Chapter 1294： The fall of Huanglong

"Top of Qinglian (

On the top of the mountain, a tall young man in green shirt stood among the ruins.

Wang Qingshan is like a majestic mountain, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to shake.

Looking at his breath, he has entered the Nascent Soul Stage.

There is another Yuanying monk in the Wang family, Qinglian Jianzun. During his childhood, many sects fought. The Wang family was involved in the war, and the family was attacked. Wang Qingshan witnessed many people die in the enemy. In his hands, from now on, he vowed to learn the strongest skills to protect his clan.

In order to protect Wang Qingshan, Wang Changhao left behind and died at the hands of the monster.

The three strongholds of the family were attacked, and Wang Qingshan was not strong enough, so he could only try hard and practice diligently.

When he was a baby, these were his demons, and he vowed to kill all those who came.

Today, a powerful enemy is attacking again. In order to stop the enemy, many people of the tribe were injured. Wang Xiansheng exposed himself to stop the enemy, and the purpose was to buy time for Wang Qingshan to have a baby.

Wang Qingshan has already conceived a baby. This time, he will never leave any regrets. He will definitely kill the powerful enemy and sacrifice the heroic souls of the dead clansmen.

"Seventh brother has a baby."

Wang Qingqi clenched his hands tightly and his expression became very excited.

"Lingbao!"

Real Huang Long's eyes widened, and an unbelievable look appeared on his face.

When he was still in the stage of forming pills, he accidentally discovered an ancient monk's cave. He was lucky enough to get a Lingbao Yellow Dragon Seal and a large amount of resources for cultivating immortals. With the Yellow Dragon Seal, he killed many powerful enemies and opened a new world in the coral sea. Zongli faction, the name moved for a while.

Wang Qingshan actually had a flying sword spirit treasure, which was beyond the expectations of the real person Huang Long.

When the real person Huang Long thought, Huang Longxi flew back and smashed at Ye Haitang. He turned into a yellow light and flew out of the island.

Wang Qingshan had Lingbao in his hand, so he did not dare to fight.

At the same time, the black-and-yellow mirror in his hand kept spewing out yellow mist, hitting Wang Qingqi and the others.

Wang Qingqi and the others hurriedly avoided, but they didn't dare to take it hard.

Wang Qingshan's thoughts moved, and the Qinglian sword turned into a cyan long rainbow, slashed towards the Huanglongxi, and the Huanglongxi flew out instantly, taking advantage of the situation to fly towards the real person of Huanglong.

"The people who killed me still want to leave? Leave your life behind."

Wang Qingshan shouted, and an astonishing sword intent rushed out of his body.

The direction of Huanglong's escape passed through Jianfeng, where a lot of restrictions were placed, and a large number of flying swords were placed, including many magic weapon-level flying swords.

A roar of swords resounded through the sky, and thousands of flying swords broke through the restriction of Jianfeng, turned into a torrent, and went straight to the real Huanglong.

The flying swords on the monks of the Wang family lost control and flew towards the sky.

For a time, colorful flying swords fluttered in the sky, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal.

Huanglong Zhenren frowned, and the black yellow mirror in his hand burst out with a dazzling yellow light, and a large yellow mist emerged, hitting the flying sword.

When Wang Qingshan's sword art was pinched, all the flying swords suddenly stopped and turned into an incomparably huge seven-color lotus flower. Go out and hit the real Huanglong.

"I can't see it, Qinglian Island is very lively today! Even our Zhang family's in-laws dare to kill, don't we look down on our couple? Let's sleep on Qinglian Island!"

A gentle man's voice came from the sky. For some unknown reason, when they heard the man's voice, Huang Longzhen, Jin Yu, Mrs. King Die and Liu Haodong felt a burst of drowsiness, and they were in a trance.

"No, it's Zhang Wuchen's Dao Companion Baihuan Zhenren, illusion, this is illusion!"

Huanglong Zhenren's cultivation base is relatively high, and he quickly regained consciousness.

Zhang Wuchen's Taoist companion Lin Yuzong is good at illusion. He has an exotic treasure in his hand, which can make other monks easily fall into illusion. Huanglong is lucky enough to see it with his own eyes.

