Chapter 302

Looking at the statue of the abandoned Immortal King, the demon king felt that his scalp was exploding, and the cold sweat on his forehead came down. The statue of the fairy king is very terrible and is recovering rapidly. A tremendous momentum rose from the statue.

The towering eyes of the statue burst like the sun, shining brightly on the whole lost kingdom. The abandoned Immortal King's head turned and fixed on the demon king outside the country.

Then, his eyes breathed out the light of the river breaking the dyke, as if the waves were rolling. Then, in the eyes of everyone's panic, Mou Guang separated a hundred thousand sword Qi, and then a million!

"Abandon the Immortal King's congenital Xuangang!" Huangfu Shoutian was surprised. In the ancient books of the kingdom of God, he once saw the unique skill of the former Emperor, that is, one million congenital Xuangang.

Congenital Xuangang is bred by heaven and earth. It is only the size of a thumb and can easily crack other people's spirits.

This is the essence of Geng gold. It is extremely sharp. At the moment of losing the kingdom of God, everyone feels the sting of the shock of the spirit.

Whew, whew, millions of congenital Xuangang burst open, the sky is dense, the sound of breaking the air sounded, shooting at those extraterritorial demons.

Ah!

A scream came, and an extraterritorial demon was preparing to retreat, but the bright sword went straight through his head and nailed him to the palace.

Then his whole body burst apart and dissipated into the void.

At the same time, all the extraterritorial demons only feel that they are locked by a powerful idea. Congenital Xuangang, like sword rain, constantly burst out.

Earth shaking screams are heard one after another over the Lost Kingdom of God. All the foreign demons are killed!

Just a moment's time, it was all erased!

"You... Who are you?" Looking at Meng Xuan, the demon king outside the country was shocked. He was even more shocked. He has great accomplishments and talent, but he has no chance of winning against the statue of the king of abandoning immortals!

The king of abandoning the immortals looked at the demon king outside the territory, and millions of congenital Xuangang flew back. In the hands of the king of abandoning the immortals, he condensed into a sword of the sun. The sword was shining, and the sound of Ding Ding Ding was ringing.

Then the statue cut a sword. That sword, terrible to the extreme, breathed out a hundred Zhang long sword. That cut, like the creation of heaven and earth, the void is directly cut open, half up, half down, void crack spread.

Outside the territory, the demon king spewed out a big bell, a piece of yellow and orange, flashing rainbow light.

Ding, that cut directly opened the clock, sparks splashed, the clock into two. The demon king outside the country made a crazy roar. He was scared to the extreme and turned around to run away.

In a flash, the shield was hundreds of miles away and rushed to the lost sea. But the sword, like the maggot of tarsal bone, followed and cut it in half.

The sword fell into the lost sea. Suddenly, the whole lost sea separated and exposed the bottom of the sea. A huge whirlpool appeared, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

The king of abandoning immortals then recovered his peace, and his eyes were fixed on Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan is also looking at him in a daze. The king of abandoning immortals is loyal, and is more reliable than Lin Huang, song lifeI and others.

"Are we going to fight?"

"Did the prince disturb the statue's sleep?"

They didn't understand what happened, and they didn't dare to breathe too loud. This is a very strange scene. The king of abandoning immortals is staring at Meng Xuan, and Meng Xuan is also looking at him.

All of a sudden, the statue of abandoned Immortal King made a scene that shocked everyone.

The statue knelt down to Meng Xuan as if it were divine. It was very respectful. It lowered its head and presented the huge sword composed of millions of congenital Xuangang in both hands.

Meng Xuan turned slightly and sighed: "keep it for yourself."

But the statue is very stubborn, still do not get up, head down. Everyone was slightly moved. Who is the prince, a statue, kneeling down to him!

Meng Xuan hesitated for a while, then went forward, took the sword, turned into countless congenital Xuangang, into his eyebrow heart.

"Get up, I don't have so much etiquette." Meng Xuan said lightly. The statue stood up and returned to its original position.

Tianya small God King, six princes, seven princes and others feel extremely happy. I didn't expect the prince to have such a killing move. Fortunately, he didn't assassinate him on the eve of his accession to the throne. Otherwise, he didn't even know how to die.

He is too deep to reveal his true identity, and even his real fighting power has not burst out.

Meng Xuan went to the palace, and everyone was afraid to step aside. He was wearing a Dragon Robe, wearing a crown, sword eyebrows, handsome, tall and straight, and had a kind of universal temperament.

Abandoned the sky has disappeared, do not know where to hide. He walked slowly in the direction of the Royal ancestral home, where there was an ancestral hall, just like a palace. Among them, the ancient emperors were worshipped, and there were countless Scripture powers.

