Sword of Coming

When the man in green shirt grabbed the golden body of the owner of the Zaoxi River canal, the Lord of Cangjun Lake had an angry look on his face, as if he would take action in anger at any time, and even went ashore to fight.

But when the man smashed the golden body of a river god with one punch, Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, felt calm and his expression was dull. Facing the foreigner who looked like he was riding a horse, Yin Hou raised his hand and put his fingers together. Two rays of spiritual light, one light gold and one green, condensed like small snakes respectively, entangled at the fingertips, entwined with each other. Yin Hou gently swayed, and the water surface of Cangyun Lake with him as the center was instantly enveloped in mist and green smoke. A hundred feet of water in a radius.

On the other side of the ferry, not to mention Du Yu from the Ghost Ax Palace, even if Yan Qing turned his energy and looked at it intently, all he could see was a vast expanse of fog. There was no sign of the Lord of the Lake and the many civil servants and generals of the Dragon Palace in Cangjun Lake. The ancestor of Jiabaodong Fairyland seemed to have mastered the master's important treasure. A burst of treasure light loomed, protecting all the fellow monks, and then began to retreat slowly, probably leaving the battlefield completely to the side of Lake Lord Yinhou.

At the edge of the water mist, a pale golden python and a green snake were circling continuously. Both sides flew tail by tail, like dragons moving clouds and raining, adding to the mist on the lake.

Yan Qing only knew that this was one of the natal magical powers of a man who had attained the Dao Water God. It was not just a simple blind trick, but a prison similar to a talisman array. Once a monk or a pure martial artist was detained in it, he could consume the spiritual energy of the Qi Palace respectively. And pure Qi, it is a water grinding method that can be used both offensively and defensively.

Du Yu always stood on the same spot, glancing at the messy ferry in front of him. It collapsed into a mess. Only the ground beside the bamboo box and hiking pole was still intact.

The senior is really a genius.

What does this mean? This shows that the senior has not yet used his full strength when he puts his foot on the ground.

Yan Qing waved his sleeves and scattered the dust from the ferry.

But her eyes were always fixed on the movement on the other side of Cangjun Lake. The vast formation of water mist with a radius of hundreds of feet suddenly seemed like a fishing net being pulled up by someone, and became only more than ten feet in size, but the mist also followed. It became thicker and thicker than water, and the golden python and the green giant snake crashed directly into the formation, one on the left and the other on the right.

Yan Qing sighed in his heart. After all, it was a battle on Cangjun Lake. The Lord of the Lake, Yin Hou, took advantage of the right time and place. Another confidant, the River God, paid the price with his life to block the man's forward momentum and lost the first move. He must have been in a bad situation. It will only get worse. The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, has been able to stand firm in the Yinping Kingdom for thousands of years. As the Water God, he is on an equal footing with the Lord of the Five Mountains of the country. It is no wonder that the ancestor of the sect would choose the Dragon Palace as the last place to stay during his trip to the city.

Yan Qing glanced at Du Yu and saw a calm expression on his face.

Du Yu noticed Yan Qing's gaze and turned around with a smile, "A small pond cannot trap my brother Chen who can turn the world upside down with just a sneeze."

Yan Qing sneered.

After the war ends, let’s see if you can still say this kind of disgusting flattery.

The monks of Baodong Fairyland have withdrawn from the battlefield more than a hundred feet away. The founder Fan Weiran still has not put away the magical power of the mountain-protecting treasure. I saw golden light overflowing from the golden crown on the head of the old woman, shining in all directions. A man appeared next to the old woman. Like the female official in heaven on the hanging statue, her face is blurred, she is covered in golden light, and her figure is graceful. This ethereal golden maid has her sleeves fluttering, and reaches out to hold up a fairy canopy to protect all the Baodong fairyland monks. Fan Weiran is at his feet. The lake has frozen, creating a temporary ferry for people to stand on.

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the Patriarch has no intention of getting involved in tonight's fight.

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, was still standing where he was, but the two remaining River Gods had already led the people away. Looking at the direction, they were heading back home. The owner of the Shaoxi Canal also seemed to have received amnesty, and seemed to be a blessing in disguise. With a face full of excitement, he used his magical power to turn into a cloud of water mist, quickly heading towards his Shaoxi Canal.

