Chapter 788

The two spirits of war split the waves and turned into two long dragons, threatening Shenhua. One is half black and half white, which looks very mysterious, and the other is as white as snow, which seems to fade away and return to nature.

The two spirits of war crossed a hundred paces and crashed together. A huge ripple wave was set off in the middle of the pool. The huge wave was entangled and spread in all directions.

Nanli remained motionless, Luo Chuan shook slightly and stepped back three steps.

Two people, a third-order Taoist priest and a second-order Taoist priest, are both illegal. Although their strength is close, they can also be higher or lower.

"Zhou Zhihao, why are you still hiding and not showing your real strength."

Nanli sneered, and drew his right hand to his side at random. There were ripples. A plum shadow floated from the water waves and became light in an instant.

Plum shadows are stacked, and the snow falls without trace.

It suddenly snows heavily at the bottom of the pond. The snowflakes are numerous and evolve into plum blossoms. Between plum blossoms and snow, they participate in the battle.

In an instant, plum snow spread from the south to the bottom of his hand and turned into a plum Road, which was paved directly to the bottom of Luochuan's feet.

Luo Chuan looked at Mei Lu at the bottom of his feet, his eyes flashed a mass of Shenhua, his right hand shook, and the power of life and death was thrown out like a whip, pointing to Mei Xue.

Pop!

Luo Chuan's Daoli draws Mei Xue and releases a skill with his backhand. Daoli seems to be endowed with spirituality and has his own life, just like a big hand lifting Mei Lu.

WOW!

The plum and snow all over the sky seem to be traceless, but in fact they run and rotate according to their own tracks, just like the stars in the sky, stars rise and fall, derived by nature, full of endless changes.

As soon as Luochuan's heart lake swung, there was a trace of vigilance in his heart. He just wanted to take back the Taoist power. One after another, snow plum walked like a snake tail, wrapped around the Taoist power whip, and instantly drowned Luochuan's Taoist power.

"Although we are greedy, we also know when to let go. If you don't let go, you can only fall into the plum snow bucket of our way."

Nanli smiled, his eyes burst, his arms seemed to stretch infinitely, and patted the snow plum all over the sky.

Under his secret Dharma, Xuemei climbed up Luochuan's wrist along the Taoist whip, instantly covered her arms and spread upward until Luochuan was submerged.

There is a white "Star" in the center of the pool. The star runs round and round. Every moment is stirring and pulling the pool. Circles of vortices float in the depths of the pool. Each vortex is affecting another vortex. The closer the relationship between vortices, the greater the power of fighting.

At the next moment, the whole pool fell into the Mei Xuedou number from the south. The Dou number evolved and created the pool water. Luochuan fell into the Mei Xuedou number, deeper and deeper.

"Zhou Zhihao, do you really have this means?"

South away from the suspended water wave, the demon is handsome, tall and huge, with purple hair, flying snow and sky, just like the source of snow plum.

Looking at Luo Chuan, who has fallen into the snow plum duel and has little power to fight back, Nanli has no slightest contempt, pays high attention, points with ten fingers, constantly pinches out the printing method and changes the snow plum duel.

As a blasphemer, he suffered losses in Luochuan's hands twice in a row. Nanli will never underestimate this mysterious young opponent.

At this time, Luochuan suddenly sank and disappeared into the deep vortex of Xuemei.

Nanli's pupil contracted, and his eyes showed disbelief: "it shouldn't be like this..."

Before his voice fell, a mysterious and ferocious breath came out from the deep whirlpool of Xuemei.

As soon as Nanli's face changed, a mass of golden light rushed into the sky and scattered the regular ripples in the pool.

The roar sounded from the bottom of the pool!

What appeared in Nanli's eyes was a golden giant ape!

The giant ape is full of evil spirit in his eyes and crazy in his face. He dances with a huge stick and shakes a fierce wind! As the wind reached, Xuemei flew away one after another. In the twinkling of an eye, she was scattered by the giant ape!

On the shoulder of the great ape, the young man in the cloth robe stood with his hands down, staring at Nanli coldly, with cold eyes.

After his cultivation broke through the realm of Taoist power, Luo Chuan showed his former method again, which seemed to have a new feeling. Although the twelve stars and evil spirits can be used in the true Dan realm, even in the true Tao realm, it does not reduce its power at all. On the contrary, under the life and death power of Luochuan, its power is finally released to the greatest extent.

Moving mountains, crazy apes come out, crazy.

Although Xuemei Dou number was calculated carefully, there was no leakage, but it was torn open by the crazy ape moving the mountain, and took Luo Chuan away from the control range of Xuemei Dou number.

"Hum."

A trace of complexity flashed in Nanli's eyes, curious and pleased.

If Luo Chuan is so vulnerable, Fang will be defeated as soon as he makes a move. He will not be happy, he will only feel lost.

"Nanli, it's not my hand. I'm just afraid I'll kill it if my hand is too heavy. It's too boring."

Luo Chuan shows the appearance of moving mountain crazy ape. The appearance is generated by the heart and the state of mind becomes the appearance. There is also a trace of madness in his tone, and his tone is arrogant.

"Well, it depends on who kills who first."

Nanli laughed, ran on the snow, turned into a rainbow, and swept among the snow plum trees.

Xuemei evolved into a number of fights, one snow, one boundary, one plum and one domain. A South distance appeared on each Xuemei.

