MTL - Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World-Chapter 1363 Dagger

When Baiyun Daozu saw the sudden emergence of the two demonic army, the blood on his face faded instantly, and the body about to fly out stopped immediately.

At this moment, with the two beeps, two figures flashed.

One of them was a middle-aged man in a snow suit, about forty years old, with white hair, a few inches of hair, and a pure white color. His whole body exuded an icy atmosphere, and his expression was very cold. As if an ice cube man.

The other was a pygmy man less than five feet tall, with a cinnabar face, a distiller's nose reddish like a flame, and a gentle smile.

The breath on both of them is unfathomable. Both are Dao ancestors, standing side by side with Baiyun Dao ancestors, blocking them in front of ancient or modern people.

"Devil! There are real spirits in the barren realm! Why are they here?"

Even though the people in Yaochi cultivated their vision to be first-class in today's fairyland, when they saw such a battle, the first thought in their hearts naturally shouted, and they all left the table and gathered near ancient or modern people.

Cangwu Zhenjun waved a red light, covering Mengpo, Yu Menghan and others, and flew to the ancestors of the heavenly courts.

The blue shadow flashed, and another group of people appeared beside Cangwu Zhenjun and others, headed by a burly man with blue hair and blue beard. His cultivation was unpredictable, and he was also a Taoist ancestor.

"Friends in the wind." Cangwu Zhenjun's eyes flickered, and he arched his hand toward the burly man.

"Friends of Cangwu," said the burly man with a smile.

The situation at the Bodhi Banyan changed abruptly. At this moment, the two foreign ancestors, although they had not had a deep friendship before, were now subconsciously standing together.

At this moment, an old man in a red robe flew over and landed beside Cangwu Zhenjun and the burly man.

The top of this old man is bare and has no hair, and his cheeks are dry and thin, with a vulva, his eyes are bright and sharp, like two knives, straight into the heart, but also a Taoist ancestor.

"Feng Daoyou, Cangwu Daoyou, Zhen is polite here. Now the situation is a bit confusing. The old man came to the two Daoyou to rest here, two wouldn't mind?" The old man in the red robe laughed.

"It turned out to be Zhen Daoyou. You came here by car. I and Feng Daoyou were too late to welcome. Why would you mind?" Cangwu Zhenjun and the burly man exchanged eyes and smiled.

The old man in the red robe, Zhen Mingshiyin, is an old-fashioned monk ancestor. He has been confined to a small fairyland for a long time, has a strange temperament, and has not created sects to inherit the Taoist method. There are also many legends left.

With the joining of Zhen Shiyin, the strength of the three of them has improved a lot, and they have a better grasp of the storm.

Most of the ancestors of the Immortal Realms who attended the Bodhi Banquet in Yaochi this time may not be close to each other. Generally, only the descendants are sent here. The true Taoist ancestor is only Cangwu Zhenjun.

Therefore, seeing the three men standing together, many monks gathered immediately.

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Looking at Han Li's mouth with a faint smile, his expression of calmness, how can there be panic trapped in a large array.

This scene fell into the eyes of the four people, such as Yew Mengyuan, and made the four of them uneasy. In the face of a person who was not even the ancestor of the Tao, they felt inexplicably afraid.

Previously, no matter what the contradiction was, how displeasing they were to each other. Once they entered the large array, they completely let go, and the joint goal of annihilating the enemy was the only goal.

The headed Yew did not answer, but glanced left and right, and nodded toward Donglihu and Zhu Yan.

The two immediately realized that their bodies were scattered towards the left and right, forming a simple encirclement trend for Han Li. Only Mengyuan remained behind, and his body was just blocked by Yew.

Han Li's eyes flickered a little, and he thought secretly.

Judging from the fact that he had just blocked his own green bamboo bee and cloud sword, the Dongli Tiger seemed to be studying the law of the mountain under the power of the laws of soil attributes. Most of it was a kind of force and defense, which was not easy to break.

And the purple-clad woman and the ugly old man could attack with him head-on. It must also be a good at attacking the law. Only the last person who was blocked in the rear, if he was not good at killing the front, there must be some killing tricks hidden.

No matter which one, that person will undoubtedly be the first to be killed.

Han Li's thoughts had just settled. The void in front of him was a violent wave, and a sea of ​​fiery purple flames burst out without warning and flew towards him.

"Zi Yan ... the power of the Fire Attribute Rule." Han Li thought, his body had already receded quickly.

At the same time, a huge golden treasure wheel suddenly emerged from behind him, and the golden light sprang up, and the golden light flew out from it, covering the surrounding void.

