Cultivation – Stand above the Heaven Chapter 1335: Retribution is coming fast!
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Ping Wu Niang ’s natal idol, with a black sword in her left hand, black light, and devouring the brilliance of the sun and the moon! The right hand holds the red sword, the red light is ten thousand miles, it is fierce like fire, and it gives people a burning feeling! There is a purple sword hidden behind it, full of purple meaning, revealing mystery and nobility!
It's so powerful, don't need much, just one glance, it will be unforgettable for life!
Ping Wu Niang sacrificed the natal image, and the expression of the Ninth Five-Year Obscurity suddenly stayed alone, shocked for a long while, and only then said, "This is impossible! There is no heaven and earth vision happening, how can you possibly Such a silent achievement of the Holy Spirit? "
Don't say that it is the ninth Five-Year Plan, Mu Yucheng is also confused and surprised. When a monk is promoted, there will always be a world vision. With the continuous improvement of the realm, this world vision will become more obvious and strong.
The cultivation of a monk is to enter the Holy Soul Realm, which basically means jumping out of the category of ordinary monks and already possessing a half-celestial body! As a human monk, this is the peak breakthrough! That kind of heaven and earth vision should naturally be more grand and strong. In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Mu Yucheng did this when he achieved the Holy Spirit!
"The mystery is endless between heaven and earth! In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, you think you have achieved the Holy Spirit, can you see everything?"
Xiao Zhenwei gave a sneer full of disdain, his arms raised, and a golden light spit out from above his head. After a while, the golden light turned into a huge phantom, sitting cross-legged in the cloud above Xiao Zhenwei's head.
This phantom is similar to Xiao Zhenwei, but it must be filled with a vast atmosphere. Sitting on the top of the cloud, holding the furnace with his right hand, and the left hand across his chest, the law is solemn and solemn, like a god.
"What !? You ... you also cultivated the natal image !?" Xiao Zhenwei's natal image appeared, and the shock in the ninety-five years was suddenly doubled, and even the speech became less neat.
To be shocked, Mu Yucheng is not inferior to him at all, and even more so! Two great holy soul realm strongmen were born at the same time, which is also extremely rare in the history of Dao Sect. This made Mu Yucheng feel very happy besides shock. Dao Sect has two more powerful players, which is naturally a blessing for Dao Sect!
As for Mu Ao and others, besides shock, they can only look up to Xiao Ping with deep envy.
Dao Sect Greater World is like this, sometimes chance is more important than talent! You may not be able to lead one step at a time. If you don't have an ordinary heart, you must be alive and mad by someone else's creation!
The rampant and contemptuous color on the face of Nine Five's dark sky finally disappeared. Xiao Ping, who has both achieved the Holy Spirit, made him feel a threat of death.
"Even if you have achieved the Holy Spirit, it is not enough to be an enemy of my ninety-five family! I advise you to think twice before lest you be wrecked!" Suppressing the two of Xiao Ping, even if he wins in the end, it must be a terrible victory, and it is hard to say how bad it is!
"Grandma a bear! Where did you come from so much nonsense, let me die!"
Xiao Zhenwei's explosive temper first struck, and his arms looked forward. The giant tripod lifted by the mortal idol was immediately shining brightly, carrying a powerful force, and smashing it into the dark sky of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.
In the Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky shouted, "You are self-defeating!" Then the right palm was suddenly raised, and the natal **** behind him was also slammed with a huge, mountain-like palm shadow. Go out and face Juding head-on.
Previously, the Ninth Five-Year Plan was splitting Juding, but now it is time and again! The surging palm-like force hit the giant tripod, but it only urged a loud noise, not to mention splitting the giant tripod, or even returning the giant tripod back!
Amidst the trembling bells of twilight, the two actually fell into the glue.
Although he was stuck in a state of stalemate, it was clear in the ninety-five years that his cultivation practice was stronger than Xiao Zhenwei. As long as you continue to persevere, it is Xiao Zhenwei who will eventually fail.
However, there is one thing that makes the ninety-five-year-old dumbfounded, that Xiao Zhenwei is not fighting alone. Sure enough, the Ninth Five-Year Plan has just turned its attention to Ping Wuniang, who has already started.
Black and red sword swords, carrying infinite sword intention, exploded from Ping Wu Niang's hands. Black is like a ghost, and red is like a fire. If there are still some false names before, it is now like a **** and unprecedentedly domineering.
When the sword light pierced the air, it seemed that even the sky was whimpering, and all the air machines circulating around the ninety-five dark sky were converted into bitter cold killing opportunities.
In the Ninth Five-Year period, the emptiness of the sky jumped violently, and he hurriedly offered his left palm, trying to block Ping Wu Niang's sword intention. But he hadn't waited for him to raise his left palm, a purple meaning that made him tremble, somehow, but suddenly jumped into his eyes.
The nine-five-year dark sky subconsciously aimed at Ping Wuniang ’s back. As expected, the purple sword hanging from his back had disappeared. Although the black and red two swords are fierce, the last kill is the purple sword. Ping Wuniang's "Three Sword Dances" is really unpredictable!
"Roar !!!"
The Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky raised a roar, and the roar was full of moral laws, and its power was almost comparable to the Grand Dao true sound. The Purple Sword sacrificed by Ping Wu Niang suddenly stopped, and could no longer move forward.
