Immortal Ape King

This is almost the most difficult one Yuan Hao has come to this world. It is not from the torture of the flesh, but from the soul, more clear and more painful.

Within his soul sea, the Yuanshen virtual shadow plate sits on the road platform, with unparalleled pressure, constantly exerting means to counter, but still sad to die, even more terrible than Ling.

It is a huge and desperate momentum, such as the magic mountain, the vastness of the sea, although only a trace of breath, but it seems like a knives, constantly playing on Yuan Hong's god.

This is a kind of tempering. Accurately speaking, it is a kind of Tianwei. It is the oppression of the prostitute. It is also a measure of the coming. It is not a generation of people. There is no trace of qualification to set foot here.

The black squeezing magic ridge is like a real dragon, and at first glance, it is cut off, and the abyss is divided into two places. A living place is full of spiritual sanctuary, a desolate ancient, revealing infinite surprise.

Bang!

Thunder and thunder, such as the Tiangu beat!

The black fog over the mountains rushed from the inexplicable void, but even a trace of it could not fall. It was easily pushed away by a mysterious force. If it was powerful, it could not be shaken!

Yuan Hong looked far away, and all the black shadows appeared in the black fog. Some were only a few feet high, while others were as big as mountains. They appeared in the black mist and made embarrassment, such as a ghost.

A claw is found out, and a mountain is easily wiped out. The sharp claws are dozens of meters long, and the earth grabs a gully, and it is full of dark fog, which makes people creepy.

too terrifying! It is really unimaginable, how powerful it will be, I am afraid that within the abyss, no one can compete, and those ancient blood and blood can be killed.

Really fight, it will be turned upside down, almost no one can be spared, the whole abyss is hit by thousands of holes, must be magic light, heaven, magical blooms peerless edge.

Fortunately, there is a light in Yuan Hong’s body that has been lit up, so that those black-eyed creatures are very jealous, and they dare not step further! He went all the way, along the mountains, trying to counter the terrible pressure.

call!

Yuan Hong stood out for a long breath, like a long sword flying out, breaking the big stone! He stretched his arms, like a coffin, and like a Tianpeng wings, his body released terrible potential, such as the burning of the furnace.

He is not afraid of the flesh, very relaxed, fully able to counter the momentum of the oncoming, but still the head shaking, the blood in the shackles, the forehead twisted and twisted, constantly beating.

"God! Is this going to marry my god?" Yuan Hong couldn't help but shout.

too painful! He feels that the gods are creaking, and they are constantly being horrified by the horrible momentum. They not only have to move their blood to counter the external oppression, but also spend a great deal of effort to consolidate the gods!

The pain from the soul is the most profound and the most dangerous!

At this moment, Yuan Hong’s soul is like a storm, and the movement is too big, so he has to stop temporarily, find a remote and hidden place, and stabilize his own god.

pain! Unimaginable pain!

Can't speak, can't tell, people are desperate.

The soul of the sea, the waves of rage, like shaking, almost shaking, let Yuan Hong headache, like to blow up the general, his gods shadow sitting on the platform, bear all the pressure, almost to be crushed.

The sky is like a knives, hanging over the sea of ​​the soul, very fierce and unusual, can swear the gods, and there is a road of thunder, they continue to fall, like the small seat of the platform The little figure is worn out.

That is the real thunder, otherwise Yuan Hong has already fallen, it is a terrible vista, and it also has a great pressure. If the ordinary monk has already decayed, he can’t hold it.

Lei Yin rumble, still continue!

If it is not the black rune blooms, the black sky will prop up the soul sea. Yuan Hong is afraid that the gods have been broken and the soul has been wiped out.

"Oh my god! It is terrible! This can't be contend, even if my soul is strong, I can't stand such a temper!" Yuan Hong mourned, he was born with such a powerful soul, can't bear it!

"Your uncle! I don't believe that Ji Peng is better than me on the Yuanshen. How did they get past?"

Yuan Hong is very confident. Although he is at a disadvantage on the attack, his natural soul is very powerful, far more than his peers, and he condenses the gods during the training period. Although it is a virtual shadow, once it is known, Will be surprised to tremble!

There are so many ancient wizards, and few can do it at this age. Even if the talent is higher, the road to practice should be slowly and step by step, unless it is the reincarnation of the ancient sage.

"Ah...····! I have to find a way to counter the suppression of the general trend, otherwise leaving a road injury will affect my life's practice!" He sneaked into a deep river, sitting on a large stone, wholeheartedly The manipulation of the gods.

"There is something mixed, born congenitally. Lonely, independent and not changed, Zhou Xing does not swear, can be heaven and earth. I don't know its name, the word of strong words: Tao,······"

"There are four majors in the domain, and people live in the same place. Human law, earth law, heaven and earth, and Taoism is natural."

