Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 327 All four aspects show their power together

'boom! '

With a muffled sound, the second-generation Immortal disciple of Huoxing Peak flew back faster than when he came.

At this time, Fang Qingyuan took back his big foot and Shi Ran stood there.

As Fang Qingyuan, who has practiced body training techniques, his body strength is not comparable to that of monks who specialize in Taoism, magic and soul. This kick is the result of Fang Qingyuan's restraint of strength. Otherwise, if he really exerts his strength, the opponent will be kicked to death by him.

Even so, after the monk was kicked, he fell to the ground and vomited blood from his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"Yuxuan! What a thief, how dare you kill him?"

Seeing this man in such miserable condition, the group at Huoxing Peak became angry. The leading monk abandoned Cao Jie and turned around to run towards Fang Qingyuan. At the same time, he sacrificed a big sword.

The previous fights were all about punches and kicks. Both sides had a tacit understanding that they could not use magic weapons. After all, they all belonged to the same mountain. The ancestors above were happy to see the fight of spirits, but it would not be good if it hurt lives.

However, Fang Qingyuan, a foreign monk, beat one of them so miserable, which aroused the other party's true anger.

But Fang Qingyuan was wronged. He didn't know that the other party could not help but hit him and could not bear a kick. Moreover, this kind of injury in Baishan could only be regarded as a minor injury, but here, it became a life-or-death injury.

The standards were different, which led to a misunderstanding. However, when Fang Qingyuan saw that the other party had used the magic sword, his face immediately turned cold, and his whole body was filled with true evil and ferocious flames.

He doesn't have the temperament to keep smiling when someone beats him up. Since the other party is the first to use the magical weapon, he naturally wants to keep him company.

Fang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes and waited for the other party to attack. As an outsider, he still had to be reasonable and wait for the other party to attack first so that he could argue with him later.

This is not because Fang Qingyuan is overconfident, but because he has enough confidence to confirm that the other party is not his opponent, even if the other party is also a late-stage Foundation Establishment Perfection monk, even if the other party is also a disciple of Qi Yun's true disciple, Fang Qingyuan has this mentality.

The Huoxing Peak disciple, who was over thirty years old, had an angry look on his face. He pointed the broad sword in his hand at Fang Qingyuan. The next moment, the power of the sword suddenly rose. All sounds within a radius of [-] meters seemed to be involved in a fire. The sword energy Wave surges, such as temperature and pressure strong winds, cause significant changes in the flow of surrounding air.

A sword generates momentum, and its meaning is like lava. The momentum is overwhelming, waiting to burst out.

Everyone on Cao Jie's side was stunned, and they were no longer in the mood to fight with each other. A group of people watched this scene, and finally someone finally said:
"Shangguan Yanzhi, you are so fucking crazy, what kind of magic weapon are you using?"

Shangguan Yanzhi obviously ignored Cao Jie's angry shouts. He just wanted to teach this blind monk a lesson. What qualifications do you have to participate in the fight between our two generations? Do you behave in front of Cao Jie?
"Brother Jie, do you want to take action to stop this crazy Shangguan Yanzhi?"

Cao Jie first looked at Fang Qingyuan, then at Shangguan Yanzhi, and finally a smile appeared on his lips:
"No need, let Shangguan Yanzhi be embarrassed again, you are a brainless thing."

After finishing the few words here quickly, Fang Qingyuan was already formally facing Shangguan Yanzhi over there.

Shangguan Yanzhi just swung his sword, and the majestic sword pressure was like a flaming rock. The sword pressure didn't matter the direction, but came from all directions. It was as strong as fire and as strong as steel. It had already broken away. Beyond the realm of sword energy, one can simply use the power of the sword to suppress people.

Covered by the pressure of the sword, Fang Qingyuan did not take a step back. His face was expressionless, and he had no intention of taking out any weapons or magic weapons.

In front of his chest, the atmosphere suddenly distorted, and a slender head was snatched out of the void. Because the atmosphere was so distorted, it looked like it was protruding from his chest.

This thing stood on three legs, with flaming eyes and golden eyes, and a sharp beak like a hook. At first half of its body was exposed, its wings were spread out, more than two feet long, and flames were rising all over its body. There was a burning fire in the heart, which made the blood boil in the eyes of the surrounding spectators.

As soon as the three-legged Golden Crow appeared on the scene, it began to cry loudly, and then used its magical power of fire to shake the vitality of the world and grab a free area from the pressure of the sword.

As soon as this move came out, far away from the battlefield, many onlookers looked shocked, and some of them even said in shock:

"The art of transforming true energy into shape?"

Cao Jie's expression became cautious at this time. He did not expect that Fang Qingyuan, a monk from Baishan, would be so tough.

The three-legged Golden Crow appeared completely in the blink of an eye, spread its wings, shattered the sword's clamp with a bang, soared into the air, and rushed towards Shangguan Yanzhi.