One hundred snow plums are one hundred South departures, one thousand snow plums are one thousand South departures, and countless snow plums are tens of thousands of South departures. Xuemei blossomed and grew larger, more than two people were tall and long, and poured into Luochuan.

Countless Nanli's feet trample on the dense snow plum like ant clouds. They grow and fantasize with each other. They are both real and false, but they all hold the breath of Nanli's real body.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Nanli angrily on a snow plum in the southwest.

"Zhou Zhihao, why don't you give the snake man to our Tao, and our Tao will bypass you? How about it?" he said with a faint smile on a snow plum in the northeast and away from the corner of his mouth in the south.

"If you don't learn the way of fighting numbers, it's difficult to ask the way in the world. Zhou Zhihao, what's the way you cultivate?" he asked in a deep voice, looking majestic from the South on a snow plum just ahead.

Tens of thousands of Nanli began to ask questions at the same time, laughing, angry or scolding. All kinds of words turned into a torrent into Luochuan's ears. The sound contained Taoist power, which made Luochuan's ears buzzing.

Luo Chuan also sent out a cold hum, put away the crazy ape phase of moving mountains, and waves of ripples appeared all over his body, becoming blurred. Seven different lights flowed around Luo Chuan.

When tens of thousands of Xuemei were about to submerge Luochuan, Luochuan's body shook and split into seven petals, each of which became a method and a phase.

Whoosh!

Luo Chuan uses the seven methods to escape. All the seven methods become one phase, either angry or laughing, scolding or angry.

"Change!"

The fire phase in the East opens its mouth and spits out a force of cause and effect. Everything in the world has cause and effect. There is no end to creation and cause and effect.

The power of cause and effect immediately flows the body of the seven dharmas. The body of the seven dharmas shakes violently and turns into seven torrents of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder. Countless people emerge from each torrent.

The seven Dharma torrents gathered again, and countless Luochuan appeared at the bottom of the pond.

Different from Nanli, these Luochuan are divided into seven categories, each of which implies a true meaning of the law, lifelike, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the false!

Deep in the bottom of the pond, Luochuan and Nanli fight together, as if the two countries were at war, thousands of troops and horses, hitting and fighting!

In the past, when Luo Chuan opened Beijing in the summer of Tiannan, he used this move to fight ran Qingyi, the favored son of heaven, in the Taoist temple. Therefore, he is no stranger.

However, at that time, the seven dharmas were illusory, like clay sculptures and bubbles. They had empty power but no real power.

After many years, Luo Chuan, who has stepped into the second level of the true Tao and refined the two moral principles, once again performed the past seven Dharma Dun technique, which has been able to turn corruption into magic, fully played the power of this set of magical skills created by Li Xuangan, and even made progress on the basis of Li Xuangan, releasing the potential real power of the seven Dharma Dun technique.

At this time, if someone sneaks into the bottom of the pool, he will be surprised to find that the bottom of the pool is as deep as a beehive. Countless figures tremble fiercely, winning and losing, injuring and dying, but it seems endless. It is difficult to judge which side has the upper hand.

At this time, both Tian she Zhen Jun and Bai Yu have retreated to one side. They are angry with each other, but they have no intention of war. They pay close attention to the war between Luochuan and Nanli.

Such a fierce battle can be called a war even if there are only two people on both sides.

Just then, from the waterfall on the pond, there were bursts of breaking wind.

God snake Zhenjun's face was tight and whispered, "they're coming!"

Luo Chuan and Nan Li's eyes changed at the same time.

In a moment, countless Luochuan and countless Nanli quickly gathered together, rippling waves of lifting and overlapping at the bottom of the pond, and converged into a person in the twinkling of an eye. There was only less than a hundred steps between each other.

"Here they are. It seems that they have found the trace left by me." Nanli looked at Luo Chuan and smiled.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Luo Chuan asked in a deep voice, with an ordinary look.

"You can't always let me carry the black pot for you."

Nanli smiled and suddenly swept out. Two purple lights floated in his eyes. His arms waved with great force. The water waves turned into a long dragon and vented wildly on both sides.

"I thought I wanted to use them, but now it seems I don't have to. Zhou Zhihao, you also made a mistake, that is, you are too close to me."

Nanli's voice fell, and the man appeared in front of Luo Chuan, with a confident smile on his face, reaching out and patting Luo Chuan on the shoulder.

Bang!

As the top leader in demon cultivation, Nanli's physical combat path has always been his biggest support, not weaker than Mei Xuedou's number.

When he met the friar in front of him twice, he used mana, and his identity was self-evident.

Between heaven and earth, which human Friar's body can compete with the top demons?

But when Nanli's palm patted Luochuan's shoulder, there was no reason to float a strange feeling at the bottom of his heart, which was very wrong.

Suddenly, Nanli reacted.

After the young friar in front of him was slapped, it seemed as if nothing had happened. The blood on his shoulder flowed as before, and there was no sign of serious injury or obstruction.

Nanli caused an uproar at the bottom of his heart. He didn't exert all his strength because he didn't want to kill his opponent. But even so, with this slap, any Taoist monk in Huangting will be beaten with broken shoulders and seriously injured. The opponent has nothing in front of him.

too bad! Fooled!

Nanli was so worried that he wanted to do his best, but it was too late.

Luo Chuan's hand did not know when it had been put on Nanli's shoulder. He shook his arms and raised Nanli like a green onion in the dry land.