Chapter 923: Adler
It's only once by the old folks, and in the future, they will be restrained in the distribution of benefits.
"Adler?"
The eight-armed saint recognized the identity of this old clan at a glance, and there was a strong jealousy in his eyes.
Adler is a rather legendary existence among the old people!
He is a mixture of human and immortal, with the learning ability of human and the longevity of immortality and the appearance of immortality. Although he is not an old clan, Adler has only spent less than a thousand years of life from the beginning of his cultivation to the present. However, he is already the top group of saints! Some people say that Adler can now be with the newcomer
The level of powerhouse regrets two moves.
No one knows whether this rumor is true or false!
But Adler's toughness is real, at least at the level of a saint, few people can challenge Adler!
Adler appeared, causing the eight-armed saint's heart to grip tightly.
He knows that there are saints who are not ancestors participating in the war, but he did not expect to be such a strong figure as Adler! "Hahaha! Our ally of the Beidou Contest has arrived. You should die quickly! If you don't struggle, maybe you still have a whole corpse to stay, if you struggle to resist, we will let you understand
What is life better than death. "
Tyrone struggled slowly, and he laughed at Fang Yue and the others.
The expression in his eyes is full of pride.
He was waiting for the powerhouse of the Gods and Demons and the expeditionary army to show desperate eyes.
"The final blow, **** fire!"
Fang Yue's little demon clone was also a little surprised, this old clan's people seemed to be a bit faster than he expected!
His deity has just passed the seventh level left by the Great Sun King!
There are two more levels before he can truly master the first seal in the Great Sun Palace, control the Great Sun Altar, and leave completely!
In order to delay the eternal race, Fang Yue directly chose to make the hundreds of flame creatures that had rushed into the genius group of the organizer of the Big Dipper to explode.
The rumbling flames rose to the sky, and the black swallowed all the light and hope!
The Tianjiao who had originally held the Big Dipper Battle just gave a sigh of relief, thinking that the overall situation was settled, even if Fang Yue was arrogant, he couldn't make any waves!
However, Fang Yue immediately gave them a loud slap, telling them that this matter is not over yet!
The sea of hell is raging!
Crazy fire waves move the clouds! A Tianjiao, who is the organizer of the Big Dipper, heard a beeping sound from his body, and their delicate skins were burned into charcoal. Even if they struggled for time, they were completely overwhelmed by the sea of fire and became a piece. Block black decay
wood!
"Fang Yue, I want to die with you!"
Tyrone's eyes opened with anger, and the anger in his heart could no longer be expressed in simple words.
He thought that the overall situation had been decided, and the organizers of the Beidou Fight would have no more losses.
He thought that joining the other two forces with the old clan was only a way to get rid of it!
But who could have expected that Fang Yue would have received such a crazy blow before he failed. The fire just now caused at least the body of the fairy seedling disciple carefully selected by the organizer of the Battle of the Thousand Beidou to become ashes!
However, Adler, who is not old, did not move.
He is only responsible for helping the organizer of the Battle of the Beidou win this war!
As for how many people will be killed by the organizer of the Battle of the North.
Then it is no longer within the scope of their consideration and cooperation!
The blood on the ground evaporates in the black flame.
Fang Yue looked at Tai Long, with a silent contempt in his smile.
Tai Long became angry and wanted to make a second shot from the opponent Yue!
Tyrone skyrocketed, and the black hellfire on his body was hunting and burning.
Tyrone was really cruel this time, even if he was burned by hellfire's meridians and left irreversible injuries, he must kill Fang Yue!
Even if it's just a clone venting its anger, it also represents the irresistible majesty of the organizer of the Big Dipper.
Fang Yue's eyebrows drooped.
It's like a Buddha.
"Fang Yue be careful!"
"Tyron stop!"
Elder Yinyue and the Eight-armed Saint must protect Fang Yue's clone!
Tyrone has already crossed the boundary, and his dignified saints have repeatedly attacked a junior in the world, which has already broken the agreement and rules between the saints!
"You two should watch them by your side!"
Adler shot, a sacred realm unfolded, and thousands of miles of ice was sealed, making the bodies of Elder Yinyue and the Eight-armed Saint a bit stiff, their movements were a bit slow, and Fang Yue had already faced Tyrone!
"Tyron, do you think you have a killer, do I not have it?"
"A saint-level powerhouse, can really crush everything?"
Fang Yue's tone was plain, but he had a taste of fighting against the sky!
In ancient times, saints should not be deceived, but Fang Yue will break this ancient rule and set a legend! An epic!
Fang Yue raised his hand, a mirror floated!
Onmyoji!
This is one of the few relics left by the Taoist Tutian!
In the Xuanhuang world, the name of Tutian Taoist is not obvious.
He seemed to be a cluster of bright fireworks in the starry sky, flashing away!
But in fact, he is a benchmark in the world of practitioners in Ten Thousand Realms.
A fight against the heavens and the immortals, once defeated the saints with the third level of the complete realm!
At the peak, the Taoist Tutian could hardly regret the great sage with his mid-stage realm!
