Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

The Great Qian Dynasty?

That quasi-emperor of the Great World of Qiandu?

Ji Wudao responded indifferently: “The opportunities in the secret realm of the Sky Monument can be obtained by those who are destined! You are late!”

“court death!”

Yang Pan raised his sword eyebrows slantingly, and two cold gleams bloomed in his eyes. He raised his hand and made a move towards the void. A flash of sword light flew out from the depths of the void and hit Ji Wudao directly. It was the sword that Ji Wudao had banished to the void. The divine sword in the turbulence.

After being baptized by the turbulent flow of the void, the luster of this divine sword was obviously dimmed, but it was still filled with vast divine power. It turned into a golden dragon in the void and pounced towards Ji Wudao indomitably.

“brush!”

A black blade as thin as a cicada’s wing appeared in front of the golden dragon that the Divine Sword transformed into, revealing a heart-stopping spatial fluctuation, as if the endless void world was compressed into this black blade.

Void Dimension Slash!

“Boom!”

The golden divine dragon collided with the black blade, making a series of earth-shattering roars. The mighty golden divine dragon uncontrollably collapsed and compressed into the black blade. In the blink of an eye, it shattered between heaven and earth and turned into the divine sword again.

Yang Pan’s expression changed slightly, and he forcibly took back the divine sword. He found that the divine power in the divine sword was greatly damaged, and the luster it exuded was much dimmed.

And the void dimension slash compressed by multiple voids also disappeared between heaven and earth.

“Yin Yang Great Millstone!”

Yang Pan shouted violently, and overwhelming yin and yang qi surged out of his body, connecting the origin of yin and yang in the world. The white yang qi rose, and the black yin qi fell. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge millstone covering the sky and the earth, imprinted with The simple and mysterious Dao pattern seems to be able to crush ten thousand Dao.

The upper millstone is yang to strong, and the lower millstone is yin to soft, rotating and crushing in opposite directions, as if the way of heaven is crushing all living beings, as if it can crush the entire world of heavenly monuments into nothingness.

Yang Pan himself has cultivated to the realm of demigods. Even if there are many geniuses who enter the secret realm of Tianbei, Yang Pan’s cultivation level can still be among the top ten. He uses all his strength to activate this yin and yang millstone, which is enough to threaten the real gods!

Ji Wudao’s pupils shrank slightly, and a golden light flew out of the Tianling Cap, turning into a small and exquisite golden scissors on the top of his head. It was filled with the vast power of heaven and exuded a boundless killing aura.

Golden dragon scissors!

“brush!”

The golden dragon scissors are good at facing the wind. In the blink of an eye, they turned into two golden dragons, just larger than the Yin and Yang millstone in the sky. Their heads were as close as scissors, and their tails were mating like stock. They cut towards the Yin and Yang millstone with a mighty golden light. past.

“Crack!”

Along with the earth-shattering sound of shattering, the Yin-Yang millstone silently shattered between the heaven and the earth. The Yin-Yang energy returned to the heaven and the earth, reappearing in the bright universe, as if it had never appeared before.

But the speed of the golden dragon scissors did not slow down at all, and continued to cut and kill Yang Pan.

Yang Pan suddenly changed his color, and the murderous aura coming out of the golden dragon scissors gave him a feeling of heart-stopping fear. He once again took out the sword with great power and blocked it in front of the golden dragon scissors.

“Crack!”

The two cutting blades of the golden dragon scissors missed each other, and the divine sword broke into two pieces on the spot. It fell into the void with no power, losing all its divine power.

“The Great Qian is immortal and creates mountains and rivers!”

Yang Pan shouted loudly, and a vast purple-gold light filled the center of his eyebrows, turning into a phantom of mountains and rivers with a radius of tens of thousands of feet around him. It was astonishingly the mountains and rivers of the Daqian Dynasty shrunk tens of thousands of times, and various sacred mountains and rivers. Objects such as lakes, cities, and official roads are lifelike, and the power of national destiny is faintly drawn from the depths of endless nothingness.

The phantoms of the mountains and rivers around Yang Pan turned into reality, exuding the endless power of creation, permeating the vast abyss of the power of national destiny, firmly guarding his body.

In this scaled-down version of the Daqian Dynasty, Yang Pan is the omnipotent god.

However, under the golden dragon’s scissors, this miniature version of the Great Qian Dynasty only persisted for a moment before it suddenly collapsed between heaven and earth.

“brush!”

Suddenly, a broken sword radiating with cold light rushed out from the center of Yang Pan’s eyebrows, blooming with immeasurable sword light, filled with overwhelming holy power, blocking the front of the golden dragon scissors.

This is a mutilated holy weapon!

“Boom!”

The golden dragon cut out two golden dragons, intertwined with each other in the void, collided with the broken sword, made a deafening roar, and dazzling light shone for nine days.

The holy power of the Broken Sword quickly fell silent, its brilliance dimmed, and returned to the center of Yang Pan’s eyebrows.

After being blocked by this incomplete holy sword, the power of the golden dragon scissors was exhausted, fell silent again, and disappeared from Ji Wudao’s body.

Although the Golden Dragon Scissors are powerful, it requires a huge amount of life energy to activate the Golden Dragon Scissors. Even if Ji Wudao activates the Golden Dragon Scissors with all his strength, he can only exert a very small part of the power of the Golden Dragon Scissors in its heyday, which is not enough. flash sale

God.

However, if you want to cut the holy soldiers into pieces, even if they are only incomplete holy soldiers, you are still unable to do so.

Yang Pan retreated thousands of miles with lingering fear. He was obviously frightened by the murderous aura of the golden dragon scissors that could destroy all things. His mind subconsciously swept towards Ji Wudao, and he couldn’t help but froze slightly.

Ji Wudao’s face was extremely pale at this time, his breath was scattered, his hair was withered and white, his skin was dry and rough, and his whole body exuded a deep twilight atmosphere.

Yang Pan was ecstatic in his heart and laughed loudly: “Haha, forcibly activating such a powerful weapon requires paying an unimaginable price. How can you, the Lord, afford it? You cannot afford such a powerful weapon. What you control is better to contribute!”

After speaking, Yang Pan turned into a ray of purple light and turned back, and a vast phantom of mountains and rivers appeared around him, condensing into a brilliant Taoist sword and striking directly at the center of Ji Wudao’s eyebrows.

Ji Wudao looked at the speeding Yang Pan, with a sarcastic look in his eyes. He calmly took out a small jade bottle containing the spring of life, raised his head and drank it, and a massive amount of life essence surged out of his body.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Wudao’s white hair turned black, his eyes sparkled, his face was rosy, and his energy and energy instantly returned to its peak state.

“Fountain of Life?”

Yang Pan exclaimed, his body that was galloping came to an abrupt stop, with a look of fear on his face, he flew back at a faster speed, and the Shanhe Dao sword that was slashing at Ji Wudao suddenly shattered.

“Since you want this golden scissor so much, I will grant it to you. It depends on whether you have the chance to take it!”

Ji Wudao’s tone was cold, and the golden dragon scissors reappeared in the void above his head, blooming with thousands of golden lights, and instantly appeared behind Yang Pan, turning into two golden dragons, intertwined head and tail, and boundless killing aura burst out.

Yang Pan was so frightened that he could no longer move the incomplete holy sword. He begged for mercy in a hurry: “Spare my life…”

“Crack!”

The cutting blades of the golden dragon scissors intertwined, cutting Yang Pan into two pieces on the spot. Scarlet blood spilled into the sky, his true spirit was extinguished, and his body was dead.

Ji Wudao put away the golden scissors and many trophies, and disappeared.