Jin Yu's mind was in a trance, a gust of wind blew, Zhao Mei'er was already in front of her, the nails on both hands became extremely sharp, directly pierced Jin Yu's defense, grabbed her heart, and pulled it out, a large golden flame After rolling for a while and covering Zhao Mei'er's body, Zhao Mei'er let out a scream.

With a flash of golden light, a mini Nascent Soul flew out, and a long pink tongue flew out, covering the mini Nascent Soul at once, retracting into the golden sea of ​​fire.

The golden flame flashed and disappeared, revealing Zhao Mei'er's figure.

"Idiot, I really thought I was afraid of your fire attribute magic weapon!"

Zhao Meier smiled contemptuously.

At the same time, there was a void above Huanglong's head, and a big white hand more than 20 feet long appeared out of nowhere, and the surface of the big white hand was wrapped by a large white arc.

The yellow light on the surface of Huanglong's real body shines brightly, and a huge yellow flood dragon suddenly emerges, circling around him uncertainly, and a dark yellow light curtain emerges out of nowhere, covering his whole body.

The big white hand patted it, and it suddenly burst open, and a large white thunder light drowned the figure of Huanglong Zhenren.

A purple beam of light descended from the sky, instantly submerging into the white lightning, covering the white lightning.

There is a small purple mirror on the top of Fairy Ziyue's head, which is the spiritual art of Ziyue Xuanguang.

In order to kill Huanglong Zhenren, she couldn't care less.

Zhang Wuchen was stunned when she saw the purple mirror above Fairy Ziyue's head, and then she was overjoyed. She recognized the origin of this spiritual technique.

She can now be sure that Wang Changsheng must be a descendant of Zhenhaizong.

The seven-color lotus flower turned into a seven-color giant sword hundreds of feet long, and instantly sank into the white thunder light, and there was a shrill scream.

Fairy Ziyue was instantly overjoyed, and was about to inflict another heavy blow on the other party, when the sky above her head fluctuated, and a large yellow hand with a size of more than ten feet appeared out of nowhere took a quick photo.

"puff!"

Fairy Ziyue fell to the ground like a meteorite, quickly falling towards the ground, opening her mouth and spewing out a large mouthful of blood essence.

Zhang Wuchen turned his hand over, and a pale white net pocket appeared on his hand. The surface of the net pocket was covered with white arcs, and with a flash of white light, the net pocket disappeared.

A white light suddenly lit up over the white sea of ​​thunder, and the white net pocket appeared and quickly covered it.

A scream.

The real Huanglong was covered by the white net pocket, and the black-and-yellow mirror in his hand spewed out a yellow mist again. The white net pocket was petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the real person Huang Long ripped it vigorously, the white net pocket was instantly torn apart.

The sound of breaking through the air was loud, and a blue light lasing came. Before Huang Long had time to react, the blue light hole penetrated his wrist, and there was a blood hole in his wrist. With a flick of the wrist, the black and yellow mirror flew out.

When his mind moved, Xuan Huang Jing flew back towards him.

At this moment, a blue-colored sword dragon that was more than a hundred meters long rushed over.

The Xuanhuang Mirror spewed out a yellow mist again, and the cyan sword flooded petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Using the magical powers of the Xuanhuang Mirror one after another, Huanglong Zhenren's face turned pale.

Before he could catch his breath, Zhang Wuchen and Lin Yuzong rushed over, and he hurriedly controlled Huang Longxi to smash them towards them.

A blue-colored Changhong descended from the sky, and before it fell, it exuded an astonishing wave of spiritual energy, making a loud noise.

Huang Longzhen wanted to avoid it, and a terrifying Devil May cry sounded, and at the same time Lin Yuzong's words sounded in his ears: "Huang Daoyou, you are tired, take a good rest!"

The ghost repair and the illusion were two-pronged, and Huang Longzhen's reaction was stagnant. The cyan Changhong slashed on Huang Longzhen's body, splitting him in half, and even Nascent Soul could not escape.

The blue light flashed, and the blue lotus sword appeared.