Chapter 1201

"Who are you?"

The handle of the sword in Zhong Jiu's hand turned white because of too much force.

The ugly man who looked like a farmer appeared behind him without his awareness, which embarrassed the ghost friar who has always been famous for hiding.

In the face of Zhong Jiu's question, the old man felt like he had a taste. He just muttered to himself with his hands on his back: "Yang Junshan is really bold. It's just that he openly gathers up a party of important ethnic forces in Quwu mountain. In the end, Yang Junxiu's identity is excusable, but I didn't think there was a ghost King involved!"

Zhong Jiu's face turned white, stepped back two steps and asked again, "who are you?"

He was on full alert and ready to go, but he just didn't dare to cut out the ghost weapon in his hand to the person in front of him, nor did he dare to escape with the secret technique of ghost escape.

In his perception, the person in front of him is like an abyss. As long as he is willing, raising his hand can frighten him.

The old man looked up at Zhong Jiu and said to himself, "I've heard that Yang's rise has a lot of involvement with foreign forces. He not only feeds a demon family force, but also secretly makes friends with some witches. There is even a legend that this person is involved with overseas Dragon Island forces. Now it seems that he still underestimates Yang and even involves the ghost family forces."

"Old man, you are wrong. He has nothing to do with the ghost family!"

A voice suddenly came from behind Zhong Jiu. Yang Junxiu didn't know when she had come. Facing the unfathomable old man in front of her, she calmly came forward, stood side by side with Zhong Jiu and said, "drop your magic weapon. It doesn't make any difference whether you have a magic weapon in your hand in front of this elder."

Zhong Jiu's face became very ugly, but he still put away the ghost sword in his hand and said in an astringent voice with a trace of complaint: "boss, didn't you tell you to go quickly? How can you come again?"

Yang Junxiu said with a smile: "the white tigers don't have the habit of leaving their companions and running away alone!"

Speaking of this, Yang Junxiu smiled at the old man in front of him and said, "besides, I don't think I can escape in front of the old man."

The old man suddenly said, "in fact, one has escaped."

Yang Junxiu gave a perfunctory bow and said, "thank you, old man. You're merciful. You came to me to lead my brother out to meet you?"

The old man said expressionless, "otherwise, do you think the little girl can escape? Hey, a white tiger demon king and two ghost kings, the Yang family of Xishan is so brave."

Yang Junxiu just didn't hear what he said and asked, "what do you call the old man? You can't always call him 'old man, old man'. If you get upset and slap us out, it's more unjust."

The old man didn't answer directly, but stopped his eyes on Yang Junxiu's face for a moment. Then Gujing said, "my surname is Qian."

"Oh, old man Qian!"

Zhong Jiu's eyes twitched uncontrollably, but his heart turned a white eye greatly.

"Don't wait here. My brother won't come. In fact, he's not in Xishan at all." Yang Junxiu said.

After that, Yang Junxiu seemed to have guessed what the old man was going to say and said, "I sent Baoyu back to Xishan, which is just to bring a message to the people inside and let them guard the door. After all, even if Xishan doesn't have my brother, you don't dare to invade easily if you want to come to the old man, don't you?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

The old man surnamed Xie was still expressionless, and his tone was as plain as white water. The words spit out from the delicious food made Zhong Jiu's heart cold.

"Unless you don't want to know my brother's more than ten years of overseas experience, don't you come to the door because of these? Just before, everyone was very reserved, but you didn't think that old man Qian would end in person." Yang Junxiu seems to have no idea what fear is.

"Then you should know something?" the old man said again.

"I know!" admitted Yang Junxiu, and then said, "will you believe it if I say it?"

Instead of answering, the old man asked, "where has Yang Junshan gone?"

Yang Junxiu smiled at the old man, turned to the south, said provocatively, "thunder swamp, he crossed the thunder and robbed. Old man Qian, do you dare to rob while the fire is burning?"

Yang Junshan helped Dongliu Taoist priest and Ziyuan Taoist priest through the thunder robbery in succession. During the process of diverting part of the power of thunder robbery with the help of the five element thunder light Taoist array, he personally experienced the power of thunder robbery three times, and even refined part of the will of heaven and earth in this process, so that he could stick to the stars outside the territory for a longer time.

In fact, Yang Junshan's personal experience is much better than that of other friars, which is also one of his biggest dependence on this robbery. He can fully and accurately predict the power of thunder robbery in advance and prepare for it. When he should accumulate his strength, he would not hesitate to let the thunder rob his body. When he should go all out, he would never leave his hand, and carry out the refining and cohesion of his life magic step by step.

