Peerless Battle Spirit

The first thousand five hundred and seventy-seven chapters cross the god

At the same time, the life of the wild, the deepest.

Numerous ways to reach the indescribable Qing Shengqi, swarming from all directions, did not enter the body of the floating king.

In his body, a vast expanse of celestial light, constantly shining, countless kinds of strange runes, successively condensed.

"Well? How did the blood dragon farm open in advance?"

Suddenly, his eyes slowly opened, revealing a trace of doubt.

The blood dragon field was created by him, and all the rules in it were set by himself. It has never changed in thousands of years.

"This……"

The next moment, his face froze, how suddenly, even the Sanqing ancient temple has changed?

Can it be said that the floating life has changed?

"There is no problem with the Supreme Skeleton. There is no problem with the Blood Dragon Copper Ding..."

The fairy tales of the floating fairy king quickly swept the entire floating world, and after discovering that there was no abnormality, the look could not help but be more confused.

Until then, he suddenly thought of something, and he was stunned.

"Qin Nan said before that he has a different treasure in his body, which may affect the entire Xianfu land. Now everything is fine, then..."

The floating king sent a cold breath.

If he guessed it was right, it would be amazing.

As a fairy king, he is of course very clear that it can affect the entire treasure of the Immortal Land, not a general taboo.

"Has he left the floating