Chapter 1172： Destiny collision

"boom!"

In the main hall, the spirit and prestige overflowed.

The terrifying aura revived, breaking the void into thousands of cracks.

Facing such a domineering seal by Xiang Kun, Yang Yuan did not show a trace of timidity in his eyes.

On the contrary, at this time, there was a strong sense of war on his face.

This immortal path is to face up to difficulties, and thousands of obstacles can create an invincible Taoist heart.

What do you think of Kun Lingxiao, the higher you stand, the greater your prestige. When I step on you, I can get more happiness and glory.

One day, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

Thinking like this, Yang Yuan suddenly took a deep breath and raised his head to look at the crowd outside the hall, and the moment he touched Xia Zhimeng's eyes, a bright smile burst out from the corner of his mouth.

Then! !

Before everyone started to ridicule, he stuck out a palm, and there seemed to be thousands of divine patterns around his body.

The golden ancient Linghui shot from every inch of its skin, faintly, you could actually see the jade-like crystal bones in it.

Densely dense, endless, until...the gods are dazzling, and the whole figure of the young man is enveloped.

At this moment, he became light, the ultimate and pure light.

"boom!!"

Two palms collided in the void.

What is unexpected is that even if Xiang Kun used the classics of the Promise Sacred Palace, he still failed to shake Yang Yuan any minute.

even! !

At this time, Xiang Kun's face was also filled with shock and sluggishness, and he could feel that the palm that was holding him was gradually exerting force, like a chain of heaven and earth, unable to break free.

Suddenly, Xiang Kun felt a strong anxiety, especially the face that was so close at hand that made him feel unspeakable.

"Crack."

Until a crisp sound of broken bones came from the hall, Yang Yuan's palm suddenly clenched.

In front of him, Xiang Kun suddenly let out a scream, but he still couldn't break free from Yang Yuan's hand. He could only gritted his teeth and tried his best to wave another palm.

"Damn it! You dare to abandon my palm, no matter who you are, my Promise Sacred Palace is bound to destroy your Manchu, and your little wife, I will definitely take good care of it!"

"Hunyuan Wuji, the Seal of Heaven and Earth!!"

The divine might of 10,000 zhang suddenly went up and down, only to see Xiang Kun's other palm, a ray of yin and yang mysterious light circulated again, condensed into a number of feet of divine seal, and smashed toward Yang Yuan with the momentum of destroying the sky.

At this time, although he didn't know why the young man in front of him had such a terrifying body, but... he didn't believe that, at such a close distance, he could still take his offensive with one hand.

"Om."

The heaven and the earth buzzed, and the clouds of Xiahui shook in the sky.

The whole hall seemed to be flooded with yin and yang, and many visions emerged.

The sun and the moon are up and down, Xuanhuang is upside down.

Only the tall and straight figure in white clothes was calm and calm, like a rock, immovable forever.

The brilliant Jinhui began to surging, Yang Yuan looked up indifferently, looking at the ancient mark that concealed nothingness.

At this moment, he could see that above the **** seal, the yin and yang breath snaked into a river, pouring down.

This force is enough to obliterate everything! !

However, his figure still did not take a half step back, and then calmly stretched out a palm in the shocking eyes of countless people.

"boom!!"

Compared with that spiritual seal, Yang Yuan's figure at this time is really insignificant.

However, for some reason, there was no longer a trace of sarcasm and contempt on the faces of all the arrogances, instead, they were full of complicated fright.

In the end, when the divine seal fell, the young figure was covered up, and the infinite aura illuminates the world, dazzling the eyes to the extreme.

Around the main hall, there were four powerful holy realms who shot together, transforming the spiritual power cage, and suppressing all the great spirits.

Wan Lai is dead! ! !

At this time, everyone looked nervously in the direction of the center of the hall, wanting to know what the end of the battle was.

Of course, no matter what, Yang Yuan was already shocked by the world today and became famous.

"The son thinks, who will win this battle?"

Hua Mingxi walked to Ling Xiao's side and laughed softly.

Just a moment ago, she was indeed frightened by Yang Yuan's combat power, but... even if his body was against the sky, she was afraid that he could not be the master's opponent.

After all, the son is the only person in the world who has suffered heavy damage to the demon!

The only thing she worries about is that Ling Xiao won't make a move!

"It should be the young man in white."

Ling Xiao smiled gently, without a hint of surprise on his face.

"Well, Ming Xi feels the same way, my human race really is a lot of evildoers, and there is a trend of great prosperity."

Hua Mingxi took the wine cup in his hand and filled Ling Xiao with the glass himself.

"Of course, no matter how many enchanting evildoers are born, in Ming Xi's eyes, no one can match the son. The character of the son is the opportunity for my human race to rise."

"Young Master Hua has a good reputation. Ling has a mediocre talent, but with a passion and ignorance, he has gained a bit of a false name."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, with some inexplicable vicissitudes on his face, "Hey, under the reputation, it's actually hard to bear."

"The son is so modest and gentle! But... Mingxi heard that the son is unparalleled in swordsmanship and has the appearance of a sword immortal. In Mingxi's view, only the son is worthy of this three thousand mustaches."

"Hehe, I have a sword, which is inherited from the Ye Clan. In my opinion, the sword is a companion, and one handle is enough."

Ling Xiao shook his head, unmoved.

That's right, he is determined to win this three-thousand-a-day deal.

But Hua Mingxi thought carefully, how could he not see it?

Excalibur, I want it, but I'm sorry, I can't give it my favor.

On the contrary, if you want to give a sword, I have to ask for your gratitude, not my debt!

"This...Master, you are loyal!!"

Hua Mingxi exclaimed, but there was a flicker of panic in her eyes.

This divine sword is the extremely precious heritage in her hands.

If it can't be exchanged for Ling Xiao's favor, then it's a loss of money in the true sense.

Suddenly, Hua Mingxi was panicked, but there was no wave on her face.

"However, your little brother, since he can walk out of the Buddha Cavern, he is sure to possess special skills, but it is really exciting."

Ling Xiao said casually, seemingly casual, but he led Hua Mingxi's mind to Zhang Jiuji.

At this time, the plan of the young master of the flower clan, he had already fully understood.

In other words, no matter if it is replaced by any one, when the goal is not achieved, I am afraid that it will not be willing to give this kind of divine object to others.

Therefore, now Hua Mingxi's only reliance in this temple is Zhang Jiuji.

As long as her little junior brother is able to dominate the crowd and retake this sword, it will not be a loss to her.

Moreover, in Ling Xiao's view, apart from him, Yaoguang and Xuanyuan Weiyang, the only person in the field who could defeat Yang Yuan was the Son of Destiny.

When two leeks collide, the sparks must be quite brilliant.

Yang Yuan still has an unfulfilled mission, so he can't bear the magic name at this time.

However, once Zhang Jiuji was caught in this round, Ling Xiao would have no chance to recover.

Sister, good luck, fame, and fate are all lost.

"This...hehe, son, not only you, but Ming Xi is also very curious."

Hua Mingxi's eyes condensed slightly and suddenly smiled.