wonderland for five hundred years.
So when the Gong Qian Qian Zun realized that one of the three flowers condensed on the top of Yang Junshan was actually the most difficult "flower of the sky", his thoughts seemed to be smashed in an instant. The magic must be shaken!
"Miyaji, what the is your mother!"
The big Luo Ling demon vines rushed to the smashing screams and screamed, awakened a cold sweat of the palace dive demon.
This kind of confrontation between the strong stars and stars, the movement of the stars and the broken mountains and the reclamation, often can determine the outcome.
At the moment when the palace was submerged, the vines that had just been responsible for the containment of Yang Junshan had already fallen into the mold.
The wooden gun that had been stabbed to Yang Junshan was broken by his hand, and the wooden vine wrapped around his waist was also pulled off. When the vine was detained by Yang Junshan from the void, his hands were The fingers have been cut off again.
"This person is very powerful, and there are two pieces of fairy in hand. You and I press him in the realm!"
At this time, Gong Qian Mo Zun has already had an intuitive understanding of the strength of Yang Junshan. In the end, it is an old man, and soon he found a way to counter him. That is to repair it!
Yang Junshan's strength is only one person, and the "Heavenly Flower" is rare and rare.
On the top of the palace, the "Human Flower" and the "Flower of the Earth" echoed each other, and built a magical field full of Xuan Yin's cold flame, and once again invaded Yang Junshan.
At that time, the spirit demon vines also showed two of the top three flowers, a piece of Lin Haihe's pressure spread over, and the sacred sacred demon's demon domain in tandem to Yang Junshan.
Yang Junshan has not yet succeeded in building his own field. Naturally, he is not willing to take a short blow, break the Scorpio and the Thunder's spear, and try to push the two back. Unexpectedly, the two men’s reactions to Yang Junshan were also expected. The two men’s means were no longer reserved. They each competed with Yang Junshan in the hands of the most powerful gods.
There is no such thing as a confrontation in this field. It is completely a confrontation between each other. The field of the two people is step by step and oppressed. In desperation, Yang Junshan has to rush to turn the "flower of the sky" into a hurry. Resist in a rolling sea of ​​thunder.
"Hah, it’s too late to think about building the field at this time?"
It’s too bad for Ling Yao’s vine to be suppressed by Yang Junshan. At this time, it’s finally slowed down. Seeing that Yang Junshan actually tried to build his own field in this situation, he could not help but sneer.
"Break it, let him know that the real field is that the great Luojing monks are tempered!"
The Xuan Yin demon domain of Gong Qian Mo Zun cut into the Thunder Sea in one fell swoop. Although the Xuan Yin Cold Flame was restrained by the Thunder's original source, it was never affected by the Thunder Sea under the erosion of the Magic Flame field.
Under the double suppression of the existence of the two great Luojing, Yang Junshan's Lei Hai has become smaller and smaller, and has gradually been completely surrounded.
"Hand over Hong Meng Zi, I am not going to take your life!"
The palace sacred demon eyes have already taken over the overwhelming advantage, and suddenly restored the previous high-pitched tone.
In response to the palace's demon, only Yang Junshan's cold voice.
Under the combined suppression of the two great Luojing mid-term supernaturals, although Yang Junshan resisted extremely difficult, he was able to perceive that it was under the full suppression of the two that the Leihai, which had been concentrated to the extreme, was A subtle qualitative change has taken place.
Within the narrow scope covered by this Thunder Sea, Yang Junshan can clearly perceive the existence of each trace of lightning and its trajectory, and he even feels that he can always be in this Thunder Sea range. Everything interferes, but the way may be just a thought.
This feeling of being able to control everything is really amazing. Is this the power of the field?
Yang Junshan knows that this kind of qualitative change is caused by the suppression of the two aliens of the two kinds of Daluo and Gong Qian. Once this external pressure disappears, this wonderful qualitative change may disappear immediately. In the future, Yang Junshan can certainly Building the field will inevitably take more time and effort.
Because of this, even if Yang Junshan seems to have completely fallen into the wind at this time, but there is no fluster, but more serious to resist, he has already felt that the suppression of these two people has reached this time. limit.
"No, his field is taking shape!"
The vine suddenly shouted loudly: "Come on, don't give him a chance to breathe, and beat him by pressure!"
At this time, the change occurred again. A monk who was wearing a white lotus suddenly appeared in the trio. When the three people were deadlocked, the sticks flew out and easily broke through the barriers of the layers. Hit the back of Yang Junshan.
"puff!"
Yang Junshan was a huge earthquake, but this shot did not seem to cause any harm to his body. Instead, the Yuanshen trembled as if something had been stripped away.
A purple light flashed in front of his eyes, and Hong Mengzi was shocked from his body. At this time, the monk was holding a golden gong, and he was shining toward the purple air. Hong Mengzi suddenly flew to the golden gong. in.
It’s too late!
(End of this chapter)