Chapter 1594

"Hongmeng purple gas will not be refined so easily!"

"He is an aborigine of Zhou Tian. You and I work together to kill him first, and then Hongmeng purple Qi depends on their abilities!"

When the big Luo Ling demon was talking with the rattan, the finger that had been broken by Yang Junshan grew again, and became flexible again with the continuous opening and closing of his palm.

Yang Junshan looks a little dignified. Although the second weight of the immortal realm can be reborn, he can give birth to a finger so quickly. At least Yang Junshan couldn't do so quickly when he was the second weight of the immortal realm.

Although LIANTENG is a plant spirit demon, and its strong vitality is always easier to do this than others, it is enough to show that the great Luo spirit demon has great attainments in forging. I'm afraid it's not far from the third level of immortality.

When Yang Junshan was cold in his heart, the spirit demon holding the vine seemed to feel something. He suddenly smiled at his evil and stepped back, and the whole person disappeared in the void.

Yang Junshan thought of the strange attack method of the spirit demon before. He shrunk to an inch, and people had appeared dozens of feet away. When he looked back, he saw a vine sweeping across the place where he had just been.

Yang Junshan frowned and suddenly noticed a cold attack on his side. He quickly summoned a broken mace and swept it.

A long gun pierced out of the void for no reason was opened by the broken mace.

However, without waiting for Yang Junshan to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the body of the long gun suddenly softened and turned around the broken sky mace. The gun head was like a spirit snake and stabbed Yang Junshan's face.

At the critical moment, Yang Junshan grabbed the gun head directly with a "snap" of his other hand.

The long gun still has to struggle, but it can't break free.

But at this time, the gun head, which originally looked like gold and iron, suddenly bloomed like flowers. A cold light came out and went straight to Yang Junshan's left eye.

"Oh, it's hard to climb the hall of elegance!"

Yang Junshan snorted coldly, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of benmingxian yuan. He bumped the cold light and flew across the corner of his eyes. It looked like a wooden thorn.

At the moment when Yang Junshan was restrained by the rattan, the devil palace potential also took the opportunity to attack. A magic fire ignited the void like a prairie fire and burned at his feet.

The life magic fire cultivated by Gong Qian not only did not have the slightest heat, but rose with a biting chill at the moment of burning, as if it could freeze everything.

Facing the surging demon flame, Yang Junshan was happy and fearless, but suddenly he heard Gong Qian sneer behind him.

The Xuanyin devil fire really can't help Yang Junshan's flesh, but the real fatal point of this fire is not only to hurt the Friar's flesh, but also to directly burn the Friar's original God!

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his head, like someone stirring his head with a popsicle. Yang Junshan couldn't help but stumble at his feet and looked quite unstable.

Just at this time, the magic flame rising behind Yang Junshan suddenly had a spark, condensed into a trident in the air, and took the opportunity to stab him under his ribs.

But Yang Junshan, who seemed to have been dazzled by Gong Qian's planned strike for a long time, suddenly surged up a cloud of thunder slurry from above his head. When a thunder lotus in the thunder slurry was in full bloom, a purple electric light burst out and hit the three pronged halberd.

"Ah"

Behind him came a cry of pain from the palace hidden devil, as if he had put his foot on the iron plate.

The Trident disintegrated again under the thunder light and turned into sparks, but the beating fire was much dimmer than before.

The palace hidden devil stretched out his hand and lifted it in the void. The originally spread sea of fire condensed into a trident and fell into his hand. His face was painful. It was obvious that the body of this magic weapon had been damaged by the purple lightning.

When the palace hidden devil looked up, he saw that the purple electric light had revealed its body, but it was a spear wrapped with thunder light.

"Fairy weapon!"

The palace hidden devil roared in a low voice, with a trace of resentment and fear on his face.

To be fair, the original life magic weapon level of Gong Qian devil is also the lower level of immortal level, which is equivalent to the quality of Yang Junshan's thunder spear. However, it is too restrained.

What's more, in addition to the original life magic power of shaking the immortal formula at the beginning, Yang Junshan's thunder magic power is also an original life magic power of creating the avatar.

Although the demon family has been weak and dormant for thousands of years, the inside information is still there. It is still a large family force in the starry sky. Naturally, it knows the rarity of the magic power of the fairyland of creation and the difficulty of cultivation.

Even if the Dalai devil statue like Gong Qian is supported by the whole demon family and the existence of a Taoist realm like the black nightmare devil statue, the three flowers on the top condense two, and the original life fairy art of creating the realm has only been built into a "mysterious cold flame".

In the early days of the Dalai Lama, this aborigine was already equipped with two fairyland magic powers, which made it difficult for the palace potential devil who had been in the Dalai Lama fairyland for 500 years?

So that when the palace hidden devil realized that one of the three flowers condensed above Yang Junshan's head was the most difficult "flower of heaven", his mind seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and his demon heart was about to shake!

