The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 17: The dusk of the gods

Chen Ya retracted his fist.

Countless stone dust fell from his fingers.

He had three fingers missing, and he was shaking slightly at this time, looking at some signs of weakness.

On the cold-lined face, there is a tired expression, even a little old.

A blow to defeat a character like Peng Lang, even if it has been brewing for a long time, he still consumes a lot of drama.

He turned and looked at the people between the cliffs and rocks, and said blankly, "Now, you have lost."

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said: "So you have been waiting for him."

Yes, after the tattered pirate ship saw the black battleship in the Kuiper belt, the predecessors began to set up this game.

They first need to determine the identity of the people in that battleship.

They all think that Peng Lang is inside, and he is the one who needs the most attention.

They have all read the important book, knowing that Peng Lang's realm strength is very extraordinary, the possibility of ascending is the greatest, and the most difficult to deal with.

The first thing they determined was how to deal with Peng Lang.

When I came to the surface of Mars, I found that Peng Lang was not there. Instead of relaxing their vigilance, the former immortals continued to implement the plan in silence, waiting for his appearance.

Peng Lang returned from the universe, affected by the sword array of the solar system, and was weak.

Chen Ya suddenly started.

The immortals finally relieved the greatest threat, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, except for Jian Xian Ensheng.

He looked at Chen Ya blankly and said, "You know his origin."

Chen Ya also said blankly: "I can't die, I don't have the ability yet, but he shouldn't stand up anymore and try to destroy the ancestor's great formation."

He then said to Tong Yan: "You can't do it anymore, die or surrender?"

Tong Yan suddenly walked across the room.

The atmosphere in the room became tense again.

Master Yun opened his mouth slightly, trying to persuade a few words, but in the end he just sighed.

Tong Yan walked to the tattered robot and asked: "Are you okay?"

Shen Yunbu's annoyed voice sounded: "What do you mean?"

Tong Yan said: "It seems you are okay."

Then he looked at Chen Ya and said, "That's not over yet."

Chen Ya rubbed his eyebrows with **** tiredly, and said: "If you still count on that dog, we naturally have arrangements."

While speaking, eight immortals, including He Xiangu and Shen Da Xian Shi, floated up, leaving the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed, and heading towards Mars.

In a short time, the eight immortals came to the cliff on the edge of the mountain more than a hundred miles away and sat down cross-legged.

Eight channels of extremely pure immortal energy rushed straight into the sky from the desolate surface of Mars, but failed to enter the dark universe, and were blocked by that invisible barrier.

Looking from a distance, those fairy spirits that diffused back, looked like eight bursting golden flowers, beautiful and heartbreaking.

"Is this the legendary Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea?" Que Niang muttered while looking at this spectacular scene.

Chen Ya ignored her, and didn't look at Tong Yan again.

Peng Lang has been defeated, only to use the Eight Immortals to trap or kill the corpse dog later, this matter will be over.

The dim light fell on the top of the mountain, shining on the broken copper and iron robot, and the head buried by Shen Yun paled.

Tong Yan was a little tired, leaning on her waist and looking at the night sky, wondering if she was praying for Lord Dead Dog not to come back at this time.

Quiniang helped Yushan and Yuanqu came to the scene with Su Ziye on his back, and asked quietly in her spiritual sense: "Can you find a way to notify Lord Ye Xiao?"

Tong Yan shook his head blankly. Not to mention Chen Ya staring at the side, they don't know where the corpse dog is at this time, so what should they do next?

Shen Yunjian suddenly shouted loudly.

"The stone, do you know what this mountain is called? This mountain is called Mount Olympus. In the childhood of human civilization, it was once thought that Mars was the place where the gods lived. This highest mountain was Sacred mountain. In those myths, the gods eventually died in this mountain, don’t you think it’s a bit unlucky?"

The immortals who are setting up at the moment are all gods and masters on their planets, and they are no different from gods. Would they die here?

Chen Ya didn't turn around and ignored him.

Cherry-girl smiled bitterly, thinking that now that the defeat is set, how did you scare them?