Those purple flames that came after Fang Yi entered the area of ​​influence of the Mantra Treasure Wheel, the speed of the forward surge was greatly reduced, and Han Li got rid of it.

However, where the flames touched the golden light, bursts of crackling sounds continued to sound, and the golden light that contained the power of the rich time law suddenly melted away.

At this moment, among the purple flames, a figure immersed in the fire suddenly burst out from it, holding a purple flame sword in his hand, and stabbed at Han Li's heart.

Han Li had been prepared for this. He suddenly lifted a punch in the waist and slammed it into the opponent's sword tip.

"Boom"

A burst of explosive power swept away instantly, and numerous purple fireballs burst apart like a peacock.

Before Han Li withdrew his fist, a golden light flashed from above his head, and a huge mountain fell from the sky and pressed down towards Han Li.

Above the golden peak, there is a layer of thick yellow clouds, which emits a strong breath of the laws of soil properties. When it falls, it seems to press the entire void into a downward sink.

Han Li looked up to the sky and saw underneath the peak of the mountain, engraved with a few giant ancient inscriptions "Gongzheng Wuyue".

He turned around with the other hand and patted it into the sky.

A layer of golden light burst out, a huge palm print flying towards the sky, slamming at the bottom of the mountain peak, and the sudden sinking of the mountain peak caused a sudden stagnation.

I saw that the four large characters of the five shocks suddenly plunged downward, and a huge palmprint emerged.

However, the mountain peak only fell slightly, and fell down again without hindrance.

Han Li frowned, raised his palm, and hurled upwards. With one palm, he directly supported the mountain steadily.

But his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his legs stood up again.

"Again ..."

Suddenly there was a loud drink from the sky, and a golden light fell from the sky and fell outside the golden peak.

In the golden light, the figure of Dongli Tiger emerged, but the whole body was dazzling with a layer of golden light. At this moment, the whole person looked like a golden armor **** who passed down the ancient times. People dare not look straight.

I saw his hand spread out and hold it in front of him, with one hand pointing like a pen, portraying in the palm of his hand.

With his finger swiping, "pen" took away the dragon and snake, and the three characters "Shouyang Mountain" quickly appeared on his palm.

These three-character strokes are different from ordinary ones. They look like written text, but they are very similar to the characters. Each stroke and each painting are connected together, like a cloud and a stream of water, and it seems that there are some undulating illusions.

The pen was written with a flash of gold in the palm of his hand, and a huge mountain peak like a bean emerged, suspended side by side with another mountain the size of a rice grain.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a loud noise of "Boom!"

A golden light descended from the sky again, and a giant golden peak twice as large as this peak came out again and hit the peak heavily.

"Boom boom boom ..."

A huge ripple surged, turning into a circle of golden light waves spreading around.

Han Li, who was below the mountain peak, shook his body, his arms bent sharply, and the top of his head was almost in the palm of his previous shot.

When he wanted to take the other arm back, the purple sword wrapped by the purple flame of the Yew tree suddenly sharpened a point, and stabbed at him again, forcing him to pass his fist again.

Han Li, with one punch and one palm, met two Daozus at the same time.

At the same time, the "tall five peaks" on the Huangshan continent in the moving mountain fairyland had an unpredictable earthquake, and the entire peak shattered in a huge earthquake.

Donglihu is the Taoist ancestor of the law of the mountain. As long as he is willing, he can connect all the veins of any place in Xianyu and move any mountain peak.

But now he is in the ten-square-massive formation. He will also be affected by the formation method, but it is not as harsh as Han Li. Although he cannot directly call the true form of the mountain, he can call the true meaning of the mountain, which is equally powerful.

Seeing that Han Li can still support his one-armed arm, Dongli Tiger once again mobilized the power of a rule and wrote the words "Shenyuan Peak" in the palm of his hand. The pen was written and turned into a black bean-sized mountain peak. Hanging in the palm.

Immediately after that, there was a loud bang!

Another golden light condensed from the sky and fell directly on the Shouyang Mountain.

With great force, Han Li was unable to fully resist it with one hand. He lifted his shoulders and carried three mountains with the power of Daozu's principles in one hand and one shoulder.

Under the mountains, Han Li's body looks a little small, but the corner of his mouth is always smiling.

His head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were obliquely looking at the ugly old woman who had never shot, only to see the man hanging in the void, with strange marks in his hands, his body flashing alternately brightly and darkly Move.

I don't know why, except for the one hidden behind him, it was Han Li who was most vigilant.