Yan Qing knew full well that this was Cangyun Lake's intention to mobilize a large number of troops to kill that man.

Marquis Yin still had that leisurely air and smiled at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing turned a blind eye.

Strange phenomena occurred on the lake.

A golden thread suddenly appeared in the formation cage covering the lake, and then the water formation exploded, melting into the lake like ice melting into water.

The guest in green shirt held his back with one hand, and also put his fingers together, facing Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, with his back to the ferry.

The man pinched a golden fairy treasure basket between his fingers and burned it for less than half.

Yan Qing was puzzled.

Just a barrier-breaker charm?

Is there such a powerful barrier-breaking talisman in the world?

Not only did this break the Lake Lord Yin Hou's formation, but from the direction of Yan Qing and Du Yu's ferry, we could also see the man's hand behind his back, clenching his fist lightly, and revealing two small snakes, one light gold and one green. 's tail.

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, was not surprised at all when he saw the strange sight. He smiled and said, "How does this foreign immortal master feel about the appetizers served by Cangjun Lake for guests?"

Chen Ping'an looked around. The two river gods and the owner of the Shaoxi canal should have returned to their respective jurisdictions. Starting from the sources of the three rivers, they continued to build momentum downstream to help the lake master lay out a real killing array.

If he hadn't noticed the movement outside, Chen Pingan wouldn't have minded staying in the formation, just enjoying the cool air and admiring the moon. After all, the two water-carrying snakes and pythons owned by Yin Hou, the Lord of the Lake, were not the masters of the Shaoxi Canal after the small training. Take out the shabby handwriting of four taels of water transport essence. After weighing it, I found that each weighed at least one kilogram. He was worthy of being a king of the lake, and his background was far beyond that of the little canal owner He Po.

Chen Ping'an temporarily gave up his plan to completely refine the two water-transporting snakes and pythons. The two gleams of light in his hands behind his back disappeared in an instant, and he was detained outside the gate of Shui Mansion.

If he really had some backhand plan to cause his body, mind and soul to suffer a little, considering the ability of the Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, Chen Pingan would be in trouble.

In the human body's small heaven and earth Qi Mansion, two water snakes and pythons were entrenched outside the gate of the Water Mansion, shivering.

A fire dragon came madly, raised its head high, and coldly looked down at these two bastards who were inferior to ants. It gently rubbed the ground with one of its paws. If it weren't for the familiar refining aura on them, it would be gone with one paw.

The gate of Shuifu opened instantly and then closed suddenly.

It turned out that two boys in green picked up the golden python and green snake and ran away.

The fire dragon manifested by the martial artist's pure energy moved its huge body, turned around slowly, and left leisurely.

The Lord of the Lake, Yinhou, opened his palm and found a fragment of the golden body, which was all the relics of the Muhan River God after his death.

There was also a bigger piece. After the first punch, the two golden body fragments scattered and spattered out. The thumb-sized one had been snatched into the sleeves of the man in green shirt. If Yin Hou hadn't grabbed it quickly, this piece would have been lost. The essence of the golden body may also become that person's bag.

Yin Hou shook his head slightly and sighed. Although this Muhan River God had the lowest combat power among the three river gods, he was the most loyal. It was a pity that the considerate brook master died like this. It was even more pity that he was left with only such a fragment of his golden body after his death. If you add the slightly larger one, you may be able to increase your cultivation by a hundred years.

The fragment of the golden body sank into the palm of Yin Hou's hand, and he planned to slowly refine it after the battle. This was an unexpected surprise.

The death of a so-called general under his command is nothing. He can just go back and ask the Emperor of Ping State for a royal decree. Anyway, the right-hand man of the River God is already ready to make a move. He has been coveting the position of the River God for a day or two. Otherwise, he Where did those extra rare treasures in my daughter’s boudoir come from?

This Muhan River God has secretly kept two beautiful maids with good qualifications in the past hundred years. If the Dragon Palace really wants to care about her, it would be a shame to die. However, he is a generous Lord of the Lake and does not want to It just chilled the hearts of all the soldiers.