"Dao Shengyi, one life two, two students three, three things all things. Everything is negative and yang, and I think that and..."

Yuan Hong’s continuation of the verses of morality, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, sounds long and far-reaching, like the ancient power of the opening, this is the avenue of the true words, is the carrier of the avenue, once the smashing out, the vision is diverse.

Jinlian blossoms, exudes a fragrance, grows out of the sea of ​​souls, each one is like gold pouring, the above is densely written, the vagueness is like the supreme treasure, the immortal magical power, and the most simple Taoist.

Tiandeng Jinlian, Xiaguangfei Wandao.

Yuan Hong’s Yuanshen shadow is sitting in the golden lotus. At this moment, the sacred and extraordinary, such as the fairy chanting, the golden light flies up, and the thunder and the knives that are falling are lifted up, and finally they are wiped out and turned into a stream of light.

Jinguang is mysterious and extraordinary. With the sacred and simple sounds, it is like setting up a golden bridge and opening up a sky.

Tiandeng Jinlian, this is a legendary vision. At this moment, Yuan Hong’s pressure has been reduced a lot. He constantly reads the scriptures, and his voice is getting louder and louder. He almost spread the whole soul, and every word has Terrible rhyme.

He slowly immersed himself and realized the mystery of infinity. He seemed to see a magnificent palace, to perform a terrible law, and the surrounding soul power was continuously extracted and turned into various weapons.

At the beginning, it was a quaint road tower. It was ordinary and ordinary. It was even worn out, but it was a natural rhyme. It was slowly selected in the soul sea. It suppressed all time and space, and the numerous knives were wiped out. The rich thunder was sucked up. a fine light.

"Amount······!" Yuan Hong feels a light pressure, and with the appearance of the pagoda, his will is more and more concise, the inexplicable Tao Yun came out, the Yuanshen virtual shadow is clear.

Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful!

Road to Road, very Avenue!

The tower is full of rhyme, so people are intoxicated. It gently suppresses the ten parties and devours everything. It seems to fly from chaos, and it has a magical charm. Yuan Hong’s hands are swiping, unconscious. The beginning of the mark.

Then, the pagoda disappeared, and the sea of ​​souls was quiet, but Yuan Hong did not dare to slack off, because he felt the power of a heart, this is the eve of the storm.

Bang·····!

Suddenly, the sky has changed! It is not the abyss, but the soul sea of ​​Yuan Hong. It is filled with a strange and terrible momentum. It is much stronger than the previous momentum, like a Tailored magic mountain.

Thunder is too blazing, Tian Yuan Hong soul raging in the sea, like a real thunder, the electric light is like a dragon, it is impossible to imagine, a teenager in the training period, actually encountered such terrible things.

Such awe-inspiring, so vast, is simply desperate, without a trace of vitality, if Yuan Hong is now in a state of mind, it has already scared the world, because this is a desperate situation.

No one can be at this age, in this realm, to spend such a terrible robbery, even if it is a natural body, or has a terrible constitution, invincible blood, is not sure.

Because this is beyond the big realm too much, even if it is all-powered to counterbalance, it is useless. Under Tianwei, everything is crushed into gray, which is the catastrophe that this world has lowered.

The sorrowful magic ridge is like a dragon, and it comes to a terrible pressure. It seems to have been violated by the pressure and awakened from sleep.

Yuan Hong was in a state of mind at the moment, and his mind was flashing in his mind. He came into contact with the most mysterious method, and tried his best to grasp the greater and greater pressure of the Tao in the mouth.

puff!

Suddenly, Yuan Hong showed his intoxicated smile, his hands waving, and the shadow of the gods and gods made a seal, and they couldn't help but go forward and turned into a fairy light to fly out.

when······!

A bell rang and suddenly exploded in the sea of ​​the sea. The bronze bell flew out of the fairy light, which was full of the size of the mountain. When the cockroach appeared, the thunder of the tumbling was stagnant, as time was frozen.

The same simple and natural, but there is a terrible rhyme, the lines on the big clock, the brand of the sun and the moon, the mountains and rivers, there are congenital gods and battles, there are ancient ancestors sacrifice, there is no immortal biography Law, there are terrible trolls roaring.

It hangs in the void and does not move, gently swaying, and another bell, like the sound of the heavens, with a mysterious and mysterious mystery, let Yuan Hong's soul sea sway, and then the spirit of the earthquake.

The sound waves are slowly pushed out, and the terrible heavens are shaken silently. The electric light and the thunder are wiped out, and they are scattered in the soul sea. Everything that is terrible in the blink of an eye disappears.

This is a bit dumbfounded, like a dream, just the horrible thing no longer exists, as if it has not happened, only a mysterious big clock hung there.

"Don't kill"

Yuan Hong’s illusion of Yuanshen actually opened his mouth and woke up from the Tao, slowly speaking.