Ling tripod

Dragon whisker whip!

As soon as the dragon whisker whip came out, a violent energy burst out.

This is the scent of an ancient dragon!

this……

Bing Xiaorou and Long Xiaoyou had met before, but everyone else was shocked.

Especially the people of the Dragon Clan, they felt as if their blood was boiling at this moment.

The third treasure of ancient cultivation!

Everyone's hearts are filled with turmoil. The treasure of ancient cultivation is a treasure that is difficult for practitioners to possess. Chu Yan is only an Ascension Dzogchen, but he actually has three treasures of ancient cultivation. His net worth is too amazing. Some.

Moreover, these treasures of ancient cultivation are not from the same lineage!

First it was the ancient immortal foot bones from the ancient immortal lineage, then it was the ancient jade mirror from the ancient demon lineage, and now it was the dragon whisker whip from the ancient dragon lineage...

Fei Qingyang's body was turned to stone. At this moment, he was using all his power to dissolve it, but he didn't expect the appearance of the Dragon Whisker Whip!

Now, with Chu Yan's physical endurance, he can only use the Ancient Cultivation Treasure three times at most, and this is the last time.

"Ancient Dragon Spirit, Dragon Beard Whip!"

Chu Yan shouted, the ancient dragon spirit was directly integrated into the dragon whisker whip, and he whipped Fei Qingyang hard!

"Crack!"

At this moment, Fei Qingyang felt a tearing pain in his mind.

The next moment, a soul emitting hot white light fell out of his body, and a ferocious wound appeared on the forehead of the emperor's soul.

The dragon's whisker whip was also specially designed to whip the soul. This time, it directly pulled out Fei Qingyang's soul and seriously injured him.

"Emperor Immortal Yuanshen!"

Chu Yan's eyes flashed with dazzling light.

This is no different from Chu Yan's Emperor Demon Soul.

At this moment, Chu Yan's power of cultivation had been exhausted, his body had reached its limit, and the treasure of ancient cultivation could no longer be used.

Fei Qingyang's physical body was still petrified and had not recovered. At the same time, the ferocious wound between the eyebrows of the Emperor Immortal Yuanshen could not be healed by the power of the soul. If there were countless soul dragons in the wound, they were constantly biting Fei Qingyang. Qingyang's spirit is like that.

He only felt that he had a splitting headache, the pain penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and his eyes revealed a murderous intention: "Chu Yan, you die! Sword of Artistic Conception!"

At this moment, behind Fei Qingyang's body, the shadow of an ancient sword appeared.

The phantom of this ancient sword is the result of artistic conception, and it has become close to the rules. As soon as this ancient sword of artistic conception comes out, the boundless immortal energy roars out from the Emperor Immortal Yuan Shen, and converges towards it crazily. go.

Finally, an ancient artistic conception sword filled with immortal energy came directly towards Chu Yan.

At this moment, Chu Yan's physical body and cultivation were completely exhausted, almost all oil was gone, and a life and death crisis had emerged.

"Don't hurt my lord!"

At this moment, a deep sound came from the void.

The next moment, a protoss man with four wings and a demonic aura on his body walked out.

It is Chu Yan’s guardian guard, the True Demon King Ran Junchen!

"Xianzhu!"

Chu Yan shouted, and with a little finger, the immortal pillar flew out and fell into Ran Junchen's hands.

Ran Junchen held the immortal pillar in his hand, his aura erupted into the sky, his two blue eyes instantly released a curtain of light, and a pillar slammed out.

After this smashing, blessed by the Eye of the God King, the aura was three times more terrifying!

"boom!"

At this moment, the sword of artistic conception directly struck at one place.

Turbulent weather waves came out, and the two were evenly matched for a while.

"The sword of artistic conception, sword intention, explode!!!"

At this moment, Fei Qingyang's eyes were full of killing intent and he drank loudly.

As he spoke, countless illusory shadows appeared on the sword of artistic conception. Within each illusory shadow, Fei Qingyang looked like he was practicing his sword. The next moment, an unprecedented terrifying explosion force violently burst out from it.

"Senior Ran!"

At this moment, Chu Yan couldn't help but shrink his pupils and yelled immediately.

This sword of artistic conception is similar to Chu Yan's imprint of time. It contains the sword intention that Fei Qingyang has cultivated every day for more than 8,000 years.

It exploded at this moment, and it could be said that the power was enough to destroy the heaven and the earth. Millions of sword intent rushed out crazily, and the power was enough to destroy the heaven and the earth.

One sword intention, two sword intentions...

Countless sword intentions continued to bombard Ran Junchen's body. Ran Junchen's eyes were as bright as a torch and he did not take a step back.

"The soul is burning with blood, and the feathers are flying!"

Ran Junchen roared. At this moment, his soul and flesh and blood all burned up. His four wings suddenly spread out, completely blocking Chu Yan behind him.

The power of the burning flesh and soul was all gathered on the wings.

There are also divine patterns. The countless divine patterns that Ran Junchen has cultivated in this life are all spread on the body. Finally, with the blessing of the Eye of the God King, at this moment, Ran Junchen protects Chu Yan behind him to the maximum extent.

"Damn it!"

Chu Yan didn't have time to think too much at this moment, the green flames of the creatures were burning crazily, he had to recover quickly, otherwise, Ran Junchen's actions would be in vain.

Ten thousand ways!

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One hundred thousand ways!

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A million ways!

Immediately after more than two million sword intents impacted on Ran Junchen's body, his body was already riddled with holes, but he still tried his best to prevent the sword intent from passing through his body.

His breath became weaker and weaker, and finally he said: "Master, this subordinate is incompetent!"

"Senior Ran!"

Chu Yan shouted.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Ran Junchen's body collapsed completely. All the power of cultivation remaining in his body at the time of his final collapse also turned into resistance, collapsing hundreds of sword intentions.

Guardian Guards, only recognize one master in their life, life and death, forever guarding!

"Now, you also want to die! Kill!"

At this moment, Fei Qingyang, who was on the verge of tyranny, would not calm down because of a guardian guard, and immediately shouted again.

For a moment, the remaining more than 600,000 sword intents were killing Chu Yan.

Although these more than 600,000 sword intents were much inferior to the millions of sword intents before, they were also very good, and it was easy to kill Chu Yan, who was at the end of his strength.

"Wine mirror reflects the moon!"

At this moment, Chu Yan's second artistic conception magical power suddenly unfolded!

The artistic conception of boundless wine emerged and condensed into a large wine jar, and the lid of the large wine jar flew up directly.

On the surface of the water inside, the reflection of more than 600,000 sword intents appeared directly, and the next moment, more than 600,000 artistic conception sword intents flew towards the wine jar without control at all!