Only when you succeed can you enter one of them.

When he stepped into it, the first ones that appeared in front of his eyes were the spiritual tablets, all of which were the former emperors of the past dynasties. After the throne, there are endless bookshelves with jade scriptures on them.

He went to the bookshelf and glanced at it. It was all out of fashion. He couldn't see it at all. As a matter of fact, he doesn't read all the Scriptures here very much. He is only interested in his interpretation of the Vientiane Sutra.

He changed everything from the first world to the third world. I don't know if other worlds have been affected.

He scanned thousands of books, but he didn't find any trace of his Wanxiang Sutra. I only saw many orphans, such as nine pages of Brahma, Fengchan Sutra and so on.

One hundred years ago, Yue Wuchang, 50 years ago, the eight faced Buddha, one person, got a Book of Tao. Meng Xuan only took a look, but he lost interest. He continued to go back, but got nothing.

His brows wrinkled, and there was a color of thought in his eyes. It doesn't make sense. The whole lost kingdom of God has practiced the Sutra of all things. There are absolutely clues in the Royal ancestral land.

But he looked for it for a long time and didn't find it.

Is it just like Meng Tianji's practice, preached in a dream?

He felt that it was impossible for people in a kingdom of God to practice, indicating that there must be a carrier to carry it. He looked around and several pictures on the wall caught his attention.

The first picture shows a fierce animal, the lion with a dragon head, with black body and soft hair, which is very vicious. This is Taotie, he has seen it!

The second one is a flaming red candle, which seems to be burning. It's getting closer, and even has a faint sense of warmth.

The third is a god bird, which is very similar to the legendary golden winged Mirs.

The last few pictures are very vivid, or painted with a real dragon, Phoenix, jade pendant, river bottle, universe tree, and even a vague figure.

A total of 16 paintings, hanging there, very strange.

"It's a little strange. What are you doing with these paintings?" He muttered to himself that these paintings were very unusual. Just thinking about it, there was a roar of panic outside, like something big happened. He rushed out as fast as he could, standing at the gate of the ancestral hall and looking out.

His pupils contracted very quickly, because there was a sea of fog in the sky, and the thick magic gas covered his eyes, so it was difficult to penetrate. Everyone couldn't see what happened, but Meng Xuan saw it!

In the endless black fog, the eight yuan Chen, who had been killed by the abandoned sky, appeared again, suspended in the void, covered with black air.

With two wisdom pearls in his hand, he was in great pain. His body was constantly twisted, and then his whole body was covered with scales. His body was quickly pulled up and suddenly turned into a huge candle dragon!

Then, a big black hand came down from the sky, and seized the candle dragon, which was transformed from a wise man, and took him away!

On the other hand, abandon the sky and roar, the evil spirit is rolling, stretching the body, the body is broken, suddenly turned into a glutton, and the breath is suddenly improved!

Another big hand covering the sky came down from the sky, seized the abandoned sky, dragged into the black hole and disappeared.

Looking at the king, he turned into a magic candle, with a flame on his head, roaring and ferocious face.

He changed the spirit candle, just like Meng Xuan!

Apart from Huangfu's guarding the sky, he abandoned Changkong and all the eight Yuanchen changed into river vases, jade pendants, especially the king of return, and even golden winged Mirs. They were caught by big hands and disappeared.

Meng Xuan was so shocked that he suddenly looked at the sixteen paintings on the wall, and his pupils shrank to the size of Mai mang.

Lost in the kingdom of God, he Hua Vientiane Sutra, mature, so it was harvested!

There is absolutely a Supreme Master who handed down the Sutra of all things, and let the people who lost the kingdom of God practice to complete some kind of ceremony. This is a kind of terrible technique that takes all living beings in the world as the cauldron!

Meng Xuan counted the number, God candle, Taotie, golden winged Mirs, mountain and river bottles, and everything appeared. Fourteen of the 16 paintings were mature!

There are still two unfinished, one is the universe tree, the other is the real dragon!

When the 16 paintings are finished, what can they be melted into?

Meng Xuan didn't dare to think about it. He felt a chill in his heart.

He rushed into the ancestral hall, collected all the sixteen paintings, and then reappeared. The magic fog had not disappeared, and the people did not see what had happened.

The clouds were rolling, and there were endless thoughts above the void, which made a vicissitudes and ancient whisper, and seemed very angry. He spoke an old language, with only one sentence repeating.

Meng Xuan couldn't understand it, but he remembered the pronunciation. Later, he passed the pronunciation to the first part and the second part for them to explore.

After a while, the first part said solemnly, "I have found that this is the language of immortals. What he said is that there are two more. Why didn't he succeed? I'm angry. Erase it