Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 435: Test on the Holy Land (first)
. Chapter 435 on the test of the Holy Land (first)
"Seamless!"
The old man with white hair is incredibly strong. With a single move, the two big nets of tightly-seated ideas are instantly formed, and they will be closed before they are intercepted by Ye Chen and others.
Ye Chen's brows are frowned, the net of the white-haired old man's idea and the prince of the gold wind are different. It looks like a big net. In fact, the grid is still covered with a thin layer of ideas. In addition to the slightest gap, in addition, these two big idea nets are not a simple one, but three complicated and mysterious layers. If the three layers are superimposed, it will be fine. These three layers are unique and intertwined with each other. , There is no connection point.
Ye Chen is very clear. It is absolutely impossible to cut the big idea in a short time. When he cuts, I am afraid that the old man with white hair has caught up. Therefore, I want to survive only when the two big ideas are not closed. Ahead, a breakthrough in advance, a slow step, is a dead end.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen's eyebrows were bulging, like diamond beads, the **** prototype of the sword in the **** sea bloomed in circles, and the surging sword engulfed like a stormy sea, enveloping Ye Chen. Push him forward.
At this moment, Ye Chen's prototype of sword **** is fully agitated for the first time.
Yin Mozong and Bishui Lingzong never saw the dreadfulness of the big net of thoughts. They were also not sure about tearing the big net of thoughts in an instant. After all, the martial arts will ultimately be worse than the kendo wills in attack, and they are worse than two. Raise.
"yin wind!"
As a master-level power, Yin Mozong created two mystic martial arts. One is yin devil, and the other is yin's style. As for 'earth for the sky', he did not create it. It is the practice of the predecessor's mystical martial arts. Yin Feng's name is the meaning of the mystery of the uprising, and Yin Mozong only created it in the past ten years. Although he lost his true element, he could not show the essence of this triumph. Say, it can be a little faster, there are no too many ideas.
I saw the whirlwind of pale gray, and the shadow of Yin Mozong has disappeared.
Bishui Lingzong's response is not slower than Yin Mozong's. His triumphant power is "a thousand miles", which can be seen from the name. In fact, this trivial power is truly extraordinary. It is only one step away from the mid-level metaphor. Far away, it belongs to the pinnacle level in the lower order uprising.
Slightly stunned, Bishui Lingzong's speed is getting faster and faster, more and more exaggerated, all the way unimpeded, his eyes can't catch up.
Oh!
Ye Chen took Murong to break through ahead of time. At this time, the idea network is close to close, and several idea threads are extended on the two idea networks. When the idea begins to close, Yin Mozong cut off the idea thread. , And rushed out side by side with the Bishui Lingzong.
The white-haired old man saw this scene, his face was slightly yin, he couldn't think of his best efforts, and still let the four people escape. He really wanted them to enter the holy place through the holy portal to convey the stone gate. Where to put it, you need to know that it also appeared once a year ago.
The left hand is stretched out, and the gray-haired old man holds it apart.
Oh!
When the two big idea nets were closed, a circle was formed, which completely trapped the old people of Tianying, the real black snake, and the real person of Temu. Under their desperate eyes, the big idea net suddenly shrank into a ball. Several people were crushed to death.
At this point, all the people who have come to the underground world are Ye Chen and four people. It can be said that the death and injuries are so heavy that even real-life power is dead.
There is less than fifty miles to the mountain with the teleportation gate. In the past, the distance of fifty miles was only two or three blinks for the Grand Master. Unfortunately, in the underground world, they were desperate and their speed couldn't exceed the speed of sound. , Much worse.
嗖 嗖 嗖 嗖 嗖 嗖 嗖 ...
Three men of the Golden Wind attack the four of Ye Chen all the time, the Blade of Mind, the Spear of Mind, the Hammer of Mind, and the storm and rain cover forward. If it is not the distance between the two is not close, the chances of the four can escape More than 30%, even now, it is still ups and downs.
Forty miles!
Thirty miles!
Twenty miles!
Seeing that the four were going to approach the mountain, the white-haired old man took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that it would be impossible to stay still."
After hearing the words, the three sons of Jinfeng were shocked, they did not care about attacking Ye Chen, they pushed back crazy, and at the same time retreated, they laid out layers of thought barriers outside the body. What great terror will happen.
Breathing in a breath, the white-haired old man growled loudly, a mass of intangible thoughts centered on him, spinning unbelievably, as if snowballing, the scope of the storm became larger and larger, and the power of rotation increased. The stronger it was, the void seemed to have risen a skyward void tornado, spreading rapidly in all directions.
"Not good!"
Yin Mozong and Bishui Lingzong are behind Ye Chen after all, closest to the white-haired old man. As soon as the idea of a tornado is formed, they feel a swallowing force sweeping over them, reducing their speed. They found that this The idea of a tornado is actually the same as the tornado when it came in. The only difference is that the tornado is ten times more powerful than this.
