Chapter 792

With the help of lingmingguo, ye Xuan reached the realm of Xiaocheng. He broke through the middle period of Yuanying and pushed the cultivation of immortals all the way to the peak of the later period of Yuanying, only half a step away from the realm of transforming gods. Then ye Xuan is afraid that the time will be delayed too long, and the people of the dragon family will have an accident. So ye Xuan comes out of the gate.

"At this time, I'm only a small chance away from transforming God. As long as I need to transform God, I can step into it at any time."

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking deeply in his heart.

Ye Xuan carefully felt the huge real yuan in his body, which was several times more powerful than the cultivation of immortals in the middle period of Yuan infant, almost ten times more than that in the early period of Yuan infant. Moreover, ye Xuan's strength is boiling and surging now. He wants to break through this barrier at any time and step into a different realm. He is just oppressed by Ye Xuan.

When ye Xuan came back from his rebirth this time, every realm of cultivating immortality was striving to be the most perfect. Ye Xuan can feel that there is still a small opportunity. When that small opportunity comes, ye Xuan can naturally step into the spirit. Moreover, the immortality of the spirit of heaven has reached a small level. There are few things on earth that can threaten Ye Xuan. Basically, only nuclear weapons are left.

"If the former palitzer still shows up in front of me, I can blow palitzer's soul out with just one blow."

The leaf Xuan face now disdains of sneer, casually lightly of a fist dozen.

"Boom!"

In the void suddenly burst, an invisible sky blue air fist strength, swish directly shot out, over a hundred meters distance. Hit the wall of the thick snow mountain. Then the snow mountain began to vibrate violently, and was hit by Ye Xuan's fist force directly, with a radius of several meters and a depth of more than one meter. The thick layer of snow on the snowy mountain was shaken off from the snowy mountain. Countless snowflakes, like ten thousand horses, formed a small avalanche in the wolf valley.

The power of Ye Xuan's fist can shake the mountain!

Ye xuangen didn't use his own real yuan, just relying on his own physical strength.

Once the immortality of the heavenly spirit reaches a small success, it can almost be compared with the great success of beautifying the Shinto. Many monks who had just entered the realm of God were just Ye Xuan's current strength. It doesn't rely on any other magic skills and magic weapons in the body. Those who cultivate immortals are not necessarily Ye Xuan's opponents because they only rely on their own flesh. Nowadays, the conventional scientific and technological weapons on earth basically have no fatal threat to Ye Xuan. Even Supersonic Missiles may not be able to damage Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan, an ordinary immortal cultivator in Yuanying's realm, can even tear it with his bare hands, not to mention those who are just beginning to build a foundation on earth.

"Now, it's time for my Yuanying to take revenge on them."

Ye Xuan took back his fist, turned his head and looked at the distant gray sky.

That's the direction of the supersonic missile, the location of Liangguo's northern military region.

"Boom!"

At the time of the avalanche in the wolf Valley, not far from the wolf Valley, there was a group of people walking in the snow of sirormu. They are polar travelers who have come to explore the selolmu ice sheet.

One of them, a blonde woman who completely wrapped her body in a thick snow suit, suddenly opened a pair of good-looking big eyes and looked suspiciously in the direction of wolf valley.

"Old busson, what happened in the valley?"

Asked the blonde in Liangguo's language.

Although the whole body of the woman is wrapped in very thick winter clothes, through the fluffy hat, you can see the beautiful face of the blonde woman. What's more, the face of the blonde is different from that of the general western women. The outline of the blonde looks softer, which is in line with the Asian aesthetic.

"Nitia, that valley looks like an ordinary avalanche. We'd better hurry and find a shelter around. It's estimated that the snow storm will come soon. " At the beginning of the procession, a wrinkled old man answered in a hoarse voice.

The old man was the leader of the adventure brigade in sirolmu. His name was BUSEN.

"OK, but I always feel like... It's like I saw a man flying in the air above the avalanche valley." The blonde nitia mumbled, but nitia saw that the people around her were exhausted. No one wanted to talk to nitia, so nitia had to keep on walking.

But the doubt was always in nitia's heart.

Soon, nitia and BUSEN found a cave.

Inside the cave, it used to be the place where bears were sleeping. Now, the bear has disappeared and is occupied by netia, a group of tourists. They skillfully raised a fire in the cave, set up a windproof tent, took off their heavy snow clothes, and surrounded the fire one by one. While warming up, they took out their own food and cooked food with the snow water on the ground.

"Old BUSEN, you once assured us that there is a rare ancient town on the ice field of sirolmu, where a group of magical and real werewolves live. However, as we have seen before, that ancient town is just an empty town. Let alone a real werewolf, it doesn't even have a wolf hair. Now our car has broken down. Are you going to let us walk out of the wasteland of sirol wood on our feet? "

A man began to complain to old busson.

Others in the team also looked at old busson with questioning and distrust.

The reason why this group of people came all the way to the selormu ice field is that they rushed to the ancient town of snow wolf in the legend of Liangguo. It's a pity that although the town that BUSEN said was found, there was no one in the town. The whole empty town was completely covered by snow. It seems that the town has been deserted for a long time.

"Well, I'm not sure now. When I came to this town to do business the year before last, those legendary werewolves were still there. It is estimated that the werewolves have moved away from the town for fear of being disturbed. " Old busson's brows wrinkled, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more.