Chen Pingan glanced at the monks in Baodong Wonderland further away. It was clear that he wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. In fact, he was a little helpless. It seemed that he wanted to make a lot of money, but he was a little hung up. Why don’t these Immortal Genealogy Masters have the chivalrous heart to draw out their swords to help when they see injustice? They say they are soft-spoken, but they just exchanged glasses at the Dragon Palace banquet, and now they are turning their backs on each other? Isn’t it too difficult for you to throw a few magic weapons here and try your skills?

Chen Ping'an didn't want to be too hostile towards this group of immortal monks.

Cangjun Lake is different.

The deities of mountains and rivers take the initiative to do evil and cause trouble, and the Taoist cultivators do no good and ignore the world. These are two completely different situations.

Seeing that the man had made no movement, Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, asked, "Do you want to be kind?"

Chen Pingan replied: "Waiting for the main course to be served."

Yin Hou laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, so refreshing!"

Chen Pingan narrowed his eyes.

Sitting in Cangyun Lake for thousands of years of water transport, the jurisdiction is as big as those small vassal states in Beiju Luzhou. I must have been looking at the world with such a smile for so many years? After becoming a spirit, attaining the righteousness of the Tao, and cultivating the water god technique, you have never shed a tear in your life, right?

There were no ripples on the lake.

There was a green figure in front of Cangjun Lake.

Yin Hou, who was wearing a luxurious purple dragon robe, hesitated for a moment and did not choose to dodge, intending to test the strength of the "Sword Immortal"'s fist in front of him.

Stretch out a hand in front of you.

That "colorful purple" dragon robe is a robe that the Lake Master spent a lot of immortal money to carefully refine. It is a genuine magic weapon. It is placed in Huangyue City and Baodong Fairyland. It is a first-class fairy treasure. The so-called wealth of the Immortal Family depends on how many magic weapons the sect has. He, the Lord of the Lake, and the righteous gods of the mountains, have a few orthodox gods in their hands who can arbitrarily arrange the positions of their confidants.

What a heavy force.

A swimming dragon on the robe collapsed on the spot.

Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, took advantage of the situation and slid back a few feet.

Could it be a great master of martial arts in the Golden Body Realm? The so-called identity of the Sword Immortal is just a cover-up used to spread suspicion at Narcissus Temple?

However, Yin Hou remained calm. He raised his hand again and received another punch. This time, two water dragons exploded from his body. But what is a robe? This beautiful thing is the dragons bred by the spiritual energy. They can gather and disperse at will. Even if one or two robes of dragons are temporarily broken, they can still reshape the golden body instantly like the gods without damaging the foundation of the avenue. . If it were just the strength of these two punches, Yin Hou would be sure to make this person punch more than a hundred times. Then we will see whether it is his robe that is more magical or the pure Qi of yours that lasts longer.

The third punch has arrived.

The robe simultaneously exploded two dragons wandering on the sleeves.

Yin Hou looked a little solemn.

He was about to consider whether to use his magical power to escape. After all, instead of teasing each other like this, the momentum of Two Rivers and One Canal has been established. The three golden gods are about to pour water into Cangyun Lake. There is no need for him, who is as noble as a human emperor. Mr. Hu personally took part in the danger. If he didn't want to show off his charm as the Lord of the Lake in front of the fairy Yan Qing, it would be difficult for this person to get close to him on the surface of Cangjun Lake.

Yin Hou, who had been hovering a few feet above the lake, was knocked back by a punch. He stepped quietly into the lake and smiled slightly, full of sarcasm.

Another punch came.

A piece of ice sculptured statue of Lake Lord suddenly shattered.

The Lord of the Lake, Yinhou, stood in the water a few feet away from the lake. He put his hands behind his back, shook his wrists, and stretched his muscles. He was really a pure martial artist. No wonder he dared to do whatever he wanted, including killing his own canal master and river master. god.

Yin Hou felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer on his back, and his fist tilted upward, causing the Lake Lord to break through the water and fly into the air.

Fortunately, only six dragons on the purple robe were broken.

If the nine dragons collapse at the same time, the robe will be temporarily useless.

This is similar to the magic weapon Chenglujia transformed into the most precious armor pill of the military strategist.

A punch to the head.

