Reverend Insanity: Version 323: Wuyong before the river is trapped in Wuyong
"I can trace the Seven Magical Demon Immortals. [>" This sentence of Iron Face God made Wu Yong's eyebrows suddenly expand.
Originally, after capturing a generation of Seven Fantasy Magic Immortals from the Iron Family, he began to arrange for the Seven Magic Fantasy.
Among the many southern Xinjiang families, the Tie family is undoubtedly the most severe force to strike against the magic road. Especially after the establishment of the magic tower in Tiejia Town, the Tiejia became the top pillar of chasing the demon in the right path.
Immediately, Titanian God urged Xiandao to kill and investigate the traces present.
"Let's go!" After identifying the direction, the iron **** quickly flew towards the east.
Wu Yong and Qiao Zhicai looked at each other, followed closely.
The clues are intermittent, but under the tracking of an experienced iron god, Sanxian is making good progress.
After half an hour, they went back to the blood tide crater again.
Qiao Zhicai was surprised: "Why are you here again?"
Iron Face sneered: "The most dangerous place is the safest place ..."
Qiao Zhicai responded, and couldn't help but praise him in secret: "It's guts."
Wu Yong's eyes swept, cold light overflowed, and after a few breaths, his gaze was fixed in the blood tide crater.
Howl!
The calm surface of the blood tide suddenly surging and rushing out of countless blood beasts.
A large number of wild blood beasts, mixed with a small amount of ancient blood beasts, hundreds of thousands, fierce and evil, and rushed to the three immortals such as Wu Yong.
The blood beast is a kind of Tao beast.
They are not multiplied, but they are born naturally. They are condensed and formed because of blood channel marks.
Similar to blood beasts, there are snow monsters, mud monsters, cloud beasts, soul beasts, year beasts, and stone dragons.
"Is there such a mystery in the blood tide crater? Is it the place where the blood beasts were hatched?" The iron face **** whispered, looking at Wu Yong.
Wu Yong also showed a slight surprise.
One of the true ancestors of the Blood Sea ancestor hidden in the Blood Tide Tiankeng was acquired by a mortal puppet merchant Shang Yanfei before being taken over by the Wu family. After the Wu family incorporated this blood tide crater into their own territory, they have also explored it, and there has never been any other strange things. In the following days, it was just an ordinary resource point.
"There are so many blood beasts lying in ambush, it's no wonder that the Seven Magical Immortals are hiding here." Qiao Zhicai was stunned.
Blood beasts form an army, coming in turbulently, they look strange, some have tiger heads and horses, some snakes have rabbit heads, some turtles have dragon tails, and some are like big trees with monkey head-like fruits ...
Smelly blood came from his nose, and the roar of blood beasts filled his ears, terrifying.
Such a force suddenly exploded, and even the first-class families were caught by surprise.
However, both Qiao Zhicai and Tiemenshen didn't change their faces and had no plans to retreat.
Because at this moment, Wu Yong is already standing in front of them.
"A group of miscellaneous pieces." Wu Yong grunted coldly, his eyes flashing with anger.
He is angry.
In recent days, he has been sitting in the Wu family, dispatching troops, covering the left and right, tired of coping, and has been very dull. Now there is such a seven-magic demon, with sinister intentions and mischief, killing two Wuxian Wuyuan sentences and Ronghao who killed the Wu family!
A faint breeze brewed beside him.
The green breeze, unconsciously, is also surrounded by the screaming blood beast.
The blood beast is still turbulent, and the charge has not decreased at all.
At first glance, San Xian was about to rush to the front of Sanxian. At this time, a blood beast exploded!
This kind of self-detonation is not a thunder, but very gentle, as if the soap bubbles are bursting one by one.
Successive blood beasts exploded. They were near Sanxian's eyes, but there was no power to hurt Sanxian.
The previous roars and charges are like a joke.
Hundreds of battles with six revolutions and dozens of battles with seven revolutions. In front of Wu Yong, they collapsed and became as fragile as paper toys.
This is the power of eight turns!
"What kind of immortal trick is this ... the breath has converged to the extreme, and it is impossible to detect it!" Qiao Zhicai was shocked with a look on his face.
The iron face **** has deep eyes, looking at Wu Yong's back.
Wu Yong's face sinks like water, his eyes tightly lock the blood tide below.
The formation of blood beasts is not without cost. The blood tide has dried up, and the blood tide almost overflowing from the original pit has been exhausted at the moment.
Qiao Zhicai sighed, it was a pity. He sensed that the thick blood channel marks had collapsed to nothing. Since then, the blood tide tiankeng no longer exists, leaving only the most common tiankeng terrain.
Wu Yong doesn't care about this.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the bottomless tiankeng is clear in his investigation.
A figure covering the colorful mysterious light appears within Wu Yong's investigation.
"Is that you brave enough to dare to challenge the majesty of the martial arts?" Wu Yong's tone was light, but anyone could hear the anger and killing in his tone.
The mysterious Wuxian who resides here at the bottom of the tiankeng smiled bitterly: "Master Wu Yong, I also have no choice but to help. Next ... I have more offense!"
"Huh?" Wu Yong's face changed slightly.
The environment around him changes suddenly the next moment!
The original blue sky and mountains disappeared, and they turned into fuchsia in all directions, up and down.
Three immortals don't know how close, but they don't know far. The sense of spatial distance is seriously disturbed here.
Wow! ...
The sound of the waves came to my ears, and the wreckage of the blood beast that had just collapsed turned into blood and water, condensing into a large river in the Yangtze River, and there was more than a stream flowing below Sanxian.
Blood-colored waves, blossoming blood-colored waves, countless purple thoughts, like rainstorm, came towards Sanxian.
