Chapter 791

Yan Hong looked at Yan Shan. For a moment, he was rare and hesitated, but looking at Yan Shan's side face, he unconsciously stepped back and turned away. Yan Shan has supported the prestige of the domineering villa for thousands of years. Even now, Yan Hong sees the extraordinary of the South Gate maple, but he is unwilling to deny Yan Shan's authority. In a word, he can't break the order.

Yan Hong took a few steps, but then he walked away quickly. About a hundred feet away, he didn't look back, but there was a sudden loud noise behind him.

"Three magic statues?! father's self?!"

A huge white elephant suddenly appeared in front of the hall and even knocked down a corner of the hall.

The white elephant is more than a hundred feet long. It has three heads and four feet. A huge long nose is decorated with a gold ring. The three heads are green, red and blue, showing the origin of the three spirits. They are the three spirits of wood, fire and water. The white elephant is covered with brocade and gold and silver, but it is full of treasure.

In front of the three magic images, a green awn wrapped a figure, dressed in green red wood armor. There was a faint dragon Qi floating between the dark patterns, but there was no momentum. It just stood in front of the three magic images.

"The spirit is like three yuan, starting from the East, North and south, disease!"

The three magic statues made by Yan Shan still chant the mantra in a low voice. With the three magic statues chanting the mantra, the wind and clouds suddenly surged in front of the hall. It was as if there were three colors in a day, each with wind, snow, flames and endless black vines.

Although Yan Hong was standing hundreds of feet away, looking at the momentum, he couldn't help retreating hundreds of feet for a moment. Although Yan Shan turned into his true face. Although Yan Shan was surprised, he was not worried.

Yan Shan is the famous person of Badao villa, and Yan Shan, as a great demon in southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, is also countable in southern Xinjiang. Yan Shan is not good at boxing, but he can call the wind and rain by virtue of the magic inherited by his blood. He can still be used in this place where there is little aura in the broken boundary in southern Xinjiang, which is also the foundation of Yan Shan's fame.

In fact, although Yan Shan's heart is violent and unprovoked, he is extremely cautious. Even if he has a gifted blood inheritance, he still stays in the broken boundary of Southern Xinjiang, because even the most powerful friars are unable to display it, and the most powerful demon clan can't ignore the power of this world's magic.

Although the momentum of arousing the three spirits was appalling, it was not a killing move for Yan Shan. Although it turns out to be true, Yan Shan is still careful to test Nanmen maple. First, he expects Nanmen maple to show the power of Jianmu seed, and there is no lack of heart.

Yan Shan thinks about what he does, but he ignores one thing, that is, he doesn't know the seed of Jianmu and Nanmen maple. In Yan Shan's eyes, Nanmen maple is just a human friar. Even if it is the seed of Jianmu, it can't help itself. But at the moment, Nanmen maple is not just a minor repair.

At the beginning, when Nanmen Maple took the initiative to evoke the green awn on Jianmu's seed, because it was unable to help, it could only use dangerous moves. But at the moment, Nanmen maple is also very regretful. There is no way to control the green mans entering the body. Between the endless green Mans, Nanmen maple is bleeding faintly in his eyes, his heart and lungs are like drums, and is about to explode and die.

“…………”

In the boundless vision, the maple in the South Gate suddenly rushed to the three magic elephants transformed by Yan Shan.

“！！！”

Among the green awns, the countless flames and frost seem to be nothing. Even Yan Shan's face moved slightly at the moment. The three magic elephants raised their trunk, and there were no superfluous movements. In the countless frost and flames, countless warriors suddenly rushed out.

Nanmen Maple's face is already red, and the green awn in his body has nowhere to be accommodated. At the right time, the countless frost and flame armor rushed to his body, with his feet as fish tail and his hands as push hands. Nanmen Maple's eyes are red and he doesn't want to look carefully. He closes his eyes slightly, but he makes a random move.

Green mans can avoid water and fire. In an instant, the maple in the South Gate pushes his hands and hooks, but his fists and palms fly freely between the countless frost and flame warriors. Shengsheng regards these countless warriors as nothing, and there are countless residual flames and ice flying and dancing. He can't resist them at all.

This ice fire hidden soldier is Yan Shan's move to become famous, but it seems that he can't help Nanmen Maple at the moment.

Yan Shan's three magic elephants just looked at the hand of Nanmen maple, but they were slightly surprised. Qing mang avoided water and fire, which was very clear to Yan Shan, a demon family who inherited blood magic.

Yan Shan's three magic elephants made a long participation, but the sky was a little dim.

Nanmen Feng still didn't open his eyes. He just scattered a flame in front of him, but he made a gesture with both hands and faced the three magic elephants transformed by Yan Shan. He didn't move at his feet. He just waited for Yan Shan to move.

Between the three magic elephants made by Yan Shan and Hu Shen, the maple three spirits surrounded the south gate, but their momentum suddenly rose, and then they grew into the sea on the flat ground, suddenly producing countless rootless trees, passive water and rootless fire. The three spirits suddenly appeared, but they were all the origin.

Without any form, they are pure three spirits.

Among the three magic elephants, the three elephant heads also make Baoguang for several Zhang respectively. There is no aura in this broken world. Even if Yan Shan has such amazing ability, it is not rootless and passive. They are all inherited talents and instincts from his own blood and consume his own strength.

