Chapter 1997

The attack power of the hundred Mountain King fist is wave after wave. The rules of the mountain are thick, majestic and continuous. Countless earthy yellow energies are pulled out of the void, turning into mountain like dragons and roaring up to the sky.

The whole small world seemed unable to withstand the attack of Baishan King fist, and there were subtle black cracks.

Space storm hit.

The array in the ancestral hall was unable to support and began to show signs of collapse. Old Mu frowned, waved his big hand, shrouded in the blue light, strengthened the array of the ancestral hall, and sighed: "I'm afraid the mountain Lord's attack has touched the later state of the heavenly king. Baishan King boxing is worthy of his unique skill and powerful attack power

, and it continues. Generally, experts at the same level can catch a wave of attacks, but they can't withstand 100 heavy attacks continuously. "

Heavenly king, there are understanding the rules of the universe, there are also self created rules of the universe.

The power of understanding rules can make the king of heaven, but the combat power is a grade different from the king of heaven who created his own rules.

In ten thousand dimensions. There are many heavenly kings who can understand the rules, accounting for more than 90%, but few who create their own rules. Each heavenly king who creates his own rules will have unlimited achievements in the future. Compared with the wujialing election, the mountain master has a strong natural talent, such as

Now the self created rules have entered the middle of the heavenly king, and its strength belongs to the top in the small world. It is not bad in the cloud world.

Qinghe, the early perfect heavenly king, is not at the same level as the mountain Lord.

Wu Yue's face was ugly and showed an unbearable color. In fact, she doesn't want to see Yang Ping fall into the ancestral hall of the ethnic group, but it involves the safety of the ethnic group. As the mountain Lord said, finding a way to the world of mortals is likely to make a qualitative leap for the ethnic group. In the cloud, ethnic life is too difficult,

If we don't have enough resources and are constantly suppressed by Changsheng mountain, it will be destroyed sooner or later.

But when I went to the world of mortals, the results were completely different.

There are not many heavenly kings in the world of mortals. Even if there are, they can be suppressed with the strength of the ethnic group. At that time, if we find the ancestral land of wujialing and find a way to achieve greatness, we will be able to reach the peak.

Wu Yue even believed that the leaders of Wu Jialing would surely leave a way for promotion in ancestral land.

The law against the sky!

Wu Yue wants to see it very much. "Wujialing will never come back. This world does not allow them to exist. How many times they have gone against the sky, they have failed every time. They can exist in the endless void unharmed, and in the ten thousand dimensions, just like us,

The people who follow in their footsteps are abandoned again and again. Isn't it chilling? "The mountain Lord showed his hundred Mountain King fist and walked to Yang Ping step by step. He said coldly," Yang Ping, tell us to go to the passage of the world of mortals. You can continue to stir in the cloud world, but we can rest in the world of mortals and wait for Wu Jialing to return

, our strength has improved. Isn't that the best of both worlds? "

The sample's face was expressionless. Seeing a terrible impact coming, he couldn't help laughing at the mountain master's hypocritical words.

Selfishness is selfishness, but it is so high sounding. With the strength of this ethnic group, there are several heavenly kings, and there are many great masters like Mu Lao. If they come to the world of mortals, it will be a disaster for the world of mortals. Don't look at Li zhishou on Taohua Island, the owner of Cihang Jingzhai, and even old antiques in many secret places,

But they are definitely not Mu's opponents.

Yang Ping must not leak the passage to the world of mortals, otherwise disaster will come.

relatives.

friend.

Those people must be the first prisoners of this group in order to force him to obey.

"Say it!"

The hundred Mountain King fist has been formed. Under the pressure of destructive attack, Yang Ping's body is shaky. Like a boat in the surging waves on the sea, it may overturn at any time, but his eyes are still firm, and even his eyes are full of cold.

"Thousand waves!"

