Chapter 1828

"Boom -"

A pagoda shaped magic weapon flew in. With the earth shaking noise, a peak was blocked and collapsed, resulting in a large area of landslide. Large pieces of earth and rock poured down like a flood, and several depressions were buried along the way.

As early as before the peak collapsed, an electric light had flashed through the air. Yang Ting looked at the pagoda like magic weapon flying back into the sky behind him, jumped his feet and scolded: "which blind thing dares to sneak at you? Uncle Yang is not over yet. If you have the ability to come out and see it, what is hiding your head and exposing your tail?"

Before Yang Ting finished his words, he felt that the void around him began to solidify. He said something bad in his heart. When he reached out and grasped it, a spear completely formed by thunder appeared in his palm. He saw him draw in front of him with the spear of thunder, and a dark space portal was opened. Yang Ting dared not stay at all, but plunged into the portal and disappeared.

Almost at the moment when Yang Ting had just left, over the place where he had just stayed, the previous pagoda suddenly appeared in the air, and then the void under the pagoda began to solidify like glass, and then cracks appeared one after another.

However, because Yang Ting left in a hurry, the attack on the pagoda finally failed, the power of the magic weapon finally converged, and the thin and broken void that was about to be suppressed finally recovered.

Over the originally collapsed mountain peak, an old man with snow eyebrows appeared there. He dragged an octagonal glass Pagoda in his hand, looked at the direction where Yang Ting disappeared, snorted coldly, and then saw him take out a silver bell from his sleeve and shake it.

"Jingling bell -"

With a crisp bell ringing, waves of invisible void ripples rippled, and the landscape scene in the distance seemed to be distorted.

There was a shaking in the void hundreds of miles away. Only a loud cry was heard. Yang Ting's body suddenly appeared and fell from the air.

"It's just a small repair who has just entered daruo fairyland. He even wants to escape from my palm!"

The white browed old man sneered, took the bell in his hand and shook it constantly. Bursts of empty ripples were transmitted hundreds of miles away, making it difficult for Yang Ting's body to stabilize in the air, let alone trying to escape.

At the same time, the old man with white eyebrows stepped out a few steps, and the void under his feet was shrinking. The distance of tens of miles had crossed in the blink of an eye. When he appeared again, he had come to Yang ting.

"I'm not interested in knowing your identity. Now I'll give you two ways. The first is to be suppressed by me in the pagoda until you reveal all your experiences after entering Fengtian world; the second is to let go of the spirit, let me plant the spirit restraint, and then use it for me. After Fengtian disintegrates, I may set you free!"

The pagoda rose again. The emptiness around him was already under his control, and the silver bell in his hand was ready to go. Baimei Lao Xiu thought to himself that he was winning now. Looking at Yang Ting not far away, he looked down with the meaning of looking down, and his tone was full of charity.

"Old man, are you sure you'll eat your uncle Yang now?"

Yang Ting was very angry with the white eyebrow old man's high voice. However, he really didn't dare to act rashly under the old man's eyes. He had to lose. He usually asked for some money orally, but his eyes still looked over his head from time to time for fear that the other party would be angered and cover the pagoda on his head.

The white browed old man smiled with reserve and said, "Your Excellency, Lei Guangdun's skill is really extraordinary. I think it must have refined the body of Lei Ling. However, my cultivation is worse. I'm a big Luo peak friar with 'three flowers gathering on the top', and I have several magic weapons in my hands that restrain you. You can't escape in my hands!"

Speaking of this, the white eyebrow old man paused slightly, then turned cold and said: "in fact, if I didn't lack help in entering the Fengtian world this time, do you really think it's your own ability to deal with me now?"

Yang Ting's face suddenly sank when he heard the speech. He was angry and said with a smile: "so you should show mercy. Uncle Yang should thank you?"

"Exactly!"

The white browed old man said positively: you should understand now. If you fight again, you will only have a dead end! Now if you throw yourself under my hand, you can save one life! "

Yang Ting smelled the speech and looked strange. Looking at him was like looking at a dead man.

The white browed old man frowned and said, "I don't like your eyes very much. Maybe I should cut off your moves!"

As he spoke, he saw that the old man with white eyebrows stretched out his hand and pointed to Yang ting. Two black lights had come across the space and dug up above Yang Ting's eyes.

Yang Ting's body shape is limited by the octagonal glass tower, and his evasion speed is very slow. It is almost impossible to avoid the two black lights in this case.

Seeing his eyes, Yang Ting shouted, "if you don't come out again, I will become blind!"

In fact, without waiting for Yang Ting's words, a emerald root had pierced the void imprisoned by the white eyebrow old man and appeared in the place where Yang Ting didn't want to.

"Tingdao friend, at least it's also a great Luo fairyland. Please respect your identity. Where can there be a trace of Da Luo xianzun's bearing when you cry and howl like this?"

The sound of banter sounded, and Yang Hua's body shape had flashed out of the void channel opened by Wanjie xulinggen.

As soon as she appeared, Yang Hua had sensed the power of imprisonment in the surrounding void. She looked up at the octagonal glass tower suspended above her head and frowned slightly. She saw him brush hard in the direction of the glass tower with the Qibao wonderful tree in his hand.

Although the octagonal glass pagoda is generally inferior to the qibaomiao tree, it is only a heavy magic weapon of space type. It is very difficult for the qibaomiao tree to brush off this magic weapon at once.

But even so, Yang Hua brushed the glass Pagoda in the air, as if it would fall down the next moment, and the originally imprisoned void was lifted.

Yang Ting offered the spear of thunder at the first time and picked the two black lights flying to his eyes, but it turned out to be two eye pecking birds.

