A temple, made of basalt iron, was pitch black and heavy, with thirty-three pillars connecting the top and the base, and even the tiles were watered with molten iron.
I don't know how many catties it weighs Ordinary people may not even be able to carry a piece of the temple, but for the third child, this is just a weapon for him to fight.
"Boom" The ten golden chariots were bombarded by the Xuanwu Palace, and the iron cables connecting the chariots could not bear it, and the huge force was all broken.
"Puff" "Puff" "Puff" The three golden chariots fell into the icy cold lake, like an iron ox sinking into the sea, only stirring up three white sprays.
There were also three golden chariots, which were deformed by the Xuanwu Temple, and the golden light on them dimmed, and the burned formation was crushed by force, unable to support the golden chariot to continue to fly into the air, and directly rushed into the reckless snow field, leaving three deep traces of shattering.
"The Dansu gold of the Tianhou Mansion of the Quartet is really worthless, a chariot is against ten thousand armies, and I don't think the combat effectiveness is very good" The three elders were like flags, and the huge black temple was retracted, still suspended in the palm of his hand, and rotated gently.
The power of the golden chariot is naturally not good, and the cultivation of the Ning Feng knife is also extremely high, but one of them suffered a big loss, and out of ten golden chariots, six were lost.
It's just a trick Phew Qin Ming and Ji Yunyun flew out of the amethyst chariot and stood on the high deck of the divine ship, their bodies shining with light and aura.
The two of them were the guests of Ning Feng Dao, and when they appeared at this moment, they were naturally cheering for Ning Feng Dao.
"The heirs of the evil sect really live up to their reputation, but it's a pity that if you are in Dachang today, you still dare to be born, this is not looking for death" Qin Ming snorted coldly.
"It's really mouthy" Lao Sanyi stepped on the surface of the lake, stirring up countless water droplets, and with a wave of his sleeves, a piece of spiritual light swept out, and the cold water droplets were suddenly covered with a layer of metallic light, like a meteor crossing.
Everyone was very taboo about the heirs of the evil sect and did not dare to carry half of it.
Qin Ming's sword technique has reached a higher level, and he has cultivated the Qin family's ten thousand swords to an extremely high level, and with one sword shot, the sword light is divided into two, two into four, and four into eight until it turns into four hundred and twenty-two sword shadows.
The shadow of the sword condensed into a long dragon, like a torrent composed of ten thousand swords An ancient iron scroll flew out of Ji Yunyun's back, with a picture outlined with an iron pen, this is not only a picture, but also a formation map, which can be killed and defended.
"Poof" "Poof" Four hundred and twenty-two sword shadows were scattered by water droplets, and the iron scroll was pierced by water droplets The third child's cultivation is too high, even if he only hits two drops of water, he has already exhausted their means and severely injured the two of them.
Qin Ming and Ji Yunyun retreated at the same time, their bodies flew a hundred zhang away, fell into the snowfield by the lake, and crashed out of two deep pits.
Qin Ming's chest was blasted out of a bloody hole, and a ball of blood was thrown on the snow, and he was quickly frozen into blood slag; Ji Yunyun's right hand was almost broken, and pieces of spiritual light flowed out of the wound.
The peerless sons of the two top families in Nantai Mansion couldn't catch the third child's move when they joined forces, and they were easily hit hard.
"Qin Ming was defeated so easily, he is the number one master of the younger generation of the Qin family."
Wang Meng couldn't believe his eyes, even if the third child was very powerful, he couldn't defeat the genius of a top family so easily.
The defeat was too fast, and it was unacceptable for the monks who came to Nantai Mansion for them.
"It's not because of talent, it's because the gap in cultivation is too big" Feng Feiyun thought that the speed of cultivation was already very fast, enough to gain a foothold in the younger generation, but after seeing the cultivation of Su Yun and Lao San, he felt that there was still a big gap between himself and the real powerhouses of the younger generation.
The cultivation is still too low, how can we break through to a higher realm in the shortest possible time These people present are all the heroes of the younger generation, and many of them have reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation, and only when they reach that realm can they be qualified to participate in the competition of the heroes, otherwise they can only be a bystander like now.
Feng Feiyun also wants to fight, and he also wants to be sharp, and the need for strength in his heart is getting stronger and stronger The talent is high, what's the use or the combat power is strong, it is the capital to be dominant, just like Shi Yelai has already reached the epic level of talent, but it is not because the cultivation is only the first weight of the Mandate of Heaven, and it cannot be compared with the old eight epic epic-level geniuses, and it can't even compete with Princess Luofu.
If you want to be undefeated, you must first make yourself strong.
Genius is only the strong man in the future, and this world is the stage for the strong "Boom" Ning Fengdao has reached the Shenji Great Perfection for many years, ranking fortieth in the Hundred Pagoda List, but at this moment, he was defeated by the third child, and was seriously injured by the Xuanwu Temple, lying on the lakeside, kneeling on one knee, coughing up blood in his mouth.
"I said a long time ago that the Vientiane Tower has declined, Ning Feng Dao, your talent is good, and you actually let me use a three-layer cultivation to defeat you.
The Vientiane Pagoda has declined, if you are willing to submit to the third hall of my Senluo Palace, I guarantee that within three years, your cultivation will be ten times stronger than it is now.
The third child's green face was filled with a sinister smile, and the laughter lingered in the night sky for a long time.
The third child was also a young man, even younger than Ning Fengdao, but his cultivation was already terrifying, which made the countless Vientiane Pagoda students present silently bow their heads.
Ning Fengdao hesitated a little in his heart, he was not only defeated by the third child, but even his heart was defeated, could it be that the Senluo Hall was really more powerful than the Vientiane Tower, and the cultivation techniques of the Senluo Hall were also more powerful than the Vientiane Tower Otherwise, how could I lose It must be so It must be so Worship the door of the Senluo Temple, perhaps it is really more promising Feng Feiyun was standing next to an old willow tree in the lake, the little demon was dressed in a white fox fur, holding a white cat, holding his sleeve, with a pair of big round eyes, staring at Ning Fengdao kneeling on the ground without blinking.
"Brother, he is ranked 40th on the list of 100 towers, why does the male lord of the younger generation kneel on the ground but don't stand up" The little demon's voice was sweet, and she couldn't understand it when she was not deeply involved in the world.
"He was scared.
A person whose body is crippled is still able to get up from the ground; But if a person's heart is defeated, he will never be able to stand up.
"Wind Flying Cloud Road.
"Brother, you lied, he stood up" The little demon stared at Ning Fengdao, who slowly stood up.
"He's actually still kneeling" Feng Feiyun grabbed the little demon's small hand with his backhand, led her to turn around and leave, walking towards the snowy wasteland, leaving two footprints, one large and one small.
The cold wind roared, rolling up a thousand piles of snow and drowning their figures.
There were a lot of strong people in the Vientiane Tower present, such as the third prince of the Great Food Country, Shi Yelai, Princess Luofu, and some people standing in the shadows, but in the battle behind, Feng Feiyun was no longer willing to look at it.
Even if someone can defeat the third child, or even defeat the three highnesses, the Vientiane Tower has already lost people.
"Brother, we don't fight for the name on the holy monument," the little evil demon said.
"If you want to fight, I can send you back."
Feng Feiyun is just moving forward, the pace is getting faster and faster, and the steps are getting bigger and bigger.
"Brother don't fight, I don't fight" The little demon's legs are shorter than Feng Feiyun's, and his steps are smaller than Feng Feiyun's, but his walking speed is not slower than Feng Feiyun's.
Feng Feiyun and the little demon are gone, but the battle on the lakeside has not stopped, as if no one knows that they are leaving, and no one cares whether they leave or stay.
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Bi Ningshuai also slipped away, he was not disappointed in the students of the Vientiane Pagoda and left, but he was afraid that one of the three highnesses would just want to walk as far as possible, and never see that person.
Wang Meng stayed, he was a person who liked to watch the excitement, and the more lively the place, the more he wanted to squeeze in.
This night is destined to be quite lively Four days later, there was still endless snow.
The wind is still very fast, very fierce, very cold.
The snow in the world has not stopped, and the snow on the ground is getting thicker and thicker, as if the whole world is about to enter an ice age.
"In the battle of the Holy Lake, the Vientiane Pagoda was completely defeated in the hands of the Senluo Palace, ten battles and ten defeats, hey, is the evil sect too powerful, or is the Vientiane Pagoda really declining?"
A dilapidated mountain temple halfway up the mountain, covered with cobwebs, the walls had collapsed in one corner, and a cold wind blew countless snowflakes into it from the leaky location.
The air was really cold, and the copper stove, which was originally used for incense, was covered with a layer of water, and the water was frozen into ice Next to the collapsed idol, a ball of firewood was raised by the fleeing people, and they were talking about the battle on the shore of the holy lake four days ago.
"I heard that the epic-level genius of the Vientiane Tower also made a move, and he was the tenth to make a move, but he only fought with His Royal Highness of the Fourth Hall of the Senluo Hall for three thousand moves, and after three thousand moves, he also failed miserably."
These few people dressed in tatters were all local cultivators of the Three Holy Counties, but after the corpse evil invaded the Three Holy Counties, their immortal gates were all breached, and their fellow disciples were even more killed and injured.
It wasn't until recently that the geniuses of the major sects poured into the Three Holy Counties and killed countless corpse demons, and their days of hiding in Tibet were a little better.
"Princess Luofu didn't make a move, if she did, she might be able to win a game for the Vientiane Tower," someone said.
"The one in the Senluo Hall who pinched the red lotus did not make a move, and it is rumored that these two women had fought in the air, and the outcome was unknown."
"Hey, anyway, the Vientiane Pagoda is known as the first holy place in the world, but it has been defeated in ten battles in front of the descendants of the evil sect, I am afraid that for a long time in the future, the students of the Vientiane Pagoda will not be able to raise their heads."
"This is the evil sect is about to be born, and it is necessary to step on the Vientiane Tower and shock the world" "Is there anyone who has left their name on the monument," a young man's voice sounded from outside the temple.
Outside the temple, the wind is rushing The sound of the tearing wind could not drown out the young voice The evacuees in the ruined temple on the mountainside all kept silent and looked out of the old and dilapidated windows "Dada" Two footsteps were heard outside the mountain temple.
A young man wearing the robes of the Vientiane Tower trainees, holding the hand of a little girl, walked from the thick snow
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