Chapter 2684

Dragon Beard Whip!

As soon as the dragon beard whip came out, a violent aura erupted.

This is the breath of Gulong!

This……

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

Especially the people of the dragon family, they only felt that at this moment, their blood was boiling.

The third treasure of ancient repair!

Everyone’s hearts were filled with turbulent waves. The treasure of ancient cultivation is a treasure that is very difficult for cultivators in the Taoist period to have. Chu Yan is only a soaring perfection, and he actually has three treasures of ancient cultivation. This net worth is too amazing. some.

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

First, the ancient immortal foot bones of the ancient immortal lineage, then the sapphire ancient mirror of the ancient demon lineage, and now it is the dragon whisker of the ancient dragon lineage...

Fei Qingyang's body was petrified, and at this moment, he was working at full strength to resolve the power of his cultivation, but he didn't expect the appearance of the Dragon Beard Whip!

Now, with Chu Yan's physical ability, he can only use the treasure of ancient cultivation three times at most, and this is the last time.

"Ancient Dragon Spiritual Mind, Dragon Beard Whip!"

Chu Yan shouted, and the ancient dragon's spiritual sense directly merged into the dragon whisker, and slapped Fei Qingyang fiercely!

"Snapped!"

This time, Fei Qingyang only felt a tearing pain in his mind.

The next moment, a primordial spirit emitting a scorching white light fell out of his body, and a hideous wound appeared between the eyebrows of the emperor demon primordial spirit.

The Dragon Beard Whip is also designed to beat the soul, and this time, it directly pulled out Fei Qingyang's primordial spirit and seriously injured it.

"Emperor Immortal Yuanshen!"

A dazzling light flashed in Chu Yan's eyes.

This is similar to Chu Yan's Emperor Demon Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, Chu Yan has exhausted the power of his cultivation, his body has reached the limit, and the treasure of ancient cultivation cannot be used.

And Fei Qingyang's body is still petrified and has not recovered. At the same time, the ferocious wound between the eyebrows of Emperor Immortal Yuanshen can't be healed by the power of the soul. In that wound, if there are countless little dragons of the soul constantly biting Feiqing The pure spirit is general.

He only felt that he had a splitting headache, the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and a monstrous killing intent appeared in his eyes: "Chu Yan, you give me death! The sword of artistic conception!"

At this moment, after Fei Qing Yang's body, an ancient sword phantom appeared.

This ancient sword phantom is transformed by the artistic conception, and it has approached the rules. As soon as the ancient sword in the artistic conception came out, the boundless immortal energy roared out from the Emperor's Immortal Primordial Spirit, madly gathering towards it. go.

In the end, an ancient sword of artistic conception filled with immortal energy directly killed Chu Yan.

At this moment, Chu Yan's physical body and cultivation base are all exhausted, and the oil is almost exhausted, and a crisis of life and death has emerged.

"Stop hurting my lord!"

At this moment, a thick voice came from the void.

The next moment, a Protoss man with four wings and devilish energy came out.

It is Chu Yan's guardian guard, the real devil king Ran Junchen!

"Xianzhu!"

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

Ran Junchen held the immortal pillar in his hand, and his breath exploded, and the two blue eyes instantly released a light curtain, and a pillar slammed out.

Under this smash, with the blessing of the eye of the god king, the breath is three times terrifying!

"boom!"

At this moment, it was directly bombarded with the sword of artistic conception.

The storm surged out, and the two were evenly matched for a while.

"The sword of artistic conception, sword intent, burst!!!"

At this moment, Fei Qingyang's eyes filled with killing intent, and his mouth burst.

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

"Senior Ran!"

At this moment, Chu Yan couldn't help shrinking his pupils, and immediately shouted.

This sword of artistic conception is similar to the brand of Chu Yan's years, and it contains the sword intent that Fei Qingyang has cultivated for more than 8,000 years, every day.

At this moment, it can be said that the power is destroying the sky and destroying the earth. Millions of Intent Sword Intent rushed out madly, and the power was enough to destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

One sword intent, two sword intents...

Countless sword intents bombarded Ran Junchen's body continuously, Ran Junchen's eyes were like torches, and he did not take a step back.

"The soul is burning with blood, and the wings are heavenly!"

Ran Junchen roared, at this moment, his soul, his flesh and blood, all burned up, and his four wings slammed open, completely covering Chu Yan behind him.

The power of the burning flesh and soul, 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, and finally added with the blessing of the Eye of the God King. At this moment, Ran Junchen protects Chu Yan behind him to the maximum extent possible.

"Damn!"

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

Ten thousand!

...

One hundred thousand!

...

A million lines!

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

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

"Senior Ran!"

Chu Yan shouted.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Ran Junchen's body completely collapsed, and when he finally collapsed, all the remaining power of cultivation in his body also turned into resistance, and hundreds of sword intents collapsed.

Guardian guardian, only recognize one master in life, reincarnation of life and death, forever guard!

"Now, you have to die too! Kill!"

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

For a time, the remaining 600,000 sword intents were killing Chu Yan.

Although these more than 600,000 sword intents were not as good as the millions of sword intents before, they were also extremely good, and killing Chu Yan, who was at the end of the moment, was as easy as the palm of his hand.

"The wine mirror reflects the moon!"

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

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

Above the inner water surface, the reflections of the more than 600,000 sword intents surfaced directly, and the next moment, the more than 600,000 artistic conception sword intents flew towards the wine jar uncontrollably!