The strongest collapse system

Chapter 850 Sneak Attack
The real dragon, known to everyone in the world but never seen before, hangs down its claws from the nine heavens!

The power of this violent capture is heartbreaking!

Even Hong Yi, who had cultivated into the realm of ghosts and immortals, felt a huge coercion!
The surroundings of the three people seemed to be oppressed by a huge force, and the air became as sticky as glue, making it impossible to escape.

On the forehead of Zen Yinsha, there is cold sweat all over!
Hong Yi was different, he was still staring at the huge dragon claw, not only was there no fear in his eyes, but it was full of excitement.

The huge dragon claws moved towards the three of them.

"Okay, Nine Fire Flame Dragon, don't show off this kind of trick in front of the juniors!"

Wang Fan glanced at the dragon claw indifferently, then suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers formed a claw, and the huge magic power gathered to form five long rainbows, facing the pressed dragon claw.

Bang!
Huge fluctuations erupted, sweeping across the sky, and a strong wind blew up around it. Mountains and forests rustled and fell down. Countless big trees were uprooted by the strong wind and flew into the sky.

The dragon's claws in the sky retracted, and the fire cloud also disappeared.

Suddenly, the world is clear.

In the entire mountain forest, the wind and the sea are calm, as if nothing happened.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Chan Yinsha and Hong Yi would never have believed that a legendary giant dragon once appeared here and fought Wang Fan with a move.

"Uncle Wang, could it be that just now..." Hong Yi looked at the direction where the dragon claw disappeared, his eyes burning.

"Supreme Taoist Suzerain Mengshenji's supreme Taoism, outside the body." Wang Fandao, "It seems that the so-called five masters can't do anything to chase and kill him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to let the Nine Flame Dragons come to Manghuang, Intervene in the scramble for the Qiankun cloth bag."

Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha's expressions immediately turned serious.

There are a total of five masters chasing and killing Meng Shenji.

They are the Peacock King Xingxuan, the Heavenly Snake King Xingmu among the Eight Demon Immortals, the owner of the Xuantian Pavilion in the Yunmeng Kingdom, the elder Tuyuan of the Jingyuan Temple in the Huoluo Kingdom, and Bai Fengxian, the head of the Zhengang Sect of the Yuantu Dynasty.

Three master-level masters of the holy land of martial arts, and two ghost-level demon immortals!
Among them, Peacock Wang Xingxuan is still a master who has survived three thunder calamities.

Even with such a lineup, Meng Shenji is still able to do a job with ease, which shows that his strength has reached an unbelievable level.

"If I can reach the realm of Mengshenji, I must take revenge... No, not enough, even if I reach the realm of Mengshenji, I don't dare to go to Yujing City to trouble Hong Xuanji and Qiandi Yang Pan now, I want to come to Hong Xuanji There are other methods!" Hong Yi suddenly woke up, "I have to continue to become stronger, only in this way can I have a chance of revenge!"

"Hong Yi, do you think we can join forces with Mengshenji to deal with Hong Xuanji?" Chan Yinsha said suddenly.

"Impossible, too noble and too forgetful, Mengshenji has been dissected three times, my mother is only a relative of his second dissected, after his third dissected, everything has been cut off Yes." Hong Yi shook his head, "Ordinary corpses of ghosts and immortals will cut off the kinship and love in the previous life, and must not be kept in the second life, otherwise the thoughts will not be clear, and the cultivation base will not be able to improve. And if he is willing If you want to help your mother to avenge her, you would have already helped her, even if you can’t seek revenge from Hong Xuanji, you can still ask me to teach you Taoism, and I don’t need to learn the Buddhist supernatural powers of the Great Zen Temple.”

At this moment, Hong Yi didn't have the intention to rely on Mengshenji.

Not to mention Meng Shenji, even Wang Fan, Hong Yi knew in his heart that he could not count on it.

The only thing you can rely on is yourself.

This is the truth that Hong Yi has understood since he was a child.

Boom!

At this moment, there were several earth-shattering bangs from Tianwu City in the center of Tianjue Mountain. There were repeated explosions, and mushroom clouds rose, mixed with the sonic roars of martial arts masters.

"It seems that Tu Yuan, the high priest of the Jingyuan Temple, and Champion Hou and his party fought each other," Hong Yi said.

Thinking of this scene, the three couldn't help but mourn in silence for the saint Tuyuan.

Now Dagan has three great martial saints and five great ghost immortals. What a terrifying power this is!
Even if the saint Tuyuan is a master of the eighth level of thunder and soul, he can't bear it.

The sky-shattering explosion, the violent brilliance, the tumbling air waves, and the sweeping thoughts of the evil wind, the blood and masculinity were condensed, and the Wusheng fist was urged to move, and it was continuously transmitted from the direction of Tianwu City to the surroundings.

In Hong Yi's mind, he sensed some vague scenes of the battle between the master and the saint.

Soon, the bloody cloud of light and wind where the saint figure was located suffered great damage.

"You are looking for death!" A sharp cry came from the bloody cloud.

This voice is the language of Dagan, not the language of Huo Luo Kingdom in the Western Regions.

Obviously, Saint Tuyuan has realized which force he was attacked by.

Just when Hong Yi thought that he was about to launch a counterattack, he didn't expect that the bloody cloud flashed, turned around, and fled quickly in the direction he came from.

"This..." Hong Yi suffocated slightly.

"The ghosts and immortals who can survive the thunder calamity are all strong-willed and extremely intelligent characters. How could they seek their own death?" Wang Fan said lightly, "You prepare, and when he passes by us, you Shot!"

"Okay!" Hong Yi didn't show any surprise this time, but heaved a sigh of relief.

Obviously, he had such a plan in the first place.

He concealed his figure more tightly, and at the same time he restrained his powerful thoughts, carefully sensing the bloody light cloud that was fleeing at high speed.

In the thought induction, there is an old man in a big white robe inside the bloody light cloud, with circles of white cloth wrapped around the old man's head, and gems are inlaid on the white cloth.

The old man had a tall nose, sunken eye sockets, brown eyes, a beard that stretched to his chest, a tall and straight figure, and an extremely large and vigorous body.

It is as thick as the sum of dozens of elephants!

It's just that this kind of thick qi and blood is not produced by martial sages who worked hard to condense, get rid of impurities, and transform blood, but is accumulated with heaven, material and earth treasures.

Big but not condensed!
This old man is naturally the high priest of the Jingyuan Temple, the saint Tuyuan.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on a blanket with a radius of three to four feet. This blanket was made of fur, and it was embroidered with colorful pictures and texts, which seemed to be strange symbols. A strong gust of blood flowed out, causing a cloud of blood to surround the blanket.

"This is the magic blood blanket of the Jingyuan Temple. It is one of the magic tools of the town temple. When used, it can fly freely. Tsk tsk, it's just that the target is bigger when used." Zen Yinsha conveyed the idea.

"The world is so big, there are so many wonders, I didn't expect such a magical weapon to exist in the world!"

Hong Yi's soul became more and more condensed, and he was ready to strike at any time.

(End of this chapter)