He is a legend, a monster!
The yin and yang realm is one of the treasures he has worked so hard to forge!
It used to be accompanied by Tutian Taoist soldiers and horses, fighting in all directions!
Now, Fang Yue wants to use its power to once again create a legend, a myth!
"Yin and Yang turn!"
Tyrone approached, he displayed the secrets of the world and evolved a world, he wanted to seal Fang Yue and himself in.
Let Ten Thousand Realms not interfere with the battle between them.
However, that piece of world has not yet been played.
The light of Yin-Yang realm comes first.
Yin and Yang reversed, and the earth floated up and turned into a hazy sky of yellow light!
When the sky fell, it became a piece of azure land!
"Heaven and earth fall, the sun and the moon are dark!"
Fang Yue spoke again.
A scene of apocalypse appeared in that piece of heaven and earth, the moon was ruined and the stars were sinking, and the mountains and rivers were shattered!
The world that had just evolved was quickly destroyed.
Tyrone encountered a backlash, and immediately spewed a mouthful of black blood!
There is hellfire burning in the blood, and all the essence in the blood is stripped and evaporated quickly!
This was the second hard regret of Tyrone and Fang Yue, and it still ended in grief.
Tyrone's complexion was somber as water.
His record was too miserable. With the help of a sage, he bullied a small practitioner of the world realm, and he was slightly invincible!
This time, Adler of the Undead didn't help Tyrone. This is a shame!
If a small cultivator of the heaven and earth level, no matter how enchanting, if two saints join hands to kill, even if they win, it will be a shame for them for a lifetime!
The hellfire on Tyrone was never cut off, because he forcibly shot, and even made the hellfire burn even more!
Tyrone's viscera were all burned by hellfire, even if it was a saint-level powerhouse, the viscera was still fragile.
His injury is irreversible, even if it can be cured, at least in a hundred years, he will be unable to make progress anymore!
Tailong's eyes were fixed on Fang Yue, and the anger in it burned even more! "How could you control a saint-level magical weapon! If I expected this yin-yang mirror to be good, it should have been left by Taoist Tutian! Red for life, black for death! Back then, in order to strangle Taotian Taoist, I was Beidou The host of the dispute is
Not much loss of people! But in the end it is a pity that the Taoist Tutian escaped at the last moment of his death! The wealth on his body was left in the void of the universe, but you did not expect it to be obtained! "
A young man wearing a white cloak with a handsome face and almost a strange face slowly walked out. His figure moved from far to near, and the ground under his feet quickly passed by!
"Nalan is perfect!"
When the eight-armed saint saw this handsome and strange-looking boy, his breathing stopped slightly. From a certain point of view, Nalan Wuqian can be said to be one of the most pinnacle existences among the saints. His strength and means can be said to be comparable to Adler, but in terms of fame, Nalan Wuqian is even better than Adler is bigger! because,
Nalan Wuqian once slaughtered five and a half-step great saints with the strength of a saint at the peak stage 800 years ago.
He became famous in the first battle and became a member of the first echelon among the saints!
Originally, the appearance of an Adler had already put a lot of pressure on the eight-armed saint. Now, the appearance of Nalan's flawless appearance has almost locked the final outcome.
Adler, one person can easily overturn the collaboration of several saints.
Coupled with Nalan Wuwei, the two teamed up, and even the Great Sage was not afraid! "Fang Yue, you can judge yourself! I admit that your talent is amazing, but unfortunately, you chose the wrong position and should not stand opposite the organizer of the Battle of the Beidou. The organizer of the Battle of the Beidou is deeper than you think, even I have no access to the core
confidential! "
Nalan's tone was calm, like an emperor, deciding the life and death of a mortal!
"Give you a decent way to die! Live up to your talent!"
Nalan's incomplete words were filled with a taste of superior judgment.
Fang Yue also knew that he was definitely not Nalan's indispensable opponent.
The blow he just cast the Yin-Yang realm, he has exhausted all the reincarnation in his body!
The power of the saint is unmatched. Even if Fang Yue tried his best, he was only able to use the saint's magic weapon to exert a blow that was comparable to the real saint.
Of course, this is also related to this body being just a clone.
The cycle true energy contained in it is less than one thousandth of the deity's!
If it were the deity, the blow just now might have killed Tyrone!
Fang Yue looked at Nalan without any shortage.
"Is it really embarrassing for a senior like you to shoot me a junior?"
Fang Yue was still delaying time.
The deity has successfully passed the eighth level and entered the ninth room!
As long as he got the Great Day Palace, Fang Yue left immediately.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed or embarrassed about. A lion fights a rabbit. You need to do your best. What's more, I may not be a lion in your heart, and you are not a rabbit!"
Nalan has no sense of joy and anger, he is more calm than Tyrone, and at the same time more terrifying!
Such a person can become a great weapon and be a hero!
Fang Yue's palm shook, and the Yin Yang mirror had been sent into the storage space of another dimension. This clone of him can fall, but the yin and sun mirror cannot be lost.
