The flames and frost intertwined into two extreme colors, creating a splendid color in the long night starry sky forest.
The moment the iron spear struck, everything happened in a flash of lightning. Shang Chang was even ready to witness the cruel and bloody scene of the corpse demon proton being dismembered.
At the moment when the wind of gunfire swept up the flames and frost, overwhelming Bailian, Shang Chang and the disciples of the True Immortal Cult were unaware of it. Only Yan Poyun, whose eyes were emitting spiritual fire, understood clearly at this moment. Captured, the young man under the gun made a strange and weird movement with his hands.
His hands were clasped together, and ten slender, tightly stretched fingers moved slightly.
“Buzz————”
In the fierce fire and mysterious frost, bursts of bee-like string sounds suddenly echoed. The musket that came towards Bailian was cut into several pieces in the rapid string sound. , like fire rain, falling around Bai Lian's body.
But not even an inch of fire touched his clothes.
Yan Poyun only heard the harsher strings sounding rapidly, and the iron spear in his hand sank with great force, although it was not cut apart like those invisible fire spears.
But among the flying frost and chaotic fire, he saw a few strands of translucent silk threads dancing in the wind, brushing against the rough gun body, and bursting out with wisps of eye-catching sparks and flames.
There was finally a noticeable change on Yan Poyun's face.
He actually saw the translucent thread scratching out pale marks on his Cloud-breaking Gun.
Regardless of the fact that this Cloud-breaking Spear was once thrown into the Golden Sea, it was tempered all day long by the power of the Golden Sea to create such a peerless soul seal artifact. It fell into the belly of the mountain rock whale, and this is what happened in the Golden Sea. The powerful and mysterious demon whale's stomach fire could not dissolve this spear at all.
At this moment, he is holding a gun with his demonic body and immortal soul, and it is protected by his demonic and immortal energy.
The transparent silk thread, which did not show half of its spiritual energy, was actually made of something. It was able to cut through his protective spiritual energy, break through the power of the gun, and leave traces on this immortal soul seal artifact.
Seeing this, Yan Poyun was even more determined to kill Bailian.
The silk threads were simply sharp and sharp, and their momentum was soft, but also showed the appearance of being powerless. Under such a huge gap in realms, no matter how sharp these threads were, they could not cut through his spear, nor could they stop the spear from falling.
Yan Poyun's eyes were slightly cold, his arm muscles were slightly tense, and the Qi on the gun surged, trying to shatter the silk threads flying around.
But he never thought that in the chaotic dance of Qi, those silk threads seemed to have roots in his hands. Although they were flying messily, they appeared in endless circles, wrapping around the rough and irregular gun body.
Bailian's arms crossed and slid, and he used dazzling footwork. With the skill of four or two moves, he deflected the momentum of the spear by half a point.
The moment it landed dangerously close to the cheek, all the old and dead trees ten miles away in the forest were turned into powder.
But the unchangeable fact is that Bailian, who was destined to die, actually dodged this shot.
Shang Chang was so shocked that his whole body was messy in the wind.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously. If he hadn't sensed any misalignment, this kid had gone from taming the monster beast to fighting a group of disciples of the True Immortal Cult. Until now, he had not used the power of the monster beast to fight Yan Poyun head-on. Shot him.
What's even more outrageous is that Shang Chang remembered that the corpse demon's proton cultivation had already sealed the cultivation for Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, but in fact, he never showed any sign of spiritual cultivation from beginning to end.
All the methods used are very strange and have mysterious power.
Shang Chang had no idea how Balian did this.
But he knew that this was undoubtedly a great humiliation for Yan Poyun, the strongest defender of the Golden Sea.
The spear penetrated deeply into the earth, cracking the ground for several miles, and the earth's fire magma bathed the blue gun body, and then splashed up.
Yan Poyun was surrounded by fiery spears, like an ancient god of war, his body full of power.
He looked at Bailian, who was standing gracefully and unscathed to the side, and his eyes gradually darkened, the calm anger before the storm.
Yan Poyun straightened his back, and his majestic and majestic momentum rose accordingly. But before he could make any move, he only felt a slight sting on the side of his neck.
When he turned his gaze away, he saw a small puppet standing weightlessly on his shoulders. The puppet had no vital signs, no sound, and no energy or energy flowing around it.
The miniature boy-shaped doll held a sword majestically in his hand, and the tip of the sword touched the skin of his neck.