A sound like a bell sounded in the air.

As soon as Yin Hou left Cangjun Lake, he crashed into the lake again.

Although Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, was not physically damaged, he felt that these two punches were a great humiliation in his life.

Then under the lake.

It's like a series of dull winter thunders occur under the water of Cangjun Lake.

The lake is agitated.

But when the big waves approached the golden maid holding the canopy, they seemed to be blocked by the high wall of the city and turned into powder. The waves were layer upon layer, blocked by the layer of golden light, like countless snow-white pearls flicking around.

Fan Weiran smiled and said: "Go ashore and watch the battle."

The ice beneath the feet carrying everyone rose in the air, and they headed to the ferry at lightning speed.

The old woman was a one-and-done existence in Baodong Wonderland, and no monk had any objections at the moment.

Only the weird-tempered Second Ancestor, who was Fairy Yan Qing's teaching mentor, dared to contradict Fan Weiran.

As the ice approached the ferry, without Fan Weiran's spiritual energy to control it, it suddenly dissipated and turned into water into the lake.

The monk floated to the ground together with the founder Fan Weiran, and arrived at the almost ruined ferry.

After the group of immortal masters approached the ferry, Du Yu gritted his teeth, tiptoed, and rushed to the bookcase and hiking stick, holding down the handle of the knife at his waist.

Fan Weiran just glanced at this young soldier from the Ghost Ax Palace and led others to pass him by.

The golden woman holding up the treasure cover beside him seemed to have a similar mind and glanced at Du Yu.

Du Yu's teeth were chattering, and he stood tensely next to the hiking pole, motionless.

This tall old woman is the second highest ranking among the monks on the mountain from dozens of countries.

Moreover, his strength is almost the same as that of the city lord of Huangyue City who holds the first position.

Furthermore, Fan Weiran is famous for her bad temper. In the early years before she became the master of the Baodong Fairyland Sect, as long as she led a team to travel down the mountain, there would never be a time when several monks were not killed. As for the unlucky martial arts warriors, , there are so many people, and Fan Weiran also likes to kill his enemies. Once, there was a master of the Six Realms Jianghu who provoked a disciple traveling in Baodong Wonderland. Fan Weiran came to him and knocked him to the ground with a magic weapon. The old woman stood next to that guy. , stepped on it one foot after another, from feet to head, trampling it into a puddle of meat.

Fan Weiran raised his finger and lightly tapped the golden crown on his head. All the golden light flowed back to the golden crown, and the golden maid and the canopy in his hand disappeared.

Yan Qing bowed and said, "Yan Qing pays homage to the Patriarch."

Fan Weiran looked kind and poked Yan Qing's forehead gently with his finger, feigning anger and saying: "You little girl are so bold, you dare to go with such a vicious foreigner."

Yan Qing was speechless and stood with his hands tied.

Fan Weiran turned around and looked at Cangjun Lake, telling Yan Qing with the ripples in his heart, "The show is about to begin. Being able to beat Marquis Yin to the point where his illusion of the human body was completely destroyed and his true body was revealed, he must be a master of the Golden Body Realm." It's rare. The martial arts world in the dozens of countries under the mountain has not seen the legendary golden warrior for two hundred years. Yan Yatou, when fighting with this person, you must pay attention to one thing. Don't be approached, and don't learn to rely on others. The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, will suffer a loss. Isn't it stupid to leave the magic and magic weapons aside and compete with that warrior with bare hands for strength?"

Yan Qing nodded.

Fan Weiran added: "What's more, that Lake Lord is born with a strong physical body. We Qi practitioners cannot match him. He is a beast, with rough skin and thick flesh."

Suddenly, a huge python with a length of one hundred feet appeared on the lake. It had already sprouted four claws, raised its head high, opened its big mouth, and spit out a pillar of green light towards the lake.

A figure in a green shirt raised a palm and blocked the powerful beam of light.

That gorgeous picture is like the bright moon rising on the sea.

Yan Qing silently took in the picture.

Fan Weiran sneered and said: "A golden body warrior fighting against a golden god is not bad, it is a worthwhile trip."