"So you have help!"

The old man with white eyebrows frowned, and his divine consciousness spread out all around in an instant. Except for the two people in front of him, he didn't find anyone else.

"Even if it's two people, they're just two friars who have just entered the realm of Dalai. Well, although it takes some effort, it's good to take two men from the realm of Dalai."

Although things were beyond the expectation of the old man, he still had absolute confidence in himself.

However, Yang Ting, who had been suppressed before, was extremely depressed. After listening to the arrogant words of the white eyebrow old man, he could no longer restrain his anger and scolded: "old man, who do you think you are!"

Before the words fell, a purple and golden thunder light burst out from Yang Ting's eyes. Yang Hua on one side had no time to stop it.

That ray of thunder looked slender. At the moment of appearance, it had torn the void in front of him and went straight to the old man's face.

But the white eyebrow old man was also extraordinary. At the moment when Yang Ting shot, the silver and white bell in his hand had "jingling bell", and layers of void ripples formed spatial folds with the shaking of the bell, trying to consume this purple and golden thunder in the middle.

However, the speed of the purple golden thunder light not only did not slow down, but the layers of spatial folds flowing to the thunder light began to melt themselves at the moment of touching the thunder light.

"Chaos realm magic power!"

With a strange cry, the old man quickly jumped back. At the same time, he saw the original immortal yuan surging up above his head, forming a three flower gathering top Dharma phase, in which a purple light lingered, but at this time, it flew down like a waterfall and collided with the purple golden thunder light.

There was no sound in the void. However, where the two supernatural powers met, they began to annihilate each other. The surrounding void almost turned into chaos. No matter Yang ting and Yang Hua, or the old man with white eyebrows on the other side, they all flew back, afraid of being affected by the afterwaves of the two supernatural powers.

"Chaos realm magic power, the old man also has chaos realm magic power!"

Yang Ting shouted unexpectedly on his face, but he didn't seem to be much frightened. While avoiding the aftereffects of the two magic powers, he separated from Yang Hua. It seemed that he wanted to detour to surround the old man with white eyebrows.

The magic power of chaotic land is not invincible, but at present, only the magic power of chaotic land can compete with Zixiao God Lei at the level of magic power.

Old Baimei seems to have realized something at this time. Although Yang ting and Yang Hua are only the strength in the early stage of the great Luo territory, the strength and tacit understanding shown in the fighting method make him have a bad premonition until the emergence of Zixiao divine thunder, the magic power of the chaotic territory, which makes his premonition stronger.

The other two can't be his opponents even if they work together, but they don't seem to be afraid of him!

He even sensed that they were bypassing the aftermath of the explosion of two chaotic magic powers. It seemed that they wanted to encircle him together.

Where do these two people get confidence?

At this time, the old man Baimei has regained control of his life magic weapon octagonal glass tower. When he can't touch the other party's intention, he hangs his life magic weapon over his head to protect himself and make himself invincible first.

But at this moment, the old man's divine consciousness suddenly caught the abnormal fluctuation from the void behind him. His face changed greatly and he turned around in a hurry. However, he was seeing an equally emerald green root retracting from the void, but there was no sign in advance. However, a friar in the early days of Dalai appeared again in the original place, which was Yang Jinxian Zun.

While the old man turned around, Yang mace smiled coldly. At the moment when he jumped up, he turned into a four edged stone mace and smashed it at the glass pagoda hanging above the old man's head with Xuan Huang Guanghua.

At the same time, Yang Ting's thunder spear and Yang Hua's qibaomiao tree also shot at the same time. Three incarnations of three corpses, three inferior immortals and three chaotic realm magic powers cooperated to the extreme with tacit understanding, and launched a siege against the Baimei old man from different directions, making the other party unavoidable!

"Boom -"

The octagonal glass pagoda was first attacked by the broken sky mace in the loud noise of the sky. The broken sky mace flew immediately, but the pagoda was also overturned in mid air.

"Poof!"

The white browed old man vomited a mouthful of blood, but he saw a colorful brush in the sky falling under the pagoda, and finally brushed off his life magic weapon.

Realizing that it was bad, the old man Baimei sacrificed the silver bell and tried to break out of the encirclement of the three people.

But unexpectedly, a ray of lightning came and "Ding" knocked the bell away again.

The three flowers on the head of the white eyebrow old man rose from the sky, and a waterfall of purple light flowed in the void, trying to open up an escape path for him.

But unexpectedly, when Yang Hua opened her mouth and spit out, a mixed purple light rendered the sky for a long time, excited by the half sky purple light like that waterfall, and the streamer like substance splashed everywhere.

The streamer falls on the mountain, and the mountain melts. When it falls into the dense forest, a forest withers, and when it falls on the earth, a basin takes shape.

The two chaotic powers compete with each other. Where they pass, the topography of this area has changed greatly!

However, at this time, the void, which had been constantly turbulent and fragile under the influence of the war, was once again opened a huge void crack.

But this crack looks like a closed eye. At the moment of opening, there is an immeasurable light that begins to release. When the eyes are fully opened, the immeasurable light turns into an immeasurable thunder. Even the void turbulence stirred by the chaotic magic power and innate vitality of the white eyebrow old man is rendered and penetrated by the thunder burst from his eyes!

"Ah... Ah..."

In the sudden stop of the cry, the old man's body was annihilated in the white light burst out by the countless thunder, and finally his bones disappeared.

When the purple and gold eyes in the sky finally closed, the purple light dissipated, and the broken void gradually closed and recovered. The three corpse avatars saw their own Yang Junshan. I don't know when they actually appeared over the annihilated land of the Baimei old man, and he was playing a silver bell in his hand.