The rules of the mountain finally showed a strong destructive power. The array of the ancestral temple couldn't hold on. Cracks appeared one by one, and the outside world was faintly visible.

Huge trees towering.

The beast roared.

Yang Ping was heavy and floating, breathing deeply in the thousands of waves, with a golden awn flashing in his pupils.

At the moment when the rules of the mountain came.

His face was calm and cold. Looking at the mountain master who was ferocious because of excitement, he whispered, "heavy pupil, open the sky!"

Boom!

Yang Ping finally began to fight back. When the mountain Lord attacked the hardest, he showed his talent and magic power.

Heavy pupil.

Open up!

This is the means of creation, with comparable power.

Compared with the general mountain in the world of mortals, his natural powers have evolved again.

This time, it is no longer a groundbreaking and large-scale attack, but accurate to an area or even a point.

His mastery of gifted powers has reached the extreme.

The power of creation pours into the eyes, and the power of opening the sky diffuses around.

The mountain rule is really strong.

But it's also the rule.

Above the rules is the power of creation.

The power of creation, no matter how weak, is not something that the rules can resist.

Click!

The rules of the mountain cover the ancestral hall and drown the void.

Yang Ping's body disappeared.

Old Mu frowned. If he didn't feel a little breath of Yang Ping, he really thought he was dead. He couldn't help complaining that the mountain Lord's attack was too fierce. If someone died, how could he ask for the passage to the world of mortals.

Good thing.

Yang Ping is still alive.

As long as the soul is still there and the body is destroyed, you can still ask what you want.

The attack dissipated.

The mountain Lord stood in the hall, like a mountain, staring at the center of the attack and hummed, "why bother? You tell me honestly, you won't destroy the body, just leave a little soul."

Zizi.

In the ancestral hall, the power of the rules of the mountain is still flowing.

Other elders had already avoided it, and many were embarrassed and stunned. They know that the mountain master is very strong, but they can't imagine that it's so terrible. If the hundred Mountain King fist attacked them just now, it's basically over.

Their awe of the mountain LORD reached the extreme.

original.

The mountain master is so powerful.

Wu Yue's face was ugly and looked anxiously at the center. At the same time, she wondered. According to the strength shown by Yang Ping, she shouldn't even destroy her flesh.

You know.

Yang Ping is a strong man who can provide unlimited creative power.

At that time, he opposed the yin-yang palm sect.

Wu Yue felt very clearly.

Mu Lao said with a smile, "it's OK."

The mountain Lord nodded and sighed, "I'm lucky not to disgrace my life."

"You see, the descendant of wujialing?" the mountain master shook his head and said with a smile, "but in the face of absolute strength, what's the use of talent? When I get to Jue Dian, I will certainly bring the ethnic group to the peak!"

"Mountain master!"

"Mountain master!"

"Mu Lao!"

“……”

The elders roared loudly, as if they saw the picture of the rise of ethnic groups and were extremely excited.

"That's it?"

When everyone was excited, a cold voice came to mind in the hall.

The ancestral hall was suddenly silent.

The crowd stared and looked at the center of the hundred Mountain King fist attack.

I can't see through.

Wu Yue's face changed dramatically, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

The mountain Lord narrowed his eyes and his face changed.

Mu Lao's face was expressionless, his fingers were printing and brewing the next attack, but he understood in his heart that although the mountain Lord's attack was powerful, it was not enough to kill Yang Ping.

That's right.

Who is Yang Ping?

He is the descendant of wujialing.

The hope of an immortal place.

Pop!

The smoke dispersed. A figure came out in the shocked eyes of the people, lightly patted the dust on his body, came to the stunned mountain Lord, pointed to his chest and whispered: "is that your attack? It's a little disappointing to me.

”

"Heavy pupil, open the sky!"

A breath of destroying heaven and earth burst out of his fingers and shot at the mountain Lord's chest.

instant.

The ancestral hall array collapsed.

Column crushing. Between heaven and earth, there is a big shock!