At the same time, where the two rivers and one canal entered the lake, three water dragons of tens of feet appeared at the same time. The two yellow water dragons were larger, and the dark black water dragon was the most petite and exquisite.

Only the eyes of the three water dragons controlled by the golden bodies of the water gods showed a faint golden color.

Not only did the three water dragons rush to help, the entire large and small water veins under the jurisdiction of Cangjun Lake began to tremble and twist, being used by the Lord of the Lake Yinhou and the three golden gods of One Canal and Two Rivers.

Tonight on Cangyun Lake, there is real flooding and huge waves.

The magnificent battlefield continued to move away from the ferry and moved towards the center of Cangjun Lake.

A female cultivator, a direct disciple of Fan Weiran, laughed softly and said: "Master, this guy is very knowledgeable. He was afraid that the water would splash even a little bit on Master, so he ran away on his own."

Another tall male monk echoed: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes. I have completely angered Lake Lord Yinhou. Life and death are unpredictable. If I continue to enmity with my ancestor, I will seek death."

Du Yu, with his awning on his back, stood like a log at the front of the ferry.

It looks more like a hiking stick than that green hiking stick.

An unattainable fairy, Yan Qing, can make Du Yu and Ghost Ax Palace suffer, let alone a mountain monk like Fan Weiran who has invincible magic skills.

The old woman stepped on the top of Ghost Ax Palace, which was the real top of the mountain.

Fan Weiran turned his head and said with a smile: "Yan Yatou, don't be restrained, just step forward."

Yan Qing, who adhered to the hierarchy of his master's family, took a step forward and stood side by side with his ancestor.

The old woman Fan Weiran looked happy, but in fact she was not as relaxed as she appeared.

There are some things, even if the cultivation level of Lake Lord Yin Hou is not low, as long as he does not stand in that position, he will still be blind.

The old woman raised her head and looked into the night.

Only he and Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City, could see the strange light of the claws.

Therefore, the junior sister has always been worried that she will have a grudge against Yan Qing, her favorite disciple, and may even secretly hinder Yan Qing's climb to the great road. For this reason, guarding against her senior sister is like guarding against thieves.

Fan Weiran found it a bit funny.

A young girl with a charming appearance suddenly whispered: "Grandma Grandma, that person seems to be just practicing boxing, deliberately using those snakes and pythons to temper his body."

Fan Weiran waved, and the girl jumped to the old woman's side, raised her head, and said innocently: "Really, Grandma, I won't lie to you."

The tall Fan Weiran bent down slightly and rubbed the little girl's head. The old woman lowered her head and stared into her beautiful eyes with a light flow of light. She smiled and said: "My Cui girl is very talented and quite good. She will grow up in the future." Now, maybe I can be as promising as your Aunt Yan, go down the mountain to practice, and no matter where you go, you will be a fairy daughter that attracts everyone's attention."

Yan Qing smiled slightly at the girl.

The girl glanced at Yan Qing, tangled her hands together, lowered her head, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not as good-looking as Senior Aunt Yan."

Fan Weiran laughed.

The girl became more and more shy.

Yan Qing gently pinched the girl's ear.

This was a rare act of intimacy shown by Yan Qing.

After Fan Weiran smiled, he looked at Cangjun Lake in the distance, with a solemn look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, we have to make a careful calculation."

The signs of decline of a sect often begin with the lack of success.

In this regard, Huangyue City is not bad, after all, there is a scene of He Luzheng, but his own Baodong Wonderland is better.

In addition to Yan Qing, this Cui girl, plus his eldest disciple who has been in seclusion for ten years, will be the pillars of Baodong Wonderland in the future.

Yan Qing was shocked.

Why was it that Patriarch Fan, who had already made up his mind to sit on the sidelines while the man was clearly hiding his clumsiness, became murderous?

On Cangjun Lake, an island was plowed into a huge ravine by the snake python, the true form of the Lake Lord Yinhou, with its big tail.

Wearing a green shirt, he only punched away the enemy every time.

There is more than enough self-preservation, but the offensive is weak.

Seeing that he had no power to fight back, he smashed Muhan River God's golden back with one punch, and then forced Lake Lord out of his true body. It should have been exhausted in one go.