"Damn! It turns out that those blood beasts are just preludes and traps. They are so insidious!" Qiao Zhicai scolded.
Tianmenshen looked around nervously: "Is this the immortal battlefield move or the ranks?"
Thanks to his investigation skills, he couldn't see through the environment!
Wu Yong's face was unpleasant, and he snorted coldly, swinging his sleeves at will.
Boom, a strong tornado, a giant tornado ball covering the space of Fangyuanli, including Wu Qiaotie Sanxian.
Purple thoughts hit like a heavy rain, hitting the wind balloon, crackling and crackling, and couldn't break through the wind balloon protection.
Wu Yong remained motionless, indifferent, slowly raised his right hand, and flicked his fingers.
Ding Dong made a crisp sound.
A green moth, flying from his fingertips.
The bug crawled out of the wind, flying extremely fast, and flew towards the Blood River.
During the flight, it swelled sharply and its body swelled sharply, one foot, five feet, one foot, five feet, and fifteen feet.
A few breaths, it turned into a fierce wind dragon of 22 feet, opened his teeth to dance, broke through the rain of purple thoughts, and slammed into the river of blood.
The blood river surges, forming a vortex, as if the monster opened its mouth, and wants to swallow the wind dragon.
Wu Yong's eyes flashed green, and the wind dragon roared loudly, suddenly turning into an endless emerald wind blade, everywhere.
The Blood River Vortex is directly smashed by the wind blade, and the wind blade spreads and shoots, blocking the entire scarlet blood river.
Qiao Zhicai and Iron Face are both eyes wide, with a look of longing, shock and surprise.
Every blow from Wu Yong is a magical move by the immortal. Changing them to be opponents will not be able to support the next move.
With such a powerful immortal killing trick, Wu Yong actually acts with his hands, as if instinctively, as if breathing.
"Every killing move of Master Wu Yong is introverted to the extreme, and is hidden." Qiao Zhicai's heart shook.
"This wind dragon's killing method has a second type of change, turning it into countless wind blades ... Wu Yong is by no means the mediocre incompetence and so magnificent fighting power ... He hides this "Deep!"
He looked at Wu Yong's back, and suddenly he was glad that the Tie Family and the Wu Family had always maintained the ally relationship, and they had not turned their faces.
Wu Duxiu and Wu Yong are mother-child relationships. The former is like the wind of a mountain, and the latter is like a wind of a valley. They all have different styles and dispositions, but the same is fierce fighting!
However, under Wu Yong's fierce attack, the surrounding environment has not changed.
The fractured blood river has been transformed into two strands, and both of them have expanded to form two blood rivers. Any of them is the same size as before.
Qiao Zhicai's color changed slightly, and he was able to stand still under the attack of the Eighth Turn of the Gods. What kind of method was it to trap the three of them?
His doubts didn't last long, a figure emerged in the blood river, and he spoke lightly, giving the answer.
"This is the first battle of Zixue. Wu Yong, if you don't use the two eight-turn breeze that your mother left you, you can't break through this array by your eight-turn breeze." Zishan Zhenjun said.
He is not a villain at this moment, but he is getting bigger, just like an ordinary person.
As he speaks, his body slowly rises, and an "island" rises under his feet.
Qiao Zhicai and Titanian's complexion changed dramatically, while Wu Yong also moved. Because Zishan Zhenjun did not converge on his own breath, the identity of the eighth turn revealed.
"Who are you? What are your plans?" Wu Yong whispered.
Zishan Zhenjun smiles, looks up at Wu Yong, and Zimu Liuli: "Naturally, you are killed. When you die, the Wu family trembles, and you are besieged by other families. You must fall apart."
Wu Yong suddenly looked up and laughed.
This is an angry smile.
Laughing for a while, he bowed his head sharply, and shot a fierce fierce man in his eyes: "So courageous. In this case, I will kill you and truly establish my eight-turn prestige."
Speaking, his body rose with a strong breath.
Countless tapeworms are urged one by one in his fairy tale.
Qiao Zhicai and Titanian God retreated quickly, and they all felt an incomparable threat from Wu Yong.
The smile on Zishan Zhenjun's face converged.
Wu Yong's previous killings at Xiandao were silent and the breath converged to the extreme. But at this moment, the fermented immortal strokes he was brewing, the breath was surging, like a stormy sea.
From this point of view, Wu Yong has begun to fight hard!
Which immortal killing trick makes Wu Yong unable to converge?
No matter what the killing method is, once it is urged, it must be rock-shattering and mighty.
How could it make you wish?
Zishan Zhenjun ’s thoughts moved, countless purple thoughts, like a heavy rain, gushing up **** ...
Martial arts.
Ancestral Hall.
"This, this! This!" The Wujia Nuxian who guarded the clan's ancestral hall suddenly changed his face suddenly, cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, his face was as pale as the dead.
He exclaimed, "Master Wu Yong's life card is shattered, and the soul lamp is extinguished! Master Wu Yong ... Did he die?"
Remarks: The first update will last until July 24th, and it will break at 25 ****. The feedback has always supported my friends. In the recent period of time, internal and external difficulties, professional writers are not good, the pressure is really great, for some time I suspected that I had depression. But recently I adjusted it slightly, as if someone in the desert is about to die of thirst, and got a glass of cool white wine. Now I begin to balance the material needs of the outside world with the ends of my inner spiritual pursuit.
Professionalization requires a process of adaptation. I started to define how to treat this profession, the reader, myself, and life.
Thank you for your silent support and forgiving understanding.
There is a sentence.
When you want to be God, you must not be far from becoming a devil.
I do n’t welcome God and the Devil. I welcome friends and confidants.
Because everyone is equal! (To be continued.) 8