"Asshole!"
Yin Mozong is very angry. For him, no one can force him to the embarrassing situation of the mountains and rivers except the high king of life and death. Even the grand master-level power with his name is not good, after all. There is a big difference between defeat and inaction.
"If it's on the surface, none of us need to be afraid of him." Bishui Lingzong's heart was again suffocated and helpless. At this moment, they should say a word, Tiger Luoping Pingyang was bullied by dogs, Longyou Shallow water suffers from shrimp play. During the heyday, the white-haired old men were comparable to them, and maybe not as good.
"Come here!"
The white-haired old man was not interested in the two's humiliation. He continued to overcharge his mind. The rotation speed of the tornado suddenly increased, making Yin Mozong and Bishui Lingzong unable to advance, and gradually regressed. Of course, Bai The old man is also very slow to move.
On the occasion of a stern moment, Yin Mozong's eyes flashed cruel coldness.
Bishui Lingzong felt something, and said in panic: "Yin Mozong, how dare you ..."
"What dare not, two deaths are better than one to survive, Bishui Lingzong, you die instead of me." A palm printed on the xiong chamber of Bishui Lingzong, Yin Mozong moved forward at a high speed by means of the counterforce. The Bishui Lingzong spurted a blood, and was unsurprisingly torn by the tornado of thoughts. He also wanted to resist, but the idea of the white-haired old man was so strong that he couldn't tolerate it. He was cut into a few wounds and was immediately killed. The white-haired old man banged his head with a punch.
Looking at this scene, Ye Chen felt no emotion. At the moment of life and death, he would do the same if he did, of course, provided that the two did not have a big friendship.
"Don't run away with any of you!"
The Bishui Lingzong was killed. The white-haired old man looked at Yin Mozong and Ye Chen again. The idea was agitated. The tornado became more and more powerful. The smaller peaks were rolled up, crushed and disintegrated. Some The river rolled up and fell into the tornado like a galaxy.
Hurry up!
Hurry up!
Feeling that the tornado suction is gradually horrifying, Ye Chen had to overload to urge the prototype of sword **** and encourage the sword to increase the speed. Fortunately, the sword is really a great weapon for increasing the speed. The idea of the tornado's suction has just wrapped up. It was cut open by homeopathy, which left Ye Chen more room.
Nine miles!
Five miles!
Sanli!
One mile!
There is still a mile away from the top of the mountain. Ye Chen has clearly seen the pattern on the stone gate and the marks left by the years. Yin Mozong is right behind him. The distance is no more than 150 meters. Before and after, race against death.
Hum!
Several miles away, with the tornado of thought, the white-haired old man could easily sense the three of them. He slowed down the tornado of thought slightly, and then suddenly increased. This slowness seemed insignificant, or even more. The effect can be huge, just like fishing. If you pull the fishing line and let it go, the fish is deadlocked with you, but if you loosen the fishing line and immediately pull it up, the fish will be caught. Pulled up instantly.
The situation of the three men is similar to that of the fish. With the clever use of the white-haired old man, his feet actually lifted off the ground and did not retreat.
"Occasion of the devil, annihilation!"
Murong Qingcheng's eyes flickered with black light, and he turned back with one hand, and the suction power was eliminated by 30%.
The Devil's Handprint Annihilation can obliterate everything, but it does not include will. Unfortunately, the idea is not the will. Although the power of the idea is many times stronger than the will, it is because of this that it becomes no longer pure, and there is no trace. One palm directly broke up some of the ideas, degenerating into pure will, and sucking power will naturally eliminate a lot. Of course, it is also related to the distance, the idea of the white-haired old man's extension is weak, after all, the gap between the two is after all too big.
With a light body, Ye Chen seized the opportunity, and a few flashed forwards to the teleportation stone gate, and then led Murong into the teleportation vortex.
"You are dead. In the outside world, I want you to die without a burial place." Yin Mozong gritted his teeth and threw two top-quality treasures, roaring: "Boom!"
Boom!
The top grade treasure is not exploded, but stored in it, the will of the yin demon sect has exploded. This point of volition blast has no threat at all, but the stalemate situation is precisely because of this point of volition explosion. That's right. One top-grade treasure is simply not enough. Two top-grade treasures can break the balance, and the will can explode because the top-grade treasure has the function of storing a little will, otherwise it will explode its own will. Wu **** will completely collapse, and the dead cannot die anymore.
Oh!
Worrying about two top-quality treasures, Yin Mozong's figure flickered and disappeared inside the teleportation stone gate.
The tornado dissipated, the white-haired old man's face swept pale, and he reached out to grab the damaged top-quality treasure, Tieqing's face, "I don't believe every outsider can pass the test of the Holy Land, If you can't pass, you will all become new stone man statues. "Ro! .