This caused the three water dragons in the two rivers and one canal, which were originally hidden, to fight more and more vigorously, and all of them became fierce.

In the distance of Cangjun Lake, the cry of Lake Lord Yinhou rang out, "Old Ancestor Fan, as long as you help me kill this beast, I will give that purple robe to Baodong Wonderland!"

Fan Weiran smiled and said nothing.

Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked up. Even though he was running the formula and controlling the spiritual energy of the Qi Palace, making a pair of eyes emit purple light, which already showed the atmosphere of "sun and moon shining on the furnace, purple smoke in the eyes", Yan Qing still couldn't see. It wasn't very real. After all, the battlefield was still too far away from the ferry, and she could only see the thrashing shadow of the snake and python.

Although Cui Yatou is born with the ability to see some mysterious and vague truths, Yan Qing still doesn't dare to believe that a legendary golden body warrior can face the power of several gods in the realm of Lake Lord Yinhou. Even though he was surrounded and beaten with all his strength, he still managed to deal with it with ease. If the two sides went ashore to fight, the gods of Cangyun Lake would not have the advantage of the location, so Yan Qing would be a little more convinced.

What's more, if a pure martial artist is exhausted and falling, as long as he is not given a chance to breathe at will, it will almost be a bleak ending that will inevitably lead to death.

How long have the two sides been fighting?

Or is it that the physique of a martial artist in the Golden Body realm not only has a breath of true energy that lasts as long as a river, but also has truly reached the Buddhist realm of an undefeated Golden Body, and can easily withstand the joint offensive of the Lord of the Lake and the three water dragons?

In the distance, the voice of the Lord of the Lake, Yin Hou, was like rolling thunder, coming from the ferry, "Fan Weiran! I will add another river god of Muhan River to give you Baodong Wonderland!"

Fan Weiran said loudly: "If I hadn't been blinded by old age, it seems that the owner of Zaoxi Channel is also dead?"

On Cangjun Lake, except for the earth-shaking huge waves, no words came from Yin Hou, the Lord of the Lake.

Although Yan Qing ignores the common affairs of the world, the jurisdiction of Cangjun Lake only has three rivers and two canals as vassals. Handing over a river god is already considered sincerity. If he takes out another Zaoxi canal water god, plus Shao The stream canal was already abandoned, but if Yin Hou, the Lord of the Lake, really agreed, it would be like putting two thorns in his side and a thorn in his flesh. One canal and one river, two orthodox gods of the Yinping Kingdom, and Baodong Wonderland as his backer, the Lord of the Lake Marquis Yin has completely lost the right to kill at will. How can he allow others to snore on the side of the bed? Lake Lord Yin Marquis naturally understands this truth, not to mention that it involves the fundamentals of the road and divides up a lot of the landscape and fortune of Cangyun Lake. Yan Qing would never agree hastily.

Yan Qing asked from the bottom of his heart: "Ancestor, do you really want to win two Cangjun Lake Water God positions in one go?"

Fan Weiran smiled and said: "If we don't raise the price like this, even if Marquis Yin obediently hands over the throne of Mu Hanhe, he will still be very angry. With Yin Marquis's power and skills, he will definitely suppress the Xinhe God and turn him into a useless person. We in Baodong Wonderland don’t have that much free time, and we listen to the complaints of our own river god from another country every day, will we care or ignore it when the time comes?”

Yan Qing nodded and said: "Ancestor has a far-sighted vision."

Fan Weiran grabbed Yan Qing's slender jade hand that was as white as a lotus root. The old woman held it with one hand and patted the back of the hand gently with the other. She said with emotion: "Girl Yan, you have heard and understood these common things. Forget it. Just feel at ease." Cultivation, cultivating the spiritual potential and realizing the great path.”

Yan Qing hummed.

Fan Weiran let go of his hand and said confidently: "Maybe the harvest will be better than what I expected."

as expected.

Less than half a stick of incense was burned, Lake Lord Yinhou said loudly again: "Old Ancestor Fan, I will give you the position of the master of the Zaoxi Canal! If you don't agree again, if you keep pushing forward, Cangyun Lake and you Baodong Fairyland monks will have nothing to do with each other in the future. There is no friendship at all!"