Only Tong Yan knows what he means, so he gazes on his earlobe and asks: "How powerful is the explosion?"

Shen Yunjian said: "It's okay to blow up this mountain."

Tong Yan said: "That's useless."

Shen Yunjian said: "Maybe the entire solar system can be seen."

This is what it means to inform the corpse dog with life.

While speaking, the dusk of Mars arrived.

The dry ice clouds in the sky are very sparse, and they are irradiated into countless ripples by not bright light, which are somewhat similar to ocean waves.

Eight immortals surround this mountain, scattered in various places, and are constructing that large formation.

Just as the formation was about to complete, a person suddenly and slowly walked over among the gravel in the distance.

Appears to be slow, but in fact it takes a few miles.

When that person walked over, the first person he met was with Xiangu.

He Xiangu looked at the figure and squinted slightly, as if facing an enemy.

It was Peng Lang who came over from the sandy side and the twilight side.

His sword is still tied by the cyan light rope, unable to break away, as if it were tied with a cloth by a man with a wounded arm.

His face was pale, and his chest was full of traces left after being burned by immortal blood. He looked like a wounded who had just returned from the battlefield.

But no one felt that he was weak, that he was already vulnerable, because he should have fallen on the side of Mars and had difficulty getting up, so he walked over in the twilight.

A breeze blew up on the surface of Mars, blowing his clothes and hair, falling on the cyan light rope, making a tearing sound.

The most noticeable thing is the sword he crossed his neck.

The sword bends very sharply. It is very likely that it was destroyed by Chen Ya with a stone pestle, and it may break in the next moment.

He Xiangu did not hesitate to sacrifice the most powerful magic weapon and display the strongest Taoism.

The big invisible net concealed in the wind and snow all over the sky, caged forward.

Peng Lang held his sword horizontally.

The sword is like a string.

He is the arrow on the string.

With a soft buzz, his figure suddenly disappeared in the wilderness and shot forward.

The invisible net did not break open, but was driven forward by his body, and the whole world seemed to hear the sound of something taut.

Sands rolled in the wilderness, fine dust danced wildly, but could not leave the range of the invisible giant net, instantly forming a dust dragon.

Peng Lang is at the forefront of Chenlong.

There was a loud bang.

He Xiangu was hit and flew directly, and smashed into a cliff about ten miles high at an unimaginable speed. The entrance of the cave was dim and I don't know how deep it was.

The bright sword light was converged in the ordinary clothes room and neckline, and the dust dragon also scattered like smoke.

Peng Lang's figure appeared, and he continued to walk forward.

A few steps.

He came to the other side of the cliff.

That old fairy with gray hair and colorful clothes.

Peng Lang knows that he is the first master of the gods, and politely said: "I have met seniors."

He was defeated suddenly, and the formation of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea could not be formed. The first master of the gods simply withdrew the immortal spirit, looked at this junior and said amusedly: "Your posture is also weird."

The cyan light rope was indeed unbreakable, and Peng Lang couldn't let it leave his neck, so he had to maintain the appearance of Hengjian snarling himself.

He smiled embarrassedly, and reluctantly adjusted the place where his fingers held the sword, so that the sword was a little farther away from his neck.

Shen Da Xianxian suddenly grabbed a smile and said sternly: "Please."

The voice fell, followed by a thunder voice!

Boom! The sparse dry ice cloud in the sky suddenly became chaotic, and a bolt of lightning dropped from nowhere, and disappeared in mid-air, leaving only a loud bang.

This thunder sound did not come from Skyrim, but from the snare drum in the wrist of the master.

The snare drum rang without hitting, it was all thunder.

The thunder sound traversed a distance of several miles, entered Peng Lang's ears, and also entered the sea of ​​knowledge, causing a slight shock to his soul.

There is a faint sword light on the jacket and neckline, and there is a very vague light and shadow!

His Sword Demon was almost forced out of his body by this thunder!

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This rumbling thunder resounded through the entire Mars, and naturally spread to the cliff.

Yuanqu and Yushan are not sufficiently cultivated, so they spout a bit of blood.