Since Yan Shan saw the green awn on Nanmen maple to avoid water and fire, he didn't want to use magic. He just fought with the purest aura.

The huge waves turned into three spirits rushed to the maple in the south gate first, and then suddenly there were countless ice. In the middle of the air, the maple in the south gate closed his eyes slightly, but he didn't look carefully. He just pushed his hands to block the leading ice, but he didn't dare to hold it up, and his steps retreated quickly.

But the flames behind him came in a flash.

When the flame was coming, the maple in the South Gate suddenly stepped away and pushed his hands, but he suddenly separated the water and fire on both sides by the green awn on his hands. However, the water and fire were surging. Although the maple in the South Gate pushed away in front of him, he was suddenly cold behind him, and the frost was freezing at his feet.

Nanmen Maple frowned slightly, stepped falsely under his feet and was about to dodge. Countless vines twined around Nanmen Maple's feet in an instant. In an instant, it was too late to think.

Between the water and fire surges, countless vines pulled Nanmen maple, but directly dragged him under the endless waves.

The three magic elephants made by Yan Shan made a long participation, but the three spirits were more prosperous together. Then the three magic elephants also slowly dropped their long noses, and vaguely felt that Nanmen Maple should have fallen. The power of these three spirits has not necessarily been able to retreat safely in southern Xinjiang for thousands of years. Since the vines transformed by the wood spirit entangled the Nanmen maple, in this surge, the water spirit grew wood, which contributed to the momentum of the wood spirit, but it is also hundreds of times stronger.

The three spirits live and conquer each other and form a school of their own. Many of the mysteries have not been exhausted even for thousands of years. At the moment, Yan Shan is relieved to see Nanmen Maple fall into this surge. Although Yan Shan is cautious, he is also relieved at the moment.

The visions in the sky are endless, but there is no trace of Nanmen maple. Yan Shan's three magic statues slowed down and were about to turn into human form. Yan Shan's heart was suddenly tight.

"What is this?! is he still alive?!"

In the endless surge, Nanmen maple is wrapped by countless vines, but it can't move, but the green awn on the green red wood armor is much more prosperous.

The seed of Jianmu is the origin of the wood spirit. At the moment, the vines guided by Yan Shan are wrapped around Nanmen maple, but they invisibly hook the green awn on Nanmen maple. However, these three spirit spells are added. Nanmen maple is suffering from flooding and fire even in the blessing of green red wood armor. Although the green awn on his body is more than enough, But he also instinctively absorbed the aura on the vine and fought against the endless water and fire.

The green awn was prosperous, and the maple in the south gate was not aware of it. Yan Shan's face suddenly changed. The three magic elephants suddenly raised their feet and stepped on them, but Sheng Sheng stepped on the square in front of the hall.

It's just that the water, fire and prestige are endless, and even vaguely uncontrolled. The three magic elephants made by Yan Shan finally changed color at the moment. Seeing that the three spiritual spells were out of control, they were about to turn around and escape. However, countless vines burst out in the sea of fire in front of the hall, but they just entangled the three magic elephants.

"No!!!"

The vines entangled the body, but Yan Shan's three magic elephants suddenly howled. The vines tightened in an instant, even into the flesh of the three magic elephants. When the blood color suddenly rose, countless auras rushed into Nanmen Maple's body in an instant.

Nanmen Maple was not relaxed at the moment. The green awn of the tree could not be accommodated. In addition, Yan Shan's aura suddenly made Nanmen Maple unable to suppress his blood pressure in his throat and spit it out directly. Then it seemed as if he was discouraged. His body suddenly tightened, but the originally repressed green awn suddenly burst up. In an instant, Nanmen Maple was covered with blood and bleeding in his seven orifices.

……

Yan Shan's three magic elephants were not finished with a wail, but their bodies were wrapped with vines, and the Nanmen maple in the distance was stained with blood like Yan Shan, close to the edge of explosion and death. In the twinkling of an eye, they were standing on the edge of the cliff.

Whoever dies first will be freed

In the blood, Yan Shan's three magic elephants inadvertently saw Yan Hong stunned in the distance. At present, they called weakly, "Hong Er, kill him!"

Until this weak order, Yan Hong in the distance finally reacted. His father lost?!

Although Yan Shan's mind was changeable due to his poor cultivation for a hundred years, Yan Hong was Yan Shan's son after all. At the moment, he suddenly looked cold and rushed to the South Gate maple.

"Free?"

At the moment when the green awn of Jianmu seed turned and swallowed Yan Mountain, the three spirit spells in front of Nanmen Maple also slowly dispersed. Although Nanmen Maple didn't see Yan Hong, he vaguely heard Yan Shan's cry. I don't know why he was also a pine in his heart. After all, the current situation is really difficult for Nanmen maple.

Yan Hong's steps were like the wind and rushed straight to the South Gate maple. His face was solemn, but his body was stagnant at the next moment. Yan Hong seems to know later. He touches his neck, but he doesn't look back.

"Is that you?"

Behind Yan Hong, Wuque slowly showed his body shape. A blood bead was drawn on the single edge sword in his hand. It was Yan Hong's blood.

Although Huameng left, even Yan Shan didn't find that wuduan was still in the domineering villa, but he didn't expect that the servant who had been following Huameng broke Yan Shan's hope at the last moment.

One blow will kill.

Yan Hong fell powerlessly and stood in the field, but there was no action for a moment.