Chapter 581

"What's" Dang Dang Dang Dang "

Bai Yunchang frowned slightly, meditating and pondering. However, many people around him who had seen the big talk traveling to the West could not help laughing.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang. If you stop me, you can change your life for another. "

With that, ye Chen took out with one hand. In the void, a golden palm appeared, just like the left hand of the troll God, and grabbed at the white cloud clothes in the air.

"Let's do it together!"

Two thin ice crystal blades fly out of the double sleeves of white cloud clothes. The spirit blade, forged by the ice of ten thousand years, is extremely sharp. It also condenses the surging Yin and cold Qi. Its power is inferior to that of Mingyue Tianxin sword, but it can be attacked in a long distance, just like a flying sword.

There are only two invisible white marks in the void, hanging in the air, like a white dragon dancing in the sky.

"Boom!"

Other members of the ancient clan also knew that this was the critical moment of life and death, and there was no longer any hand left. All of them are fighting for it.

On the whole Mount Tai, there are dozens of people in the ancient sect. Nearly half of them were killed by Ye Chen before. There are still 20 or 30 of them. Among them, there are 56 monks in Jindan area.

How powerful they are with all their strength?

"Whoosh."

You can see the sky, colorful, shining straight to the bullfight!

Flying sword, spirit needle, gold hammer, jade charm, magic, magic All kinds of spiritual treasures and secret arts were smashed to the ground. These disciples of the ancient sect are of high value, and almost have a spiritual treasure in their hands. In particular, the five or six Golden elixir friars had more than a medium-sized spiritual treasure.

After all, those who can come to the top of Mount Tai to fight for immortality are basically the most elite disciples of the ancient sects. What's good in the clan's door naturally piled on them.

Countless magic weapons, like a ribbon of light, are pushed horizontally. Before their power, they make people in the secular world lose their color.

"Hiss, that's too strong. It's just like a fireworks convention. "

Someone hit the tongue.

These ancient people, with one stroke, can be comparable to the peak gold elixir. So many people join hands, just like a regiment of fire coverage, earth shaking, is the true king, all may not dare to hard. In particular, the two ice crystal spirit blades of Bai yunshang are as cold as mountains and rivers, just like two rainbow running through the sun.

Many people, at this time, finally understand.

Why did people in ancient times regard Chinese martial arts as vulgar ants. Because only these disciples are enough for most masters. Not to mention the many true kings of the great sects in ancient times.

"The light of fireflies and candles dare to contend with the bright moon?"

Leaf dust hummed, not only the palm, the whole body, all began to bloom out of the bright god awn. Among the layers of blue light, there are countless golden runes inlaid in them. The whole body of Ye Chen is covered by the blue and gold light, just like the divine iron.

At this time, although his cultivation realm was not completely restored, the three deities had recovered to the peak!

"Bang!"

In this way, relying on his body, he just rushed into many magic weapons and Taoist Arts, regardless of it. He took the spirit treasure with his bare hands and swept it directly.

Push all enemies with one hand!

"Shua

A purple shadow flying sword was cut on Ye Chen's body, making the sound of metal ringing, just like splitting on steel. Leaf dust body surface that bright blue gold light, like a piece of immortal god gold.

Ye Chen is standing there.

A piece of Lingbao hit him, but the leaf dust did not move, no harm at all. As if in his eyes, each of these blows is enough to split a building, comparable to the golden elixir, the strong hand, but useless.

"Bang Dang!"

Ye Chen grabs a golden hammer the size of a watermelon. This gold hammer is forged from refined steel. The runes on it are dense and shining with thunder light. It is extremely heavy and weighs thousands of Jin. It was sacrificed by a monk at the peak of the world. One blow was enough to break all the stones as big as the millstone.

However, when he got to Ye Chen's hand, he was pressed into dough cakes by the leaf dust.

"Poof, my Haotian hammer."

A disciple of the ancient sect vomited blood directly. His cultivation was not enough, there was no gold elixir, and he relied on blood sacrifice to control the spirit treasure. Therefore, once the spirit treasure was destroyed, his mind and spirit were implicated and seriously damaged.

This is only the first one. Every time ye Chen raises his hand, one Lingbao is scrapped.

Many disciples of the ancient sect, one by one, vomited blood and regressed, their eyes were full of chilly color.

"He is strong, and his body absolutely surpasses Zhenjun. He is already comparable to Da Bei Zen master of Longxiang temple and reaches the legendary state of great Vajra."

A blood corpse door disciple exclaimed.

The blood corpse gate is famous for controlling ghosts and driving away corpses, but the bronze armor corpse he controls is irrigated with pure gold, which is enough to withstand missile bombardment. But even ye Chen couldn't catch a slap and was photographed as smashed.

"Ding Ding --!"

It is the two "ice crystal spirit blade" of Bai yunshang, which are both blocked by Ye Chen's wave. The spirit blade was cut on Ye Chen's arm, and the cold air of ten thousand years, which was cold enough to penetrate the bones, did not affect Ye Chen at all.The unity of the three spirits is almost immortal!

It's terrifying.

"The body of this man is really close to the peak of the real king, even the emperor."

The white cloud dress also does not change slightly by the look, in the beautiful eye flash a silk wave.

Although she didn't give her all her strength just now, ye Chen blocked her with her body and didn't hurt her. This kind of terrifying defense is only seen on the top of several ancient sects, as well as those who are strong at the top of physical training or spirit beasts.

"Die!"

Ye Chen's arms were shocked, and the blood of terror soared into the sky. The bright blue and gold light directly condensed into a large light palm, which was photographed out of thin air. With a slap, there were three or four disciples of the ancient sect. They had no time to escape and were patted into meat cakes.

"Run away."

All of them turn pale at the same time, and they want to escape from the magic weapon.

But the speed of Ye Chen was too fast. He broke the sound barrier in an instant and pulled out a long white mark in the air, just like the sound of a whistle. Each punch can easily crush several disciples of the ancient sect. Even if it's just a fit, you can smash each other's body with body protection spirit treasure.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Ye Chen killed more than ten people in a row.

The others were almost frightened, and each of them urged the secret arts to escape one after another. The five or six disciples of the golden elixir realm, in particular, ran faster than the rabbit.

"You can't escape."

The body shape of Ye Chen is like a fleeting shadow.

He flashed behind a man in white. The man in white has a great breath. He is a master of the golden elixir. He is even stronger than Gu Jingtian. He is close to Lei Lingzi and Xu Anmin.

Zhang Wenhua, the son of changfengge generation.

Although Zhang Wenhua is not a Taoist immortal, he can also rank in the top ten among the younger generation of the whole ancient sect. In particular, a long wind real skill, practice to the extreme, not relying on external forces, a breath of Changfeng real Qi is enough to move mountains and fill the sea.

"Hoo!"

I saw Zhang Wenhua turn his head and spit out a white practice like Tianhe. White training horizontal sky, into dozens of feet of white rainbow. It was full of vigorous Qi, enough to crush steel. Even a bomber here will be ground to pieces by Bai Lian.

Changfeng Pavilion is a great religion in ancient times. It stands side by side with Longxiang temple and shenlei mountain, relying on this breath of Changfeng.

"There's something about it, but it's not concise enough."

Ye Chen said faintly, and with a slight blow, he scattered the Hunyuan genuine Qi that Zhang Wenhua had accumulated for decades. Then he reached out and patted him directly on top of Zhang Wenhua's head.

"I'm not willing to..."

The body of Changfeng pavilion was smashed in an instant. A transparent spirit leaped out of his head and wanted to escape. He was directly smashed by the divine awn of Ye Chen's whole body.

And this, this is just the beginning!