She was badly injured, she hurriedly sat down cross-legged, her face was even paler, and she said, "Fight the Shinto!"

Shen Dao Xianshi’s Dao Dao is the way to use the thunder soul of heaven and earth to shake the soul of the cultivator. It is said to be able to shake the Taoist heart of the immortal to the extreme!

He has been soaring for many years, and he is doing his best to use Dao Fa. What kind of power should he have?

This is a cliff more than a hundred miles away. None of them can withstand the attack of the snare drum. How can Peng Lang be attacked in a concentrated manner?

Tong Yan looked at the invisible corner under the mountain, and listened to the thunder again, her expression extremely solemn.

Suddenly, a different sound came out from the thunder in the sky.

The sound was a bit like the sound of swords, but it was not as clear as it was, and it was very gentle. For some reason, it couldn't stop the thunder.

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The place under the cliff.

More than ten lightning bolts fell from the sky and disappeared in the air without touching the ground, leaving only the thunder of thunder.

The next moment, the power of those thunder sounds was suddenly diminished a lot, because that voice came.

The voice came from Peng Lang's fingers.

He tapped the sword lightly.

The bent sword, lying across his shoulder, looked like a musical instrument.

The same posture is different when doing different things.

When fighting with Xiangu, Peng Lang's posture was to shoot at himself with a bow, but now he is holding a sword as a piano.

His fingertips fell again, and they suddenly turned into countless shadows, even the master of the gods could not see clearly.

The sound of the swords rose continuously and gradually became a line, like the sound of a piano.

The sound of the piano broke through the air, diluting the overbearing thunder a lot.

Shen Da Xian Shi's expression changed suddenly.

Peng Lang hugged the piano and walked forward.

In an instant, he came to the cliff with Hengqin as a sword and cut it forward.

The snare drum is tied with a piece of straw rope on the wrist of Master Shenda.

That must not be an ordinary straw rope.

More than ten sword lights left the sword body with the sound of the piano, snorting.

More than ten small flowers bloomed on the surface of the straw rope, revealing the material inside.

The wrinkles on Master Shenda’s face became deeper, and his eyes became colder.

Peng Lang took a step forward again.

The straw rope shattered suddenly.

There are more than ten deep cracks about a few miles long on the cliff.

There was a soft snap.

Two intersecting cracks appeared on the surface of the snare drum.

The sky is full of thunder.

"It's a strong sword." Shenda Xianshi said in a dumb voice.

Peng Lang stretched out a finger again and flicked towards the sword.

Boom!

Shen Da Xianshi was struck by lightning, and his whole body suddenly dissipated. He instantly retreated more than ten miles, sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes, and began to heal.

Peng Lang adjusted the posture of the horizontal sword again and looked to the other side of the cliff.

There is Master Yun.

There is no more thunder on the surface of Mars, nor the sound of swords and pianos, and it is as silent as the time when no one is disturbed.

More than ten eyes fell on the ordinary swordsman, shocked and puzzled.

He returned from the Solar System Sword Array, was very worn out, and was ambushed by Chen Ya, presumably injured very seriously.

Even his sword is bound by the cyan light rope of Qingshan Patriarch.

Under such circumstances, he still won a streak of two former immortals who were extremely powerful in the realm.

How strong is Peng Lang?

Who can stop him when he walks in the twilight? Could he be able to change the whole battle by himself? Will the gods really usher in their own dusk?

Master Yun wanted to fight Peng Lang very much, but for the sake of the overall situation, he also knew that he should retire.

He floated up on the clouds, ready to join forces with the rest of his fellows.

At this moment, a black-clothed Taoist stopped Peng Lang's way.

Black clothes fluttering~IndoMTL.com~ has its own chill, just like that Taoist look.

The ancestor of the Ungrateful Sect was opened.

Sword Fairy Ensheng.

Peng Lang was slightly startled and bowed his head in salute.

He still maintains a posture with a sword across his neck.

But not a bow.

Not playing the violin.

It's like wearing a shackle.

The guilty talent wears yong.

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(Posture is power~)

　　

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