As soon as this remark came out, Cheng Qian had already reacted first, and he made a move to cut it out over and over again, as if a splendid aura of the bright wind and moon was pushed over, and the third prince was indeed restrained by the swallowed dragon soul, and he did not dare to be sharp. , Just as he was about to retreat, Yan Zhengming's sword had already been pressed down by the air.

For a moment, Han Yuan's hand moved before his heart, as if one move would become a success, but before the real yuan was sent, his body suddenly changed its owner.

The heart demon sneered: "What's the fun? Do you remember a few tricks for swinging the wooden sword? You don't need to show off the three-legged cat's kung fu."

Before the words were finished, Han Yuan's whole body had already turned into a demon dragon. He suddenly raised his head and roared, as if to empty out all the depression in his chest for a hundred years. Resentment alarmed.

The soaring demonic energy completely cut off the escape route of the Third Prince.

The body of the third prince disappeared suddenly, and everyone only heard an earth-shattering scream.

Everyone took a short break from the fight and stared at the place invariably.

Only Tang Zhen frowned.

Li Yun first breathed a sigh of relief, then he noticed something, jumped up abruptly, and hissed: "Be careful!"

His voice fell, and in the blink of an eye, the eyes of the entire Bone Transformation Array actually moved.

The third prince seemed to have turned into a huge vortex, and once again sucked in all the sword qi, frost qi, and demon qi wrapped around him.

His whole person seems to have turned into a ball, and his flesh is like a pig urine bubble filled with water, and it bursts out of oil - his facial features have been deformed, his eyes are popping out, and there seems to be something crawling under the skin like a worm , looks terrifying.

The three masters can pull the mountain and divide the sea with a single blow, can the soul of the real dragon be swallowed in one bite?

The third prince stretched out his angered hands, pressed the popped eyes back without haste, and said in a slow and soft voice, "Why, are you listed as only this skill? That's really disappointing... …”

Li Yun suddenly had a terrifying guess in his heart, and blurted out: "I know, he is an eye formation and an formation, and he is a bone formation formation!"

"Making the body into a formation," Tang Zhen tightened the spider web in his hand, "As expected of a person who has been an emperor, he is very brave."

Li Yun: "Senior Tang, don't speak rude words, you are well-informed, think of a way!"

Before Tang Zhen had time to speak, he saw that the world began to close in the middle.

The third prince turned to Yan Zhengming and said with a smile, "Good sword."

Yan Zhengming's hair stood up, the situation in the formation suddenly changed, and the Yuanshen he had just released all turned to himself for a while. The next moment, the wooden sword in his hand was not automatic, and Cheng Qian, through his connection with the wooden sword, came to him in an instant.

Yan Zhengming: "Little Dive!"

The unparalleled sword intent came to Cheng Qian, and suddenly turned into the same severe cold as him. In a blink of an eye, he was frozen in it, like a bug sealed in amber, the frost blade rolled down, and Han Yuan was waiting. Then, a light leaked from the sleeve of the third prince, and he was rolled in together with the frost blade in an instant.

Yan Zhengming was nailed to the spot for a while.

The next moment, he saw that there seemed to be a flash of white light in Cheng Qian's hair, and then he came back to his senses. Cheng Qian was still wearing his puppet charm.

Yan Zhengming's breath stuck in his chest was spit out, and his chest was numb for a while.

The sky and the earth are getting closer and closer, and all the people with Yujian in the air are forced to fall, and the sky and the earth are only a few feet high.

At this moment, Wu Changtian suddenly threw off You Liang's hand that was supporting him, and pinched a series of complicated and dizzying hand tricks in his hand.

You Liang's eyes widened suddenly, and the blood on his face instantly faded.

I saw Wu Changtian pointing to the sky and the ground. Suddenly, the whole person disappeared in place. After a while, a huge figure appeared behind everyone. Wu Changtian held up the constantly merging world with his hands and feet. Long and tall, inch by inch will lift the falling sky curtain up.

For a moment, he was like the legendary Pangu god who created the world.

Wu Changtian looked at the third prince from a distance in the void of the formation, and asked, "Your Majesty, can you become a god after swallowing up the talents of the hundred generations and the world, the sun and the moon?"

The three princes are no longer in human form, the large brocade dragon robe belt is dead without a body, and the robe is propped up by him into a ball full of splendor in the world. For a time, his voice is unclear.

The third prince said: "If I swallow the power, I will be the power, and if I swallow the world, I will be the world."

Wu Changtian took a deep breath, and suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, his body increased by more than a zhang for a while, leaving a huge footprint on the ground, the sky in the bone formation was "poof" The ground made a movement as if it was leaking air.

The third prince screamed, and a rounded arm burst open on the spot.

At this time, the suppressed sword energy gathered from all directions, and the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand unstoppably drew a "very prosperous", as if the entire Sword God Realm was overturned by his sword, and it was actually the same as that day in the secret realm of the Heart Demon Valley inheritance. , the meaning of the sword in the hand of the inheritor is exactly the same—

Yan Zhengming: "Yes, if you devour the sun and the moon, your old man will be able to soar into a tengu!"