This time, his voice was no longer as calm as before, his teeth were gritted, and he was obviously a little angry.

Fan Weiran smiled slightly and whispered to Yan Qing: "How is it?"

Yan Qing looked complicated and said softly: "Ancestor, be careful."

"Yan Yatou, you probably don't know how the last golden body warrior died in the history of dozens of countries. If you go back to the master's door, you can ask your master. That was the relationship between my junior sister and the lord of Huangyue City. The battle for fame.”

Fan Weiran laughed and turned into a rainbow and flew away.

Yan Qing frowned.

Du Yu still stood there honestly, silently praying to God and worshiping Buddha in his heart.

When the rainbow hung above his head and headed towards Cangjun Lake, Du Yu felt that it was of little use. However, if he had three sticks of incense on hand, Du Yu would really put them on the ground.

On a small island that was almost flattened.

The huge true body of Lake Lord Yinhou slowly swam around the island.

The water dragons controlled by the golden bodies of the two river gods were already red-eyed, and they were frantically chasing down the cyan figure on the island.

As for the inky black water dragon controlled by the owner of the Shaoxi Canal, it is floating on the lake outside the island. The skin of the canal owner hidden in the Dragon Palace is teetering on a futon. The owner of the Shaoxi Canal has a white face and only feels that The bones will be broken.

The two river gods nearby stood on the futon, closing their eyes and concentrating. The golden light flowed through their bodies, and the water transport aura of the Dragon Palace continued to pour into the golden bodies.

It's just that the skin is here so that the tower near the water can absorb the abundant water transport of the Dragon Palace. The real golden bodies of the three river water gods have been completely integrated into the three water dragons.

A water dragon hit the man in green shirt with its huge head.

But a palm pressed against his head, preventing him from moving forward at all.

The man smiled and said: "Are you a little tired? Then let me do it instead?"

Chen Ping'an twisted out a Jade Pure Light Talisman secretly made by Yunxiao Palace of Chongxuan Department. He had already finished reciting the formula silently and threw it into the sky.

Shine brightly.

It's like a big sun shining brightly into the underworld.

Since there was no deliberate pursuit of a wide scope, the detention of this island became even more solid and indestructible.

This water dragon incarnate as a river god wanted to shake its head and retreat.

The palm that was standing upright to resist the attack on the head, followed the green-shirted man's step on the ground, gently twisted, and moved forward with the hand knife.

A line was drawn, and the water dragon, which was dominated by the golden body of the river god, was disemboweled from the head all the way.

When the man stood still, a slightly larger golden body fragment appeared in his hand.

The skin of the River God that transformed into a human form in the Dragon Palace suddenly withered and turned into ashes.

The other water dragon was confused at first, and then ran away crazily. But when it hit the dazzling wall, its head suddenly shattered with several cracks on the spot. It endured the severe pain and tried to dig away. After drilling through the base of the island, once you get close to the water, you have a chance to escape.

But the next moment, it felt as if it had been hit hard on the head, and it slid forward close to the ground of the island, forcibly opening a deep ditch for the water dragon.

The man in green shirt who came to the top of the faucet with a sword and punched it down.

The entire island shuddered, splashing countless dust, and the lake water that was originally turbulent against the shore started to rise in reverse.

Another fragment of the River God's golden body was held in the man's hand.

Take another look.

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, disappeared unexpectedly.

This is normal, it is just a small means to defeat each one. If the Lake Lord breaks into the range of the talisman formation, there will be a more valuable talisman waiting in his sleeve, and he will just give Cangjun Lake a main course.

From the corner of his eye, Chen Pingan caught a glimpse of the small ink-colored water dragon floating on the lake, pretending to be dead. It swung its tail and crashed into the lake, causing a large splash of water.

Chen Ping'an slapped the sword gourd and flew away with the flying sword fifteen.

Chen Ping'an looked towards one place, which was the direction in which the Lord of the Lake, Yin Hou, was escaping.

The sword fairy behind him unsheathed itself by two or three inches.

Chen Pingan squinted his eyes, looked at the thick sea of ​​clouds that were constantly accumulating, and said in a deep voice: "Go back!"

The sword fairy returned to its sheath with a clang.

There seems to be some resentment.