The speed was extremely fast, and he was in front of Shangguan Yanzhi in the blink of an eye, and then his sharp beak and claws flashed with scorching flames, twisting the air in front of Shangguan Yanzhi.

Shangguan Yanzhi was startled when he saw this strange bird. The big sword in his hand shook, and the sword pressure that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly erupted. Suddenly, within a radius of several feet, the atmosphere roared, and the sword force was superimposed with the meaning of flowing fire, facing the three-legged golden crow. Shrouded and gone.

However, the three-legged golden crow flew away as soon as it touched it. With a flutter of its wings, it flew into the air and circled to another direction, causing the air movement to deflect and affecting the center of gravity of Shangguan Yanzhi's sword.

"The true energy has transformed into a mysterious form, let's see how I can break it, the molten core cracking flame!"

Shangguan Yanzhi's magical sword rotated, and his energy changed again. Then, in addition to the confinement of his sword, there was also an explosive true essence characteristic in the air. This true essence was not strong at first, but with each breath that passed, this true essence The strength of the Yuan doubled. After four or five breaths, the True Yuan was as powerful as the sword.

Feeling Shangguan Yanzhi's aura that was rising like fission, Fang Qingyuan didn't react much. The onlookers around him couldn't bear it anymore and fled in all directions. Only some foundation-building monks still insisted on watching the fun.

To capture the thief, capture the king first. Shangguan Yanzhi understood this principle. Fighting with the three-legged alien bird was of no use. It was the right thing to capture the foreign kid.

So Shangguan Yanzhi turned his sword, and the surging sword intent swept towards Fang Qingyuan, but in the next breath, he saw a turtle head and snake tail, floating in the quiet abyss, the movement and stillness were combined, and the true spirit of the Dharma was impeccably defended. , stood in front of Fang Qingyuan, blocking all of his explosive sword power.

"Both forms appear together?"

Shangguan Yanzhi was startled by an exclamation, and then he realized that he would most likely not be able to get away with it today.

However, Fang Qingyuan was not done yet. In addition to the Xuanwu Dharma Appearance, there was real energy mixed into the atmosphere. It was twisted and twisted, and its outline gradually took shape. This Dharma Appearance had a thick frame, with its back hunched over, and its posture seemed to be squatting or fluttering. It was majestic. Affected by it, it made loud noises and roared in all directions. It was clearly a giant white tiger with a golden spirit.

The White Tiger Dharma Appearance appeared, and with just one pounce, it shook the magic sword in Shangguan Yanzhi's hand so much that he wanted to let it go. This Geng-gold white tiger is unparalleled in sharpness, and its claws are the best magic weapons. Compared with the magic power and true essence, In terms of virility, Shangguan Yanzhi obviously couldn't match Fang Qingyuan's.

The three strands of true energy transformed into physical forms, each with its own pressure. With the three walls added, Shangguan Yanzhi's lava bursting sword intent was obviously disturbed. The buildings with a radius of a hundred meters were also trembling slightly, and he exerted pressure on Fang Qingyuan. The sword pressure outside was continuously hit and twisted, and it was already broken.

When the situation developed to this point, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Shangguan Yanzhi was no match for Fang Qingyuan, but Shangguan Yanzhi refused to admit defeat. He roared angrily, forcibly boosted his energy, flew backwards, and gained some distance first.This is not to give up, but to first reduce the majestic pressure brought by the three Dharma Primes, regroup, and prepare to enter a fierce situation.

As he flew back, his face turned red, and a fiery red blood line appeared between his eyebrows, as if his third eye was about to open.

In the blood line, there is a flash of red light, but this is Shangguan Yanzhi's natal magical power, the great splitting eye. Once this eye is opened, the splitting light emitted will dissolve gold and sparkle bones, and it can dissolve everything and understand everything. Extremely domineering.

At this time, the broad sword in his hand was buzzing and trembling, and it suddenly lost its shape. It came out of his hand and flew around the body. The fission sword intention was also raised twice, and he forcibly exerted four times his true power. The power of Yuan Mana comes.

When Fang Qingyuan saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed. This person is too good to lose, so let me beat you until you are completely convinced.

So Fang Qingyuan pointed at the white tiger's Dharma form, and in an instant he drew the infinite power of the golden spirit from the Immortal Mansion and poured it into it.

His Immortal Mansion has received the original golden spirit power of two Nascent Soul Ancient Beasts. Although they were all absorbed by the Immortal Mansion, the golden spirit power of these Nascent Soul Ancient Beasts also contains some of their thousands of years of practice. In, the meaning of the great road is realized.

Now it was borrowed and extracted from the Immortal Mansion by Fang Qingyuan, and all of it was sent into the body of the white tiger.

With the intention of the great road entering the body, the white tiger began to take steps calmly. As it moved forward, the markings on its body became more obvious, and the word "王" on its forehead became clearer.

Its long tail swayed slightly, and even the low roar in its throat seemed real. On the periphery, the power of the golden spirit expanded outward, beating and changing like flames, making the whole head transform into a white tiger, as if it had emerged from hell. The demons that came out were full of ferocious aura and spread in all directions.

