The Ancient Wine and Sword Immortal: I become stronger when I drink!

swagger mountain.

The autumn wind blows up the fallen leaves, which wither and turn yellow, seeming to symbolize the withering of life.

Five groups of rays of light reflected each other, and four of them attacked one group of blue-black light unhurriedly.

Looking closely at the blue-black light, there is a bloated old man wearing a black robe, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Demon Master Kunpeng was very nervous.

A few days ago, he was suddenly visited by the leader of the Four Sacred Beast Clan.

His powerful magic weapon Hetuluoshu was taken away by Lin Fan, and the Demon Master's Palace was destroyed. He was certainly no match against an opponent four times his size.

However, he is an old monster who has lived from ancient times to the present. How could he not have a back-up plan? He relies on several magic weapons plundered from the ancient Demon Court's treasure house to lay out defensive formations. When combined, the defensive power is also Extremely impressive.

As long as you can hold on for a while, help will definitely come!

He firmly believes!

However, his confidence was shaken.

Help has not come for such a long time, and I am afraid that I will be tripped by the other party's people.

It seems that this is not a simple siege, but a premeditated plan!

Demon Master Kunpeng's heart sank to the bottom.

He could predict that he would die soon.

The strange thing is that the four old guys of the Four Holy Beasts clearly had the ability to kill him, but they let it go.

As one of the most wise men in the ancient heaven, he immediately guessed that this was a game, and it was not a game against him, or it was just a game against him by the way, but it was really about Lin Fan!

I believe that all the helpers except Lin Fan have been restrained by the other party's people, just waiting for Lin Fan to step into the trap.

Thinking of this, Demon Master Kunpeng was determined.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad when he looked at the patriarch of the Four Sacred Beasts family. What a sad person, who doesn't understand the horror of that monster.

If the monster arrives, can these four old guys still laugh?

The monster's progress is so fast that no one knows what strength that monster is now.

……

"Lin Fan is about to step into the trap of the Four Holy Beasts. Haha, your most talented disciple is about to perish. Tongtian, aren't you anxious?"

Yuanshi Tianzun laughed loudly, activated the Pangu flag, and countless air-opening blades rushed out like a storm.

His figure moved left and right, up and down, like a ghost, traveling through space and disappearing without a trace.

He is avoiding the lock of the Tongtian Cult Leader. As long as he does not fall into the Zhuxian Sword Formation, then he can have a tie with the Tongtian Cult Leader.

"Hmph! How do you know you can't win? I have confidence in Lin Fan." Leader Tongtian snorted coldly.

But his heart kept sinking to the bottom.

The four holy beasts are powerful in force, have merit and protection, and have passive skills. They are not comparable to ordinary mid-level quasi-holy beasts. Can Lin Fan really defeat them?

After all, before this, Lin Fan's strongest record was defeating a Kunpeng.

The four holy beasts are equivalent to four Kunpeng, and their combined strength is beyond imagination, especially with the support of Old Man Yuanshi. There is no guarantee that Old Man Yuanshi will not give them any trump cards.

"Actually, you have another way, that is, let Lin Fan come back, give up Kunpeng, and give up the demon clan." Yuanshi Tianzun's laughter came from the depths of the space.

Giving up Kunpeng is equivalent to giving up one's own power. Would Lin Fan do this?

Leader Tongtian thought.

The answer is no.

Every strong person has his own pride. The more powerful the immortal, the more proud he is. Giving up something and shattering pride is tantamount to breaking the Taoist heart. The original speed of practice is like a snail, and even the realm has regressed.

"This is Lin Fan's own fate. I believe he will survive the fate safely and emerge from his cocoon to become a butterfly!" Tongtian Cult Master said.

"Broken out of the cocoon and turned into a butterfly? Haha, broken into a cocoon and turned into a corpse..." At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun's expression changed and he exclaimed, "No, why doesn't he go to Zhaoyao Mountain! This is impossible!"

In the perception of Tongtian Cult Master, the light belonging to Lin Fan rushed from the depths of the ocean with great momentum. It did not go to Zhaoyao Mountain, but went to the only road from the East China Sea to Zhaoyao Mountain.

There, most of the masters from the two religions were facing each other.

"No! He wants to kill my disciples!"

Yuanshi Tianzun immediately understood Lin Fan's intention, his expression changed drastically, he turned around and left, going to take away the disciples of Chanjiao.

Swish swish!

Four peerless killing swords blocked his way.

Leader Tongtian appeared in front of him at some point and laughed loudly: "Yuanshi, please stay. Let the juniors handle their affairs, so you and I don't have to get involved."

His expression returned to calm and calm.

As expected of his disciple, the way to break the situation is so special.

……

Whoosh!

A black hawk swooped by.

The masters of the two religions are inextricably fighting each other.

Some catch each other and fight with each other, and some use one to challenge many.

Zhao Gongming sacrificed the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls with all his strength and turned them into a blue sea. However, they fell into the yellow light of the Book of the Earth, like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and he screamed angrily.

Zhen Yuanzi was calm and calm. If Zhao Gongming turned around and wanted to leave, he would wave his hand and summon thousands of sacred mountains to force Zhao Gongming to defend.

This treasure of the Book of the Earth is connected with the power of the ancient earth, and is capable of both offense and defense. Dealing with the Book of the Earth is equivalent to dealing with the incarnation of the power of the ancient earth.

In addition, Zhen Yuanzi also helped the Antarctic Immortal from time to time to prevent the Antarctic Immortal from becoming too disgraced and losing face.

Ran Deng Taoist, Jin Ling Holy Mother, Yun Zhongzi and Wu Yunxian fought against each other in two pairs, and the kills were evenly matched.

As for the Antarctic Immortal, it was much more miserable. His innate spiritual treasure, the Panlong crutch, was taken away by Jie Jiao. He was defenseless and could only rely on his early quasi-sage cultivation to deal with Jie Jiao's disciples.

With his early stage cultivation as a Quasi-Saint, he had no problem dealing with a group of immortals who were under the Quasi-Saints. No matter how many of them came, he would only be able to suppress them with one hand.

However, the magic weapons of the three Yunxiao sisters are too powerful, powerful enough to make up for the gap between Quasi-Sage and Da Luo Jinxian.

The Hunyuan Golden Dou hovers like a Frisbee. If it rubs against it a little, it will chip away a thousand years of cultivation. If it touches a few, it risks chipping away the top three flowers.

The golden dragon scissors turned into a soaring golden dragon, with a ferocious look and sharp teeth, crushing the magical power he released.

There are also ten great formations arranged by the Ten Heavenly Lords, interlocking with each other, killing each other step by step. The Qiu-headed Immortal, the Tooth Fairy, and the Jinguang Immortal transformed into a prototype to attack with their physical bodies. The Golden Hoop Immortal sacrificed the golden hoop and waited for an opportunity to attack. Luo Xuan transformed into With three heads and six arms, spitting out thousands of miles of fire, Lu Yue sacrificed the plague weapon and spread the poisonous water plague...

The Antarctic Immortal is the most miserable quasi-sage here, falling into a rhythm of being beaten constantly.

Fortunately, his cultivation level was much higher than that of everyone in Yunxiao, and Zhen Yuanzi helped him from time to time.

"Hold on! Just hold on for a while and you'll be fine!" The Antarctic Immortal kept comforting himself.

boom!

Huge pressure bombarded his body.

He vomited blood and flew backwards three feet.

Warning in his heart, he dodged and avoided being strangled by the golden dragon scissors.

not far away.

Jin Guangxian's face was full of regret: "I almost broke this old man's body! What a pity!"