Chapter 928: Hang Daxian

"Are you going to break your oath? Are you not afraid of thunder and thunder?" Liu Lang was shocked and his body couldn't help shaking.
"The sky beats five thunder and thunder?" Bu Zhenhuan laughed. "Only a mortal like you can believe that kind of nonsense. Cultivation is to act against the sky. If the sky destroys me, I will destroy the sky. What's the big deal? ."
"If the sky destroys me, I will destroy the sky... with boldness." Liu Lang nodded and sighed.
"You have some cleverness. If you live, you may be able to achieve something. Unfortunately, you know too much, so you are destined not to stay in this world!" Bu Zhenhuan smiled coldly, and suddenly shot at Liu Lang. He will never again. Give Liu Lang the opportunity to use Tianluodi.com.
After the shot, Bu Zhenhuan frowned slightly, because he felt that the power of his shot was less than he had imagined, and he didn't know if it was because of the injury.
However, no matter how young, with his great immortal cultivation base, it is easy to kill a mortal. Before, the reason why he fell into Liu Lang's hands was completely careless.
And Liu Lang resorted to magic power.
If it were such a frontal fight, he could definitely crush a mortal into dregs.
"The strength and speed are good." Seeing Bu Zhenhuan's fist came in front of him, Liu Lang didn't panic, and when he stretched out his hand, he clenched Bu Zhenhuan's fist very easily.
"How is it possible!" Bu Zhenhuan was shocked, let alone a mortal, even a great immortal, it is impossible to easily block his full blow, unless Liu Lang is a golden immortal!
"Nothing is impossible in this world!" Liu Lang chuckled, his arm trembled, and Bu Zhenhuan was thrown tens of meters away and hit a huge boulder heavily.
The boulder instantly shattered into countless pieces.
Bu Zhenhuan struggled to stand up, his brain short-circuited for a while, and everything that happened before his eyes completely exceeded his cognition. He could clearly feel that Liu Lang was definitely not a golden immortal who was hiding his cultivation.
Regarding the technique of concealing the sky and crossing the ocean, Bu Zhenhuan did not believe that there was someone in the Three Realms who could surpass him.
"Success? If you don't accept it, you can continue!" Liu Lang felt more comfortable in his heart when he slammed the Wonderland powerhouse for the first time, and he hooked his fingers towards Bu Zhenhuan.
"Continue, continue!" Bu Zhenhuan can continue to win homes, linger for 500,000 years, and his determination is not what ordinary people can imagine. At this time, he would naturally not admit defeat, stomped and rushed to Liu Lang again.
"Boom..."
As soon as he arrived in front of Liu Lang, before he could make a move, Liu Lang raised his foot and kicked Bu Zhenhuan away directly.
Then, Liu Lang disappeared into place like a ghost, and the next moment, where Bu Zhenhuan had landed, he raised his leg and kicked again.
In the next few minutes, Bu Zhenhuan didn't even have a chance to land and completely turned into a ball.
After kicking it for a while, Liu Lang felt that it was almost the same. He kicked it to death. Then he stopped. Bu Zhenhuan fell to the ground with his face upside down, blood on his face.
If one word is used to describe the current state of Bu Zhenhuan, it is that he has nothing to love.
In the past, when Bu Zhenhuan was about to die, he would have the idea of ​​seizing the house and put it into practice, but now, he has an impulse to "just die like this".
"I think I can have a good talk now." Liu Lang sat back, and a square bluestone flew under Liu Lang's automatically, acting as a stool.
Within the Wutian Sacred Stele, Liu Lang is the real master.
The reason why I was able to hang Bu Zhenhuan was because Liu Lang pulled Bu Zhenhuan into the Heavenless Sacred Stele, which was actually just playing with him.
If Liu Lang wanted to, he could kill Bu Zhenhuan with a single thought, and it didn't take much effort.
The purpose of this is nothing more than destroying Bu Zhenhuan's psychological defense, because Liu Lang still has many questions in his mind, waiting for Bu Zhenhuan to answer.
Bu Zhenhuan strongly supported the ground, sat up, and took a deep look at Liu Lang. Bu Zhenhuan gritted his teeth, raised his palm, and patted his head suddenly.
Liu Lang frowned, and Bu Zhenhuan waved half of his palm to freeze the frame immediately. No matter how hard Bu Zhenhuan worked, he couldn't move a bit.
"Here, you must get my consent if you want to commit suicide!" Liu Lang snorted coldly.
"How did you do it?" Bu Zhenhuan was shocked again. Liu Lang didn't make any movements, as if relying on his mind to control his actions, this was beyond his cognition.
"Do you know the sacred artifact?" Liu Lang asked lightly.
"Are you the Lord of the Sacred Artifacts? This is the inner space of the Sacred Artifacts?" Bu Zhenhuan was taken aback for a moment before asking incredulously.
"You know a lot!" This time it was Liu Lang's turn to be surprised, and he became more curious about Bu Zhenhuan's past.
"In the Three Realms, there really is a sacred tool, and I recognize a mortal as the master!" Bu Zhenhuan's eyes were complicated, Liu Lang, what he had pursued in his life was actually at his feet.
"Holy artifacts recognize the Lord, not the cultivation base, but the destiny!" Liu Lang said with his shoulders.
"Fate?" Bu Zhenhuan muttered to himself, lowering his head. After a long time, he raised his head and asked: "What do you want to know?"
"In your past, there is also that burning man..." Liu Lang replied very simply.
"I can tell you, but there is one condition." Bu Zhenhuan said.
"What are the conditions?" Liu Lang asked.
"Take me to look around. I want to see what the inside of the sacred artifact is like." Bu Zhenhuan said.
"Yes." Liu Lang did not refuse. Bu Zhenhuan had entered the Sacred Stele of Heavenless Heaven, and could no longer make any waves. Liu Lang was not afraid of Bu Zhenhuan's tricks.
Pulling Bu Zhenhuan, Liu Lang's thoughts moved Bu Zhenhuan into the blood world. The place where they were just now was the Xingyue Secret Realm.
In fact, if you really count it, the Bloodline World is the most primitive internal space of the Heavenless Sacred Stele.
In a great war that year, the Sacred Stele of Wutian was shattered, and the continent that was originally a whole was also broken into the Three Realms and many other small worlds.
The Xingyue Secret Realm is one of the small worlds. In the process of repairing the Wutian Sacred Stele, the Xingyue Secret Realm was integrated into the Wutian Sacred Stele. The significance of its existence is to find a new owner for the Wutian Sacred Stele.
Therefore, the world rules of the Star-Moon Secret Realm are the same as those of the Three Realm Continents, while the Bloodline World has a completely different set of power rules.
Liu Lang could refine his body and refine his energy in the Xingyue Secret Realm, but he couldn't do these things in the bloodline world.
The next moment, Liu Lang and Bu Zhenhuan appeared on the mountain range that divided the bloodline world into two. Looking at the countless races on the plain below the mountain range, Bu Zhenhuan stood blankly for nearly half an hour.
Liu Lang didn't bother and waited aside.
In the end, Bu Zhenhuan sighed and said: "It turns out that I have always been wrong. The sacred tool is not to refine a world, but to create a world."