Blood beads slowly slid down the cold sword edge.
This little doll... came close to him and stood on his shoulder, but he didn't check it at all!
However, he has always followed the path of killing and never paid attention to defense. This is not because he is not good at defense, but because he himself has a demon-immortal body. After going through the tribulation and tempering the immortal bones, he has the aura of Kunlun Immortal Gang. Body care.
There are very few people in the same situation who can break through his three-foot defense.
But this little soulless doll appeared on his shoulder without anyone noticing.
Yan Poyun drank deeply, the immortal energy all over his body surged, and the sound of deep sea thunder came from his body.
Electric flames burst out from the pores of his body, and a force so powerful that even the natural energy of the world could not resist instantly enveloped the surrounding area.
The little puppet, which was originally standing nimbly, seemed to have rusty joints. It stood crookedly, and electricity could be seen surging between its arms, legs, and body, causing it to dance.
But no matter how twisted it was, it never fell off Yan Poyun's shoulders.
The toothpick-like sword in his hand was thrust into his shoulder as if to stabilize his body. As soon as he was short, he knelt on his shoulder.
The moment the sword edge entered his body, Yan Poyun felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The tangible sword was only half an inch long and cut into the skin and bones. For a moment, he felt as if his body was being penetrated and pushed to the ground.
Half of his body was paralyzed.
But this state only lasted for a short moment. Yan Poyun broke the predicament with his demon blood boiling.
He squatted on the ground with one knee, slapped the ground with one palm, held a gun with one arm, and swept out!
The majestic immortal energy surged once again.
Balian still took a half step back in the same unhurried and exasperating manner, raised his arms slightly, and the translucent threads danced wildly on his fingertips.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound of metal clashing.
What made Yan Poyun's eyes even colder was that what he saw was a pair of slender white hands with fingertips flying deftly. The sky was full of silver threads like waterfalls bursting out from those ten slender jade fingers. The intertwined threads trembled and thousands of threads The thread was firmly placed on the spear that was as rough and powerful as a dragon.
No matter how brightly the electric light flashed, the spear attack could not even land on Balian's body.
They were all blocked by the countless flying silk threads.
Different from the translucent and soft silk threads controlled by the masked boy just now, the thousands of translucent silk threads controlled by a small female doll are more delicate and soft, but each one seems to contain as much weight as a thousand stones. potential.
The two slender, soft and easily folded palms of the little doll actually have unrivaled power. With one pull and one pull, the spear is strangled, sinks downward, and is firmly sealed into the earth.
Yan Poyun's eyes darkened, and he realized that he couldn't muster even half of his spiritual power to pour into the spear.
While the silver thread wrapped around the entire gun body, his consciousness even completely severed contact with the Cloud-Breaking Gun.
People control the puppet, and the puppet controls the thread, but the thread in the puppet's hand is more than a thousand times stronger than the thread in her master's hand!
Years of accumulated experience in life and death battles made it impossible for Yan Poyun to dwell on such strange phenomena.
He gave up the Poyun Spear without hesitation, his mountain-like shoulder muscles tightened tightly, and the puppet sword inserted into his shoulder muscles seemed to be stuck in his body.
The spiritual energy nodes in his body suddenly lit up, and blood surged from the wound on his shoulder. The moment the blood left the body, it turned into a blazing fire, burning the young man doll into flames.
The Qi machine in Yan Poyun's body soon began to operate normally. He put down his gun and clenched his fist. At that moment, it seemed as if the power of the river was condensed in this fist.
Yan Poyun punched out, hitting the female doll right in the face.
After knocking the puppet away, Yan Poyun loosened his fists, thrust his arms into the frosty mist fire, and tore it apart with all his strength.
The space in front of him was torn apart like tissue paper.
Behind Balian, a similar fragmented space appeared.
Yan Poyun was still standing there, but in the space behind Bai Lian, like a mirror image, an identical Yan Poyun actually appeared.
Balian frowned slightly, but did not move his fingers. The female puppet at the other end of the puppet line did not receive any control. Her head was bent straight by a punch, and she seemed to be ready to turn around and rescue Balian.
Yan Poyun had a sneer on his lips.
He stepped on the iron gun with one step. The iron gun was entangled with thousands of puppet threads. As the female doll's body turned, it was restrained and it was difficult to get over.