"Gong Qian, what the fuck are you staring at!"

The big Luo Ling demon led Teng to yell angrily and woke up the palace hidden devil in cold sweat.

Such a confrontation between the strong stars will break the stars and move mountains and fill the sea. The victory or defeat can often be decided in an instant.

At the moment when the palace hidden demon Zun was stunned, the rattan demon Zun who had just been responsible for containing Yang Junshan had fallen into bad luck.

The head of the wooden gun that had stabbed Yang Junshan was twisted by his bare hands, and the wooden rattan wrapped around his waist was also pulled off. When the rattan demon statue was pulled out of the void by Yang Junshan, the fingers of his hands had been broken again.

"This man has powerful powers and has two immortal tools in his hand. You and I will press him in the realm!"

Gong Qian demon Zun had an intuitive understanding of Yang Junshan's strength at this time. He was an old devil and soon found a way to counter him, that is, cultivation suppression!

No matter how strong Yang Junshan's strength is, he is only a person. No matter how powerful the "flower of heaven" is, it is only the beginning of Dalai!

The "flower of man" and "flower of earth" on the top of the palace hidden demon statue echo each other, build a demon realm full of dark, cold flame, and invade Yang Junshan again.

At this time, two of the three flowers on the top appeared. A sea of forests spread darkly and attacked Yang Junshan one by one with the demon domain of Gong Qian devil.

Yang Junshan has not succeeded in building his own field. Naturally, he is unwilling to attack the long with a short shot. He tries to push them back one by one with the mace of breaking the sky and the spear of thunder.

Unexpectedly, the two had long expected their reaction to Yang Junshan, and they no longer reserved any means. They each controlled the immortal tools in their hands with their strongest natural magic power to compete with Yang Junshan.

The confrontation in this field did not have the slightest dexterity. It was completely the confrontation of cultivation between each other. Seeing that their field was oppressed step by step, Yang Junshan had to hastily turn the "flower of heaven" into a continuous sea of thunder to resist.

"Ha, isn't it too late to think about building a field at this time?"

The spirit demon rattan was just suppressed by Yang Junshan. It was too miserable. At this time, Yang Junshan finally calmed down. I saw that Yang Junshan was still trying to build his own field under this situation, and I couldn't help laughing loudly.

"To break it, let him know that the real field is made by the friars of the great Luojing after thousands of tempering!"

The Xuanyin devil domain of the palace hidden devil cuts into the thunder sea at one stroke. Although the Xuanyin cold flame is restrained by the origin of thunder, it is always unaffected by the thunder sea under the erosion of the devil flame field.

Under the double repression of the existence field of the two great Luo States, Yang Junshan's thunder sea shrinks smaller and smaller, and has gradually been completely surrounded.

"Hand over the Hongmeng purple gas. We have no intention of taking your life!"

Seeing that his side had occupied an overwhelming advantage, Gong Qian devil immediately resumed his previous high tone.

Only Yang Junshan's cold hum responded to the palace hidden devil.

Under the joint suppression of the two great Shentong in the middle of the great Luo territory, although Yang Junshan resisted very hard, he could realize that under the full suppression of the two, the thunder sea, which has been concentrated to the extreme, is undergoing subtle qualitative changes.

In the narrow area covered by the thunder sea, Yang Junshan can clearly perceive the existence of every ray of thunder light and its running track, and he even feels that he can interfere with everything within the thunder sea at any time, but the way may be just an idea.

This feeling of being able to control everything is really wonderful. Is this the power of the field?

Yang Junshan knows that this qualitative change is due to the suppression of the two alien giants, qianteng and Gongqian. Once this external pressure disappears, this wonderful qualitative change may disappear immediately. Of course, Yang Junshan can build the field again in the future, but it is bound to spend more time and energy.

Because of this, even if Yang Junshan seems to have completely fallen into the disadvantage at this time, he is not in the slightest panic. Instead, he is more serious to resist. He has felt that the suppression of the two people has reached the limit at this time.

"No, his field is taking shape!"

The rattan suddenly shouted, "come on, don't give him a chance to breathe. Blow him down with a drum of air pressure!"

But at this time, the change happened again. A Buddhist monk in white lotus cassock suddenly appeared at the place where the three fought. Taking advantage of the stalemate, he flew out of his Zen stick, easily broke through layers of field barriers and hit Yang Junshan's back.

"Poof!"

Yang Junshan was shocked, but the blow didn't seem to cause any damage to his body. On the contrary, the yuan God trembled, as if something had been stripped away from it.

A purple light flashed in front of him, and Hongmeng purple gas was shocked out of his body. At this time, the Buddhist monk held a golden bowl and shone at the purple gas, and Hongmeng purple gas immediately flew into the golden bowl.

It's late again!