"Nine Five Old Thief, your roar is too unpleasant!"
As soon as the Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky controlled the Purple Sword of Ping Wuniang, Xiao Zhenwei's Ju Ding suddenly began to show his power. The fire of Dao Qi brewing in it suddenly spurted out, and instantly formed a flaming fire on the giant palm of the ninety-five dark sky.
"It's really unpleasant, I think let him shut up as soon as possible!"
Ping Wu Niang was not willing to be idle. In the loud rebuke, the two swords of black and red were instantly masterpieces, and the light covered the half of the sky.
Who said that the black and red two swords are just bait? The three swords' offensive and defensive transformation makes the enemy's head and tail difficult to understand. This is the essence of the "three swords dance".
Boom! Boom!
The loud noise instantly made out of thin air, dense like a thunderstorm. Even people who are far away from the other six peaks have a trembling mood. As far as I can see, the entire third peak is full of Grand Dao laws, and it almost obscures the true content of the third peak.
It is no exaggeration to say that the third peak at this time, for the monks below the Shinto realm, is the Lei Chi, who enters and dies!
Poof!
The Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky finally could n’t resist the pinch of Ping Wuniang and Xiao Zhenwei. The mortal idol shivered, and in his mouth was blood spattering like a kite with a broken line, in the attack of Xiao Ping. Below, swinging.
"Eat me another sword!"
After gaining momentum, Ping Wu Niang refused to give the Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky any breathing opportunity. The three-handed Excalibur broke out again, like three bloodthirsty dragons, strangling towards the Nine-Five Dark Sky. past.
Xiao Zhenwei is also full of hate for the Ninth Five-Year Plan. Ping Wu Niang moved, Xiao Zhenwei immediately followed. These two have been together for a long time, and they have already been built into a terrifying tacit understanding. With every move, the fit can be said to be seamless.
Looking at this situation, over time, Xiao Ping's two Holy Soul Realms can be stabilized, and the two can join forces to fight three powerful Holy Soul Realms at the same time. And now this battle is undoubtedly the battle of fame between the two. As for the Ninth Five-Year Plan, it seems that only a stepping stone for the two will end!
The Nine-Five-Year Obscurity can't stop the first blow, and naturally it can't stop the second blow! Xiao Ping's body shape was forced up, and the ninety-five-year-old body shape was blown out again. It is almost the same as the situation where Wan Dong was blown by him with a punch! Nine-five-year emptiness may not even dream that retribution will come so fast.
"Damn! You use two hits and one fight, what kind of hero is you, and you have the ability to single out with the old man!" Roared loudly.
"Hum, the ninety-five old thief, your brain is broken, who wants to play against you?"
"Today you will be buried for Yaoting! Let's die!"
In the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Xiao Ping wanted to hold Xiao Ping with words. Obviously, they were delusional. Xiao Ping both reprimanded at the same time. Not only did they not pause, but their shots were even more fierce than before.
"Uh ... puff!"
The Nine-Five-Year of Dark Sky spewed blood again, and an old face was unprecedentedly unsightly. He was able to see that Xiao Ping and his two had to kill him this time.
"Brother Mu, Mu Family, do you really want to sit and watch the old man being killed by the two of them regardless of whether they are not asking?" In a hurry, the Ninth Five-Year Plan can only ask Mu Yucheng for help.
Mu Yucheng really served the Ninth Five-Year Plan. At this time, she still had a face to ask him for help. Without a very thick skin, who can do it?
Thinking of the situation in which Wan Dong was blown away by the Ninth Five-Year Plan, Mu Yucheng was filled with indignation, and only wished that he would personally take his dog's life. Where would he still save him?
With a sneer, Mu Yucheng said in a loud voice, "The ninety-five-year plan is empty. There are already words in this seat. The two don't help each other! How can I help you if I didn't help Xu Yaoting? I think, you don't want me to be in the air Homeowner Mu Family, is the world ridiculed? "
"Mu Yucheng, you ... you really can't save yourself from death ?!" Mu Yucheng's words came out, it was just a frustrating punch, and he was slammed in the dark sky of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. His head was dazed.
"You are doing a lot of wrongdoing, everyone is to blame, and who will come to save you? Give me death!"
Don't wait for the voice of the Ninth Five-Year Plan to fall to the ground, Xiao Zhenwei roared. It seemed that there was a giant tripod among hundreds of thousands of catties.
In the Ninth Five-Year Dark Sky, Li Xiao screamed, and he had to wave his palm to stop it. However, his palm front collided with Juding, and he had not yet fully exerted his strength. The black, red and purple sword lights around him skyrocketed at the same time, like a ball. Caiyun instantly flooded him.
The cooperation between Xiao Zhenwei and Ping Wuniang is becoming more and more tacit. It seems that the Ninth Five-Year Plan is not only a stepping stone, but also a whetstone.
Two fists are invincible against four hands. This is the right word to use in the body of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. Not supporting for a moment, Ping Wu Niang's sword sword found flaws and directly penetrated the shoulders of the ninety-five years, and almost shattered his heart completely!
Due to the severe pain, the ninety-five-year-old Wukong couldn't help but utter a terrible scream, a cannonball shaped like a rifle, and shot backwards to more than a hundred feet ...