I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

"There is a flaw!" The haunting snake-shaped **** pierced the back of the woman's head.

The ultimate killing intent and majestic coercion suppressed the heavens, extremely powerful.

He actually wanted to kill the girl in this place.

In this trial of absolute freedom, fighting each other seems to have become the norm.

However, the yin and yang two qi rose up, and the immortal yin and yang spirit root reversed the yin and yang world, causing the girl's figure to suddenly shift in violation of the laws of physics, avoiding the shocking blow.

The snake-shaped **** child was stunned, and immediately felt an extremely hot pain from above.

He raised his head and found a bright and unparalleled woman, dancing wildly, with a phoenix falling in her palm, and a fiery phoenix shot out from the palm of her palm, stunning the starry sky, accompanied by the scream of the son of God.

The son of Xinghai Dajiao was penetrated by a blazing phoenix, turned into a charred body and fell to the ground.

The face of the other **** changed drastically. With his many wings and eight wings shaking, he displayed a costly escape secret method, turned into a stream of light across the sky, and fled cleanly.

The woman did not go after her, because she now has more important people beside her.

"Master!" The woman flew towards the boy, with unconcealable joy on her face.

She is not someone else, but Ji Yinyin, An Bulang's apprentice.

"Yinyin, are you so amazing now?" Nalan Jinli looked surprised.

The two **** sons of Xinghai Great Sect were beaten to death and escaped by the girl. This invincible demeanor is really amazing.

"It's just a little improvement."

Ji Yinyin smiled, her bright eyes staring at the young man in front of her.

An Bulang rubbed the girl's head and said with a smile: "I really deserve to be my apprentice."

Hearing the boy's compliment, this stunning girl finally showed a satisfied smile, Bai Yu's delicate face showed a red glow, which looked particularly intoxicating.

In fact, An Bulang saw Ji Yinyin so powerful, and as a master, he felt very fulfilled.

An unexplainable sense of relief and pride is to cultivate a princess who is about to be driven to death by the water and fire spirit roots into a peerless arrogant who can suppress the goddess of Xinghai Dajiao.

Ji Yinyin took out the eternal divine source of the dry ocean center, flew to the side of the young god, with thousands of autumn water in his eyes, and sent the leftover pearl from the sea to the young man: "Master, here."

"I already have it. Keep this for yourself." An Bulang shook his head.

"Oh..." The girl was slightly disappointed, but she still solemnly collected the eternal gods.

"So...Master...Can I join you?" Ji Yinyin looked at Nalan Jinli who was riding An Bulang, expressing envy.

An Bulang smiled upon hearing this: "You came just right, and I just need you."

"I need me..." When Ji Yinyin heard these words, her face became even more red, and she was about to turn into a blazing cloud, her moist and red lips slightly opened, her eyes blurred, and her whole body turned suddenly. The numbness became soft.

"Master said... he said he needs me..."

The girl's heartbeat speeded up, and she looked at the boy madly.

Nalan Jinli was taken aback: "Is there something wrong with this Yinyin?"

"Problem? No...I...I have no problem..." The girl recovered from the beautiful fantasy, tried to calm her thoughts, her eyes firm, "No matter what the master asks me to do, I will do it!"

In this way, Ji Yinyin joined Anbulang's team.

In addition to looking for a place of good fortune, An Bulang now needs a law protector to let him break through without interruption.

Ji Yinyin is obviously the best defender whom he can trust.

It would be great if the little tree and the little demon could come in. They broke through to become gods, they were extremely powerful, and they were just right to act as his protector, but he couldn't bring them in.

The only thing that can be brought in are the eighteen statues that incorporate the inheritance of the gods and kings. They can be brought in as props. This kind of combat power is not enough in front of the top thousand talents in the world.

Of these arrogances who can enter the third competition, which one is not a aptitude evildoer, possesses all kinds of magical powers, and most of them should be able to win against the powerhouses at the peak level of the robbery.

The only advantage of the eighteen **** king statues is their large number.

A few or more than a dozen gang fights one by one, it's a big win.

An Bulang leaped high in the sky riding a white dragon, constantly crossing this lonely continent.

This continent is huge, although it is not comparable to the Hongmeng Continent, but it is definitely more than a thousand times the size of ordinary life planets. There are many wonderful and strange races on it, and it has all kinds of mysterious fairy relationships.

He looked into the distance with his pupils, trying to maximize his power of insight.

Suddenly, a familiar qi that made him extremely palpitations made him tremble.

"Quick! Stop it!" An Bulang mentioned Nalan Jinli's dragon horn.

Nalan Jinli stopped the flight immediately, looking at An Bulang with puzzled face.

An Bulang did not speak, but looked into the distance, his eyes became terrifying, and his fists clenched even more.

He saw a great battle in the fossil mountains far away.

The terrifying energy chaos is raging.

The sky collapsed, the earth was annihilated, and the blood of the invincible giant monster stained the fossil mountains red.

More than a dozen arrogant arrogant arrogances bleed blood.

The purple-haired man is like a god, standing in the center of the corpses of the Tianjiao, with a faint smile on his face, as if nothing can make his mood fluctuate.