If the thunder robbery is regarded as a wild beast guarding the origin of the world, and only after passing the test of the wild beast can you be qualified to explore the origin of the world of Zhou Tian, then when the first thunder robbery comes, it is just a tongue stretched out by the beast, and the second thunder robbery is equivalent to a claw stretched out by the beast, Then, after two consecutive failures, the great beast will also be completely angered. When the third thunder robbery comes, not only the roar of the great beast, but also the whole head of the man who passed the robbery will be stuck down in his mouth and chewed it with sharp teeth, so that his bones will disappear and disappear.

Now Yang Junshan will face a completely enraged thunder robbing monster, and perhaps because the thunder marsh is closer to its nest, this monster will be even more fierce.

There were bursts of thunder and lightning in the robbery cloud, just like the roar of a giant beast. The third thunder robbery had not yet completely come, but Yang Junshan's face became more and more pale. The third thunder robbery was not just thunder and lightning, and every sound of his explosion was like a sharp cone stabbing into his mind.

The third way of robbing thunder tests not only the Friar's accomplishments, yuan God and flesh body, but also his divine knowledge and soul. The thunder light has not yet come, but the test has already started one step first.

This is also an important reason why Yang Junshan insisted on refining his life's magical powers as much as possible when the first two thunder robbers came, because when the third thunder robber came, Yang Junshan not only faced more risks, but also the disturbed divine consciousness would make it difficult for him to concentrate on completing the remaining magical powers.

Gudong, a dull sound, like a thunder explosion underwater, but in an instant, the sky thunder of the whole thunder marsh was annihilated for a long time.

A group of seemingly thick purple purple photoelectric paste spit out from the saturated cloud of robbery, but also instantly let the clouds in the sky plunge into the final weakness. It even seemed to take away the thunder essence of the entire thunder marsh in a moment. In the meantime, the thunder of the entire thunder marsh was eliminated by the thunder.

There was no time to dodge. In fact, Yang Junshan didn't dodge at all. Just in an instant, his whole body had been swallowed by the purple plasma, just like being swallowed by a giant beast. The expanding, shrinking and wriggling thunder ball was like the giant beast chewing its prey.

Yang Junshan's flesh and skin were carbonized in an instant. The surging force of thunder robbed intruded into his body and wanted to tear everything on him. This time, he didn't even need to take the initiative to absorb the will of heaven and earth and the original strength. These things poured into his body with thunder robbed. Yang Junshan felt that he was like an inflated balloon at the same time, There are also many sharp cones and sharp blades outside the body, constantly stabbing, to cope with the inside and outside, so as to completely collapse.

However, Yang Junshan, who had been prepared for a long time, was not in disorder in the face of danger. Although he had a headache at this time, he once repaired and briefly took charge of the immortal array, and the trained divine sense could not be easily defeated. Even in this case of crisis, he could separate some divine sense and put it on the cohesion of the second magic power in the Dan field.

At this time, the potential of Yang Junshan's body refining technique has been fully stimulated. The vitality potential contained in the viscera and bone marrow has been constantly competing with the thunder and robbery force penetrating into the body. At the same time, Yang Junshan's body like a balloon has become more tenacious. At the same time, the will of heaven and earth refined by the yuan God has merged the original Qi continuously assimilated by the nine Ren Zhenyuan, The process of pouring into the second seed of Benming magic at an unprecedented speed not only consumed the strength of trying to burst his body, but also greatly shortened the forming time of Benming magic.

Finally, when the third thunder robbery is not over, Yang Junshan has condensed the second life fairy magic power.

Almost at the same time, when Yang Junshan's physical potential was brought into full play under the heavy pressure of robbing thunder, the original destructive power of robbing thunder penetrated into the physical body, but somehow, he began to assimilate with his physical body bit by bit, and finally gathered in his blood. With the flow of blood, he gathered in the heart from all over the body.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The loud sound like beating a drum came from his chest, from the huge purple electric cocoon wrapped around Yang Junshan, and even the whole electric cocoon was like a huge heart. It began to rise and shrink synchronously with that trace of rhythm. At this time, the thunder photoelectric plasma, which was originally like a giant beast's head, looked more like a giant egg of a peerless beast, Even the thunder clouds over the thunder marsh seemed to become afraid and began to disperse around.