Can he swallow any more?

A look of fear finally appeared on the third prince's face.

At this moment, a crack suddenly opened in the light ball that Han Yuan had swallowed, and then, the blood-smelling magical energy that belonged to the magic cultivator leaked out, instantly wrapping the light ball in a cloud of black air. Then, with a soft sound, the demon dragon suddenly broke out of the wall and fell to the ground, transforming into Han Yuan, who was described as láng.

I saw him shaking his Panlong robe without changing his face, and sneered: "It turned out to be the secret realm of Sansheng, isn't this thing for those upright gentlemen who can't hold it up? Wouldn't you give me the number one devil in the world? làng fee!"

After he finished speaking, he threw something out of his robe sleeve and shouted, "Next!"

It was Frostblade.

The frost blade infused with the true essence of the dragon flew straight towards Cheng Qian, hitting the thick ice surface heavily, and then a small crack opened on the ice surface.

The next moment, the sword qi that belonged to "withered wood meets chūn" leaked out from a silent and invisible place, like a vine, and it really hooked the fingertips of the frost blade.

As long as there is a line, there must be vitality——

Gentle Sword Intent pulled the fierce sword away, only to hear a crisp sound, and a large amount of True Essence crowded out from the gap, instantly turning the entire ice cube into a pile of powder.

Cheng Qian's eyelashes seemed to have a layer of frost, and the hairband at the back of his head fell as if it had cracked.

Frost Blade picked up the falling snow on one shoulder, like an icy hood, trapping the Third Prince firmly in place.

With a loud bang, Yan Zhengming's sword arrived.

Wu Changtian cried out in pain, and at the same time pushed the sky up in the Bone Transformation Formation.

The heaven and the earth smashed apart, and the third prince made a crackling sound, and then it shattered into a handful of ice slag.

The world is falling apart in the false formation.

The bone formation fell apart.

Wu Changtian's giant shadow staggered, as if looking down at You Liang.

The expression on his face was like sadness and joy, and then, the whole person suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and his fleshly body turned into a fog and went away with the wind.

chuī is here, it seems like a long-awaited reunion.

It seems that without knowing it, the day and night have passed, and the dawn is breaking again.

You Liang was dumbfounded, unable to make a sound.

After the catastrophe for the rest of their lives, no matter whether it is the righteous path or the magical path, everyone stood there in a daze for a while, and stopped their hands in unison.

Han Yuan looked back at the Sansheng Mystery Realm that had long since disappeared. don't know what he remembered, but a smile that was almost calm suddenly appeared on his face that was always switching between dazed pain or viciousness.

Cheng Qian's legs softened, and he used the frost blade to prop up the ground, but he didn't hold it, and stumbled to the ground.

His arm had lost strength, and within a day, the frost blade almost slipped from his hand again, and he was caught by him, and the veins on the back of his hand jumped out.

Then, someone caught him.

Someone was saying something in his ear. The next moment, a familiar hand opened his mouth and stuffed him with an elixir. The bitter taste turned into a breath of fresh air, which penetrated from the top of his head to his limbs. Hundreds of bones.

Only then did Cheng Qian come back to his senses, and his tensed body instantly loosened, he thought, "Oh, it's the senior brother."

Immediately, his hand that was holding onto the frost blade suddenly loosened, and he let it fall to the ground without any worries.

Volume 5 Back to Basics

Chapter 93

When Cheng Qian woke up, he was already in the stone mustard seed.

Before the sun had risen to the mid-heaven, the stone mustard had turned into the kind of small courtyard that was stretched out by the Vermilion Bird Tower.

A hand was placed on his forehead.

Cheng Qian pulled the hand down, and when he opened his eyes, he saw himself lying on the lap of his senior brother.

Yan Zhengming's palm has several new broken wounds. If you look closely, there are also the calluses left by holding the sword for a long time, which seems to be covered with old wind and frost. Now there is only a seemingly smooth back of the hand, which is still there. Pretend to be easy on your own.

Yan Zhengming let him hold it, but he didn't give a good face. He raised his brows, made an impatient expression of the boss, and said, "Get up quickly when you wake up, your legs are numb."

Cheng Qian was so soft that he had no strength, leaned on his thigh and looked at him fixedly.

Yan Zhengming was uncomfortably stared at by his straightforward gaze, so he said, "Almost frozen into a zombie? Let's see if you try again next time..."

Cheng Qian suddenly didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he put his hand to his mouth without saying hello, and gently kissed the back of his hand.

Yan Zhengming couldn't stop scolding immediately, he was full of restraint and took a sigh of relief, and at the same time shivered slightly, crookedly reluctantly held back the illusion of calmness, and his tongue was knotted for a while, feeling that he was a little "out" tender charcoal".

He murmured for a while, then said in a low voice, "I don't think you're seriously injured, and you still have the heart to tease the Sect Master."

When Sect Master Yan said this, his face was expressionless, his expression was dignified and somewhat solemn, as if he could go to the errand to save the undead right away, but his voice was so gentle that he could pinch the water, and he was very serious in his seriousness.