In front of him, there was a man who was crucified to death by a spear, the only man worthy of his use.

The man was tattooed with ancient dragon totems on his back, and his bloodline dries up against the sky. The ultimate golden dragon blood flowed all over the place, turning into a golden dragon-shaped essence.

He has fallen...but the corpse is also so powerful that it palpitates.

Even though the divine spear penetrates through the heart and is cut off from vitality, the dragon will still be able to mobilize the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, attached to the body, as if he could fight again, unyielding and tragic.

An Bulang trembled all over, and her breathing was extremely rapid.

He knew that the purple-haired man was the one who hit him hard before.

He also knows that Peerless Tianjiao who was killed.

One of the ten arrogances of the Immortal Palace...Chen Qiuran!

That cultivator for fifty years can carry the real dragon on his back and fight against the gods against the sky.

Now he has fallen and died in the hands of the man with purple hair!

At this time, the purple-haired man seemed to feel something, and looked in the direction of An Bulang.

"Koi, run away, run away in the opposite direction! Use virtual magic!"

An Bulang shouted suddenly.

It was the first time Nalan Jinli saw An Bulang so nervous.

She immediately used the Void Magic Technique and fled away without looking back.

Ji Yinyin looked solemn, she seemed to be stared at by a very terrifying **** in an instant, which made her feel chills, which was an extremely powerful and terrifying aura.

It's just that the Qi machine swept over her body, and she no longer paid attention, as if the supreme god, glanced at the little white rabbit indifferently, and let it go without any threat.

Very strong...

The enemy who made Master escape decisively is very strong!

The man with purple curly hair did not chase Anbulong, but pulled up the spear inserted in Chen Qiuran, and set his gaze back on the mountains full of ancient fossils.

His face is still a harmless smile of humans and animals, and he walks casually, feeling Tao Yun.

Behind him, all the heavenly arrogant blood, one after another corpses fell under him, no one can make him interested.

"Oh... the top ten sanctuary... Immortal Emperor Palace... everything is so fragile..."

He muttered to himself softly, as if telling a very ordinary thing.

"This competition is very boring, but the way of Hongmeng is more worth looking forward to."

No one heard his whispers clearly.

However, the Hongmeng Dojo has already set off a stormy sea.

This is the first time that the Tianjiao sent by the Immortal Emperor Palace has fallen on top of the Great Competition of Ten Thousand Realms.

Chen Qiuran, an extremely devilish figure and a seeded player who won the championship, was killed on the spot on that lonely continent.

The invincible posture of the mysterious purple-haired man, as well as the tragic and majesty of the Immortal Emperor's Palace Tianjiao, both shocked the minds of spectators of all races at this moment.

"The Tianjiao of the Immortal Emperor Palace has fallen..."

"Sure enough, no power is eternally undefeated."

"Who is that purple-haired man, and why is he so powerful? The emperor of which clan?"

One by one mystery rose in the hearts of everyone.

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Some Tianjiao and the high-level people who kept protesting against the fall of their power's top Tianjiao were suddenly less distressed. Even the Tianjiao of the Immortal Emperor Palace could fall. What use are they protesting here?

"The Tianjiao of the Immortal Emperor Palace died in battle, the Emperor Bulang of the Immortal Emperor Palace flees when he sees it..."

"This……"

"Surely the emperor who is so embarrassed is not showing people a joke?"

"It's better than death? If the son of Lang is gone, it must be a death."

"But the appearance of him running away is really funny, is there no one to carry the beam in the Immortal Emperor Palace?"

"They organized the Grand Competition with Ten Thousand Realms in order to achieve their deterrence to the Ten Thousand Realms, but they did not expect to expose their weakness in front of the Ten Thousand Realms, and even the twilight feeling that the building was about to fall. It's ridiculous..."

The powerhouses of the void clan have already begun to seize the opportunity to ridicule.

No matter how everyone analyzes it, the invisible prestige of the Immortal Emperor Palace in front of thousands of people has changed.

Regarding this, Ye Ling Zhizun, who was sitting at the forefront and dominating the audience, did not say a word.

She looked at the golden **** corpse and was silent for a long time.

In this big competition, there is no absolutely safe Tianjiao ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Any Tianjiao may fall.

The Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Realms is still going on.

An Bulang flees when he sees the purple-haired man, which is not in line with his character.

But he knew that he had more important things to do.

Perhaps it is the thrilling willows and the flowers in another village.

An Bulang is in a chaotic place where the laws are shattered, and I saw a place of good fortune where there is a great power hanging down. There are green mountains and green waters, birds, beasts, insects and fish, surrounded by the ghosts of the five elements, gods, and beasts. Chung, there is more rhythm of heaven and earth!

An Bulang can feel that this is like a certain kind of loss after the ultimate destruction and destruction of the entire continent, and the loss of eternity and life is like the reversal of Yin and Yang, the cycle of life and death.

To live to death is really great luck!

"Finally found you, the best place for me to break through!"

An Bulang's pupils were bright, and he began to prepare for a breakthrough.