Chapter 270 Lords, dare to enter the world
Only the second move, the old man of the ancient coffin has shown a decadent trend.
Dugu Changkong looked indifferent, and his eyelids didn't blink. It seemed that this kind of thing was so plain that it was difficult for him to touch.
In the boundary, there is a faint golden light in the eyes of Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, and the picture of Dugu Changqian is constantly playing in their minds.
The true rhyme of the eight dragon palms is engraved on the souls of the two people.
As for how much you can understand, it depends on your own opportunity.
"The third type is as strong as a dragon, and it is not lost in dexterity."
Another palm waved out, and the palm wind turned into a long dragon, running fiercely and unstoppable.
"Break it!"
The old man in the ancient coffin's face changed greatly. He didn't care about treating the wound. His hands were imprinted, and a law power that looked like a spear condensed in front of him, and then stabbed out.
The sharp spear and the giant dragon transformed by palm power are about to collide, which should have been a positive confrontation and a competition.
Unexpectedly, the dragon suddenly turned around his body and wrapped the spear with soft strength, avoiding its fiercest attack.
Subsequently, the dragon bit the center of the spear, breaking the spear into two pieces, and the fierce force suddenly collapsed.
"Extrem!"
After a breath, the old man in the ancient coffin was shocked to see it and wanted to dodge.
However, it's too late.
Even if the old man in the ancient coffin tore the void to avoid it, he went hundreds of thousands of miles away in one thought, and it was difficult to get out.
"Bang Long"
In an instant, a corner of the starry sky burst.
The old man in the ancient coffin was forced to appear, his chest collapsed, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.
His eyes showed an unbelievable look.
His face was extremely pale and not rosy.
His clothes are so tattered that he can't cover his dry and black body.
"Why?"
He doesn't believe that the gap between the two can be so big.
The old man in the ancient coffin used the power of the divine bridge and thought that the golden body would not be broken. How did he know that such a situation would be full of horror.
"The fourth move..."
Dugu Changkong did not intend to stop, teaching secretly while confesting the enemy.
"Wow--"
The strong wind tore the sky and affected the legal order of the star domain in this world.
Feeling this unspeakable pressure, the old man in the ancient coffin panicked.
Because he smelled the smell of death, and there seemed to be a terrible vision of the ghost gate in front of him. Countless long hands covered with black fog leaned towards him. The cold and bone-pitting chill was all over his body, and his soul seemed to be suffocated at this moment.
"Friends, stop and admit defeat."
Facing the threat of death, the old man in the ancient coffin put down his dignity and begged for mercy.
"It's too late."
After hearing this, Dugu Changkong did not stop and muttered.
The fourth palm has been waved out, like a broken bamboo.
"Boom, boom..."
The pupils of the old man in the ancient coffin contracted rapidly, and the screening color on his face was extremely strong. At this time, he had only one idea, that is, to block the blow and survive!
Hundreds of millions of laws of light curtains fell from above, all pressing on the starry sky corner where the old man of the ancient coffin was located.
If the lines of the light curtain law are connected to each other, it is the shape of a giant palm across the endless void.
"No!"
Those old guys who were awakened changed their faces and didn't want to see the old man in the ancient coffin. Their positions are the same. They once had a grudge against the Qingzong and enjoyed the resources of the Qingzong, but they were unwilling to repay the cause and effect for the ancestors.
If something happens to the old man in the ancient coffin, then other forces will certainly not be abless to escape in the future.
The top sects in Dizhou don't want to see this situation.
Several powerful living fossils took action secretly to protect the old man in the ancient coffin.
However, it's too late.
The old man in the ancient coffin has just been injured, and now he has to resist Dugu Changkong's full power. He can't hold on for a long time.
Hundreds of millions of lights fell, breaking through its protective barrier and breaking its golden body.
"Ah..."
For a moment, the body of the old man in the ancient coffin was directly destroyed, and his soul was out of his body, and he fled everywhere in horror.
However, this space was submerged by the power of the giant palm, and the soul of the old man in the ancient coffin had nowhere to go.
"Boom"
The body collapsed, and the soul was destroyed.
Those strong men who took action secretly were a step late, and even the soul of the old man in the ancient coffin was not protected, and they watched him fall.
My heart is sad, and it's hard to get rid of.
At the same time, a trace of fear took root in the depths of my heart, sprouted, grew rapidly, and soon became a towering tree.
Eight dragon palms, a total of eight styles.
Dugu Changkong only used four tricks to kill the old man in the ancient coffin who touched the divine bridge.
This scene fell into the eyes of those old antiques hiding in dark corners, and their hearts trembled and were extremely frightened.
Gulu--
A group of Mahayana monks were stunned and kept swallowing saliva, and their lips were white and trembling.
A wisp of law on the battlefield ahead can kill an ordinary Mahayana monk.
"Master!"
The monks of the Seven Tripod Holy Land looked at the direction of the fallen old man of the ancient coffin with no bones and shouted in grief. They looked at the lonely sky and did not have the slightest idea of revenge, only a strong fear.
"He didn't touch the divine bridge, but... Stand on the divine bridge!"
The old guys in the dark have to recognize this reality at this moment.
"The road ahead has been cut off, and the quasi-emperor is invincible."
At the end of an abyss of Dizhou, a hoarse voice echoed all over the dark space for a long time, with some surprise and fear in the words.
"This matter is not easy to do."
Originally, this group of old people thought that the realm of Dugu Changkong was not much different from that of themselves, but now it is not the same thing. There is a great difference.
Touching the divine bridge means that you are qualified to climb the bridge, and there is a trace of buried history.
Standing on the divine bridge, that is, the quasi-emperor in the true sense. He knows many secrets in the world. His strength is far above the Mahayana, and it is difficult to find an opponent in the world.
"His current strength is not weaker than me at the peak."
On the side, Chang Geng Jianxian drank a sip of turbid wine and muttered to himself.
After nearly 30,000 years of precipitation, Dugu Changkong has thoroughly understood the inheritance of Qingzong. Perhaps, he has a very high talent, but more of the kindness left by his ancestors.
The higher you go, the more guilty you feel. In those years, you were afraid of death and did not suppress the abyss, which failed to live up to the will of the sages of the sect.
"Sern, do you dare to enter the world?"
Dugu Changkong carried his hands and faced the prosperous land of Dizhou. His voice was as soft as the water of a stream, but it contained the power of dominating the world. Like a king overlooking the world, everything was under control and was not afraid of enemies.
Donglong!
This sentence is like a meteorite hitting the calm sea, rolling up the stormy waves.
These beings who have just woken up are uneasy, all silent, and no one dares to fight.
The situation has changed suddenly, and the Mahayana monks are no longer qualified to intervene.
Cloth and straw shoes, independent and high.
No one dares to look at each other where they look.
It is rumored all over the world, and no one dares to fight.
The strong man of the ancient holy gate is as cold as a cicada.