"Aah!"

Being stared at by the White Tiger Sage, Shangguan Yanzhi felt a sense of fear in his heart. On the one hand, this was the pressure brought by the White Tiger Sect, and on the other hand, Fang Qingyuan secretly mobilized his spiritual power to stir up the opponent's seven emotions and six desires, causing him to lose his footing and commit suicide. Chaotic suppression.

The White Tiger's posture was about to pounce. Shangguan Yanzhi was stimulated by this and unconsciously took a few steps back. He knew it was unreasonable, but he had already taken the lead.

'Crack the divine eye! '

As the blood line between Shangguan Yanzhi's brows opened, a bright, diamond-like light appeared, but it was directed at the white tiger in front of him.

The onlookers suddenly exclaimed and felt sorry, why should this be done to the white tiger phase? It should be done to the monk who used this technique.

But these people don't know that most of Shangguan Yanzhi's heart is now filled with the White Tiger Dharma. The pressure brought by the White Tiger Dharma to him is like an abyss, invisible and deep.

Therefore, Shangguan Yanzhi chose to use his natal magical power to attack the white tiger.

The splitting divine eye is really powerful. Once it is fired, no matter how the white tiger's body turns real and dissipates, it cannot escape the light. After the next breath, most of the body of the white tiger's body is split, and only the smaller half of the body is still solid. The other parts Scattered like smoke.

Seeing this result, before Shangguan Yanzhi could show joy, he saw the void around Fang Qingyuan twisting again, and it looked like another true essence was about to appear.

Immediately, all the onlookers took a breath of the hot atmosphere of this place. This Baishan man's true energy was unparalleled among his peers.

Transforming the true energy into shape seems astonishing, but the cost is that the true energy consumption is extremely shocking and the stamina is insufficient, which is also common.

But Fang Qingyuan is not satisfied with the transformation of three true essences now, and wants to condense a fourth one. This is unacceptable.

He is also a monk, how come his magic power is so powerful?
Before other people's hearts could turn sour, Fang Qingyuan's fourth true essence was revealed. It was actually a starry sky bear, its body densely covered with the power of the stars, exuding an aura of eternal desolation.

"Stop, who dares to cause trouble in Qiyun Immortal City, guards on the left and right, help me capture this group of madmen."

Accompanied by a loud shout, a group of monks wearing uniform uniforms appeared. The leader of the monks was at the late stage of the Golden Core. There were also two Golden Core monks in the guard he led.

The remaining 30 people were all foundation-building monks. They immediately took out their magical weapons and beat Cao Jie and others on their heads and faces.

Facing the garrison of Qiyuncheng patrol team, people like Cao Jie did not dare to show off their strength. They all looked depressed, held their heads to protect their faces, whined in pain, and finally surrendered, waiting to be punished.

When Fang Qingyuan saw the guards in the city appear, he dispersed the four transformed forms, stretched out his hands, and waited obediently for the shackles to be placed on his body.

After Shangguan Yanzhi used his divine power to strike, tiny drops of blood oozed from his forehead, which obviously caused great damage to him. He looked at Fang Qingyuan with mixed feelings, then threw the sword away and simply sat down. He lowered his head and didn't know what to think.

"Pulled everyone into prison, asked his master and the head of the family to come to collect punishment, and then fought to steal the girl. You guys are really shameless."

The leader, the Golden Core cultivator, obviously knew these people, and it seemed that he had dealt with these second generations a lot in the past.

Fang Qingyuan was shocked when he heard the punishment conditions. If Lechuan knew that he was fighting with someone for a girl in Qiyun and asked him to personally fish for the person, how would Lechuan make fun of him?
But in the blink of an eye, he saw that Cao Jie was winking at him and making all my mouth gestures, and Fang Qingyuan immediately felt relieved.

"Why are you winking? Be honest, Young Master Cao. If your sister doesn't come to protect you this time, you won't be able to get out of this prison."

"what!"

Cao Jie's face suddenly turned bitter, and he was obviously very resistant to asking his sister to protect him. However, the leader of the Jindan cultivator was determined to make him remember, so a magic power came and sealed Cao Jie's mouth and nose, making him unable to He was talking and shouting nonsense, and then he was carrying him and flying towards the prison in the city.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Fang Qingyuan was thrown into Qi Yun's prison with a bang. Before he could stand up, a joking voice came from the darkness:
"Oh, there's a newcomer here again. I'll have a lot of fun in the coming days."

Fang Qingyuan turned around and saw a bald, dark-skinned man with a fierce face lying in the dark cell, looking at him with evil intentions.

When entering the prison, Fang Qingyuan's storage bag was taken away and sealed, all of his magic power was also sealed, and he could not summon up even a single bit of his cultivation.

But Fang Qingyuan did not panic. He looked at the other party, then at his five-element immortal body, which was as strong as ever, then clenched his fist and walked leisurely towards the other party!

(End of this chapter)