Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

However, in his thin and small body, the blood is still boiling, the fighting spirit is soaring, and he is not afraid.

I saw that the strength in his body soared, his body instantly enlarged, and he became tall and hidden, standing upright, and his desire was as high as the sky.

It can be felt that his divine power is running crazily, and thunder and lightning are thundering.

The whole body exudes an indescribable coercion, and all living beings must look up to him, trembling under his shadow.

Immediately, the divine pattern buzzed, and his pair of colorful wings spread out.

The colorful light mist is thick and has no front, just like a big river, with light belts wrapped around the body, and the gods are dotted with stars, as if it has existed forever in ancient times, and the vicissitudes of time are far away.

This was a shocking duel. With fist marks in both hands, he soared upwards, blasting against the sky.

Chapter 1822 The duel between the two heroes is shocking!

Sitting cross-legged in the void, the Shushan Patriarch's body swayed, and the brilliance covering him was pierced through. The seal that he pinched could not continue to fall, so he could only stand up and fight that person.

"So young?"

At the moment when the brilliance broke, Ye Fan's eyes were burning, and with a glimpse, he could see the ancestor of Nine Heavens Shangshu Mountain.

The face is ridiculously young, it seems that he is only in his teens, handsome and beautiful, not like a man, full of vitality.

This image is completely different from Ye Fan's imagination. It loses its dignity, lacks stamina, and subverts imagination.

In the void, the battle was terrifying.

The collision of two ways, the confrontation of two wills.

"We're leaving quickly."

It's too dangerous here, Ye Fan doesn't want to stay any longer and wants to leave.

"I do not go."

Zou Baiyue shook her head, looking firmly at Jiutian.

The spirit of the weapon felt something, and the chaotic starlight fell down, touching the altar here.

Because there exudes an inexplicable fairy breath, he has to be cautious.

You know, as soon as it was touched, countless sword patterns rose from that altar.

Suddenly, the roar of dragons and tigers shook the heaven and earth, and the phoenix nirvana could be seen in a blur.

It was extremely weird, and there was an inexplicable Dao rhyme circulating there.

"What is it? The foundation of man-made real immortals?"

Qi Ling muttered to herself and glanced at Zou Baiyue.

The bronze altar was triggered, alarming the ancestors of Shushan in the void.

He immediately recited the Primal Chaos Sword Sutra, and passed on the magnificent and majestic spiritual thoughts.

"I am a person from Shushan, how can I allow others to interfere."

Spiritual thoughts are like a vast ocean, covering this place.

"Old Ancestor, I'm not leaving." Zou Baiyue trembled.

Ye Fan didn't frown, didn't say much, everything was her choice and fate, he had no right to interfere.

Zou Wenmiao took Zou Baiyue's hand, his face was full of anxiety, and his eyes showed worry.

Then, he looked coldly at the strange bronze altar.

"It's weird." Qi Ling stared at the bronze altar with piercing eyes and said.

At this moment, the brilliance of the bronze altar flowed, and it flew out of the Taoist chain of order.

Those divine chains of order were actually entangled with Zou Baiyue, and the two sides rang in harmony.

"Take them away."

Ye Fan finally saw something was wrong, and said in a low voice to Qi Ling.

The Shu Mountain Sword Sect was indeed uneasy and kind, and wanted to plunder Zou Baiyue's blood and cultivation base.

Completely regard Zou Baiyue as nourishment for raising.

"You have no right to interfere with my choice." Zou Baiyue refused coldly with burning eyes.

Ye Fan was taken aback when he heard the words, he really had no right to meddle in other people's business.

Zou Wenmiao opened his mouth, hugged Zou Baiyue, glanced at the altar, unable to speak.

After staying here for a long time, she probably knows something.

Boom!

There was a violent collision in the void, and the sky was full of brilliance.

The figure of the ancestor of Shushan manifested again, and that person also staggered backwards.

Qi Ling sneered: "It turned out that it was just a projection, not a real body. It is expected that the ancestors of Shushan would not pay a heavy price to come here."

"Help me." Ye Fan's secret technique is the microphone spirit.