v17 Chapter 863： story

"Can't you accept it?"

"The pressure track is sacred and open!"

Zi Feng sneered and confessed, another texture was restored in his body, the gray halo opened up and turned into a turban.

"Manufacturing, this is the sacred pattern of Zifeng's pressure trajectory, step back!"

The holy powers near the tail plane were all frightened, and they flinched in a cold sweat behind them.

Zifeng today is different from the Taoist sacred model long ago. Even the character of the first-generation sons will be affected, let alone them.

However, there are still ancient saints affected, and their breath is weak. Many people fall directly into a big field.

At the same time, in the eyes of the public, the body was trembling, as if an invisible handcuff was being added, the breathing was weakened, the realm almost collapsed, and even the seeds of Skyfire were also affected.

This state only lasted for a long time, and the cockroaches would still recover as usual, but their hair was flying, like a crazy roar: "Why?"

He has reached this height and has been affected by the two sacred lines, which is a huge blow to him.

"With these seven hundred years, you can improve, can I do with Zifeng?"

"Very holy, let me open!"

Zifeng's face showed a hint of sarcasm, and with a low sigh, the third sacred pattern also lit up.

In the past few hundred years, there have been more and more people in the early days, which made him feel like a knife and a madman. As time progressed, his early Taoist body finally made a major breakthrough.

Oh la la!

The revival of sacred mode far exceeds the horror of the year. It breaks through everything, and any road is unstoppable. It seems to have passed through heaven, so traces of saints from the early nine dynasties appeared directly.

Peace is different.

Because there are traces of terror that are more terrifying than the ancient patriarchs, they are penetrated by the sacred thread and turned into altars. Qi Qi made a mysterious sacrifice in the ceremony, and the ancient curse echoed in the world of soul and Zen. It formed a powerful thrust and promoted the rise of Zifeng.

rumble!

The Ziwei Bible is a Zifeng that inspires the world. It has won the rewards between heaven and earth, and its offensive power is extremely terrifying. For killing, the power is no worse than the rising dragon.

He displayed it based on these heights, and also illuminated the universe for the world, heaven, and the body's brilliance, and painted the immortal glory.

Although he frantically urged the seeds of skyfire, he was disturbed by the two sacred routes. It is difficult to show the highest power, Zifeng killed dozens of tricks. The whole person was stunned and flew out, making the whole universe the same.

"God, you are not an opponent at all"

"In the beginning, the Son is still invincible!"

Everyone was stunned and trembling. It was hard to believe that this scene was in a moment of silence in the universe, and then broken by the sound of the sky.

"Is this really the power of primitive Taoism?"

"I finally saw it with my own eyes!"

Xuan and Qingze's tears were all excited.

Under the gaze of Lord Xuan and Qingze, I only saw the universe, and Zi Feng was like a singer, spreading his wings to chase the handcuffs. Sometimes it is like a dragon, and his strong body is making various changes. The bones and flesh and blood seem to have disappeared, and all of these have become floating red clouds, unleashing endless potential.

This is a sign of transcendence, and on the other hand.

Shows the eternal sages of the early nine dynasties, the most extreme physique with secret methods and true combat effectiveness.

Coupled with the inspiration of the sacred lines, his realm was directly elevated, adding two main advantages, and the crossing of the lock, even if the skyfire seeds were condensed, the various noble methods of the ancients of the wild goose were defeated. it does not work.

"The eldest son of the ancients of Dayan, the sacred son, became strong, but will he be killed?"

People’s voices are trembling, how can they be surprised if they see it with their own eyes?

This kind of battle attracted everyone and touched the nerves of the eight ancient powers.

"what!"

Intuition told him that he missed him today, and he was destined to never have a chance to kill Zifeng.

He pinched a space circle and shot fifteen weapons at the same time, such as swords and swords. The worst is a truly heavenly sacred weapon, even two pieces.

These fifteen kinds of weapons flew together, causing the world to collapse. The cold light and transpiring breath showed people sharp colors, tore through the space, and walked towards the purple wind.

"Hey son!"

The surviving sacred powers of the ancient wild goose are all shaking, and their mood is extremely complicated.

As outsiders, they can see that weapons of this level are useless to Zifeng. There is no reason to be unclear.

Obviously, I have lost my sanity, I have lost my sanity.

Sure enough, when Qianlong slammed, he moved fifteen weapons, and a terrible breath sounded. With world power and suppression, the voice is clear and loud, and fifteen weapons have been crushed by more than half. Only two pieces on the left are still showing the edges. However, the halo of the nearby divine mode was swept away, both devices were screamed, and their own lights quickly dimmed.

Inspiring the almost sacred pattern, you can control the sacred path of the three thousand worlds. The Taoist equipment itself was originally built for the holy road. Can you resist?

"Hundreds of hard work, I have not broken through the top of the holy order, but it has become the real Taiyuan Taoism, enough to cope with it."

Zifeng was full of black hair, dancing, walking towards the cockroach step by step.

When the enemy starts a war, there will be results, not to mention that the opponent is still embarrassed. This time he didn't plan to let go of the other party.

"This saint will have to look at it, you will be able to maintain the divine pattern and how long it will last."

The color of the face changed several times, and then turned to the left.

In the battle with Zifeng, he had no reservations, but he did not see the merits clearly. Instead, he was suppressed by Xiao Ye. This has explained a lot of things.

The Zifeng in this state was too weak, and he planned to take it away to stagger the peak period of the Zifeng.

"Kill you, this is definitely enough."

Xiao Yehua is chasing the light, very fast. It seemed that he was stopping for him for a long time, and then it proved to be a reversal.

Yan Mingming was advancing very fast, but the surrounding space was turbulent, as if it had stretched out, forming a very strange illusion.

"The Holy Way of Time!"

"His understanding of the time of the Holy Path has also increased too much, it will interfere with me!"