The First Immortal of the Heavens

Night, hazy.

Before Leishan's handprints, it was still as calm as the evening, only Zhang Yang put away the sound transmission stone, and he re-entered the state of organizing the killing thunder sacred power.

They didn't know that the five hundred immeasurables had come.

On the contrary, the places far away from them are boiling, and their eyes are cast here, and many people are even eagerly looking forward to the results.

The undercurrent of calm has already flooded to the bright surface.

At the darkest hour before dawn, a ray of light suddenly lit up, and the shining thunder mountain was as bright as day.

That is the light from one person.

Bing Yuyan!

She seemed to have realized to a very important point, the diffused light lingered in this area, and a brand new picture was condensed in the light.

The ice and snow are flying, the thunder and lightning are roaring, and a beautiful and beautiful woman is independent among them, as if fusing.

Zhang Yang stepped aside and watched carefully.

The scene condensed in the light interprets the very pure magic of Tao.

The frozen world is snowing.

The thunderstorm is flashing.

Slowly, the flying snow was stained with a ray of thunder, and then the thunder began to cover the snow, as if to submerge it, but between the fingers of that peerless beauty flying, the snow emerged from the thunder, both It's fusion, not replacement.

When the thunder and lightning separate and merge at will, and become free, all the light begins to dim, and a ray of light appears in the east, and the day is about to dawn.

Zhang Yang tusk and exclaimed: "Bing Yuyan, Bingyuyan, I am really confused by your appearance. Your talent is so high that it seems to far exceed my imagination. I thought it would take you a few years. If you can merge Thunder Dao with your original Dao, you actually only spent a few hours, which is far greater than the gap in my understanding."

"It’s no wonder that you were thought to be able to prove the way to sanctification five hundred years ago. Shaku Shinichi was right. At that time, you were thought to walk a long way in the path of a saint. Now I see, if I break the eternal night, you I don’t even doubt becoming immortal."

He said playfully: "It seems that today's battle will be your real famous battle five hundred years from now!"

He put his arms around his chest and stood watching from a distance.

When the sun rises, all the light disappears.

When the sun went three poles, Bing Yuyan opened his eyes and stood up slowly.

She changed.

Standing up again, the whole person seems to have become the center of this world. Although it is a thousand miles away from the hazy figure of Shengjun Lei, she is indeed the case. The key is to add her own unparalleled appearance. The body, temperament, and blending together, even look amazing.

She clearly stood in front of Leishan, compared with Leishan, she was as small as an ant, but her brilliance at the moment was too great, which in turn made Leishan very small.

It seems that the earth, mountains and rivers are all at her feet.

"Ok?"

Zhang Yang was puzzled. He realized that his killing thunder sacred power was actually stimulated and turned slightly to form resistance. He couldn't help but stare wide and blurted out: "You have achieved the Eucharist!"

Bing Yuyan didn't look at him, raised her head, and faced the sky with that peerless face.

A sacred power suddenly aroused from her body, vast, majestic, domineering and oppressive void trembling, oppressing earth trembling, oppressive thunder mountain cracks, even the handprints began to collapse and lose With all the mysteries of Thunder Road, it is already impossible to resist this holy power.

Bing Yuyan makes the Eucharist!

Originated from the Lei Dao heritage of Lei Shengjun.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang realized that her body was refining earlier, and she was actually transforming her body.

Very surprised, very unexpected.

But thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help laughing. With the level of the Lei Sage Monarch, letting his Slaughter Thunder Sacred Power passively rush all the way to completion from the first glimpse, it was truly incredible.

Isn't it simple to achieve a mere Eucharist?

Of course, Zhang Yang has also seen that Lei Shengjun's level is too high after all, so I am afraid that Bingyuyan's Eucharist will even look up to the saints. The level is very, very high, because from the feeling, it seems to be able to challenge him. The sacred power of the King Kong Dragon, in other words, may step into the sacred body possessed by the saint's Dacheng realm.

Such Communion can directly increase Bing Yuyan's combat power many times.

Looking at her again, facing the scorching sun, the blue silk is flying, her beautiful face is hazy with a layer of light, her body naturally floats, her white skirt is fluttering, she outlines a moving curve, and she carries the holy sword of ice, adding a dashing and heroic posture.

She exudes a kind of charm.

Like a charm, like a sacred rhyme, as if there is still such a fairy rhyme, flutteringly wanting to turn away.

She still hasn't completely digested the inheritance of Thunder Road, which takes time, but it has already made a big difference for her.

Zhang Yang looked at her skin delicate, fair, lustrous, with a faint ivory-like luster, and he muttered to himself: "The beauty is beautiful, the sacred bones are like gods and immortals are also holy."

Bing Yuyan looked at Zhang Yang, her black and white eyes were even more transparent and clear, her pupils were pitch black like ink dots, and the whites of her eyes were extremely clean, as if they were painted.

The key is that her eyes are transparent and deep, as if they can contain the world.

"I am a fairy." Bing Yuyan's red lips lightly opened, and his voice was like an oriole.

Zhang Yang sighed secretly. The feeling that Bing Yuyan gave her was even a bit more fairy than Yao Ruoxian. This is the reason of the immortal way in the inheritance of Lei Dao, so Bing Yuyan will step on to compete with Yao Ruoxian. On the road of Huaxian.

At the same time, Bing Yuyan’s sacred body is stronger, which is enough to overwhelm the sacred body of Qiu Yi Nong, but Qiu Yi Nong has the saint method to make up for, so the combination of the two Qiu Yi Nong and Bing Yuyan also compete.

In a daze, he seemed to be able to see the three most outstanding women in southern Xinjiang in the future fighting together for beauty.

Zhang Yang slapped it gently and said, "Wake up, wake up, stop being immersed in narcissism."

Bing Yuyan stared, "I'm a fairy, don't move my hands and feet in the future, be careful I kill you."

Zhang Yang caress his forehead, the nature of the female hooligan will never change, he said: "It's time to do it."

Bing Yuyan immediately constricted her frowning expression, and turned into a cold, arrogant, proud posture. She was like a goddess, more like a fairy, and stepped out.

Her voice full of warfare sounded from heaven and earth.

"I want to step on the boundless corpses in southern Xinjiang and reach the top of the boundless bodies in southern Xinjiang."

Ruoxian's voice is melodious and beautiful, but with a strong murderous intent, it echoes in the world.

And the first to hear her voice was the immeasurable fifty people from Guishentai.

The biggest black hand stifling changes in the pattern of southern Xinjiang is undoubtedly the Ghosts and Gods Terrace.

Even such a pattern in southern Xinjiang has been throughout the eternal night, and it is for such a pattern, which is close to the posture of ruling southern Xinjiang, so of course they are the most active response.

Now, Guishentai has also rectified the various effects of being killed by the saint corpse.

This time there will be Guishentai's No. 1 Boundless Ghost King Futian leading the team.

There are a total of fifty Immeasurables, and nearly half of them have six or seven lives.

This is a very terrifying force.

They drove at full speed and had already reached Tianmu Mountain, which was only more than six hundred miles away from Qingque Palace, and at their speed, they could arrive soon.

Just as they were about to fly over Tianmu Mountain, they saw the icy jade face of peerless beauty appeared on the mountain.

One person, one sword, facing the fifty immeasurable ghosts and gods.

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