The mirror image in the cracked space, Yan Poyun, slowly opened his eyes, and the fire surged and burned in reverse.
He looked at Balian, and a cold and ruthless smile appeared on his iron face:
"it's all over."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth slightly, and between opening his mouth, he exhaled a very faint purple gas. The purple gas was like substance, condensed into a purple light and shot toward Bai Lian's back vest.
Seeing the purple energy coming from the east, Shang Chang knew what it meant, and his face turned pale.
He had long heard that Yan Poyun was a demon immortal before he gave birth to immortal bones, so he used his demon soul to raise a big demon purple dragon.
Although this purple dragon is a ten-thousand-year-old monster, its overall size is only one palm long. It is raised under the tongue, which is one of Yan Poyun's special moves.
This purple dragon is extremely poisonous and can corrode everything in the world. Although he is from the demon clan, he is somewhat related to that dragon clan.
Although it is extremely small, there are very few natural enemies that can restrain it, whether in the demon clan or the demon fairy clan.
This purple dragon can eat human essence and blood, and rot the bones of immortals. Once it enters the body, it can be instantly corrupted into dragon energy and taken into the belly, leaving not an inch of corpse bones.
Yan Poyun's murderous intention towards Bailian is no weaker than Bailian's murderous intention towards Zhen Yu.
Under the power of the talisman, Balian's spiritual consciousness was so cohesive that he could detect something strange behind him without turning around.
I sighed secretly in my heart.
This Yan Poyun was a little trickier than he thought.
No matter, after all, it is a powerful enemy in the Tongming realm. If he still retains his true strength, he may really be in danger of his life today.
As for what will happen after that, I have to deal with it first...
Before his thoughts could completely change, Balian only felt a slippery coolness coming from his wrist, gently squirming between his skin.
Immediately afterwards, the temperature around him suddenly turned cold, and the rolling flames in the cracked earth seemed to be extinguished by a heavy snowfall from the Kunlun Snow Summit.
The terrifying high temperature in the forest suddenly fell into the middle of winter, as if the air was about to freeze.
The strong wind seemed to have picked up piles of huge waves, setting off frost-white snow waves in the dark night forest.
Snowflakes as light as smoke and as white as silver danced in the space.
A palm that was more translucent than white snow fell through the wind and snow, and held the purple beam of light.
The moment his palm touched the light beam, the light beam suddenly exploded and the demonic power collapsed.
In the dispersing demonic mist, the demonic dragon's body was exposed.
The purple-red but scaleless demon dragon is really only one palm long. Its whole body is filled with poisonous mist, but it can't damage the hand at all.
The demon dragon was born as a dragon, and even if it was subdued by Yan Poyun and recognized as its master, it would rarely bow its head. It even needed Yan Poyun to feed him the essence and blood of his own tongue for many years, and use the tongue fetus as a spiritual nest in exchange. Just then she reluctantly accepted him as her master and allowed him to drive her.
Even though he is the number one defender of the Golden Sea, he has never truly aweed this arrogant purple dragon.
But at this moment, when those eyes that were like glazed purple beads turned to look over, Zilong Lili was frightened, and his heart was beating with fear!
Within the wisps of cloud-like frost, faint blue and white spiritual energy gradually penetrated. The cold air became slightly heavier, and the outline of a slender and extremely tall woman's figure gradually became clearly visible in the clouds and frost.
The moonlight is like water, and in the water, the woman has silver hair that is as silky as ice. Her hair is as silky as rain, covering her slender body like halo jade. Her eyes are slender and beautiful, and her delicate face is even more natural. The ice and snow formed, and Qiong Yao carved it.
A pair of slender and beautiful dragon horns of the same color as the silver hair reflected a faint and cold brilliance in the moonlight.
She just stood there calmly and quietly, her silver hair as long as water, hanging down on her heels.
The woman's neck is slender, and her legs are even slender. There is no flaw at all. The curves are all in one go. They are outlined from the jade feet like fine jade carvings up to the legs, forming a pair of ingenious things.
Her temperament seems to be gentle, dignified and beautiful, but there is also an aura of innate nobility that seems to have grown in her flesh and blood.
She lowered her purple vertical pupils and glanced at the purple dragon in her hand. The purple dragon trembled all over, as if it was being steadily suppressed by an extremely powerful bloodline force.
The body exploded with a bang, exploding into nothingness and dust particles.
It just disappeared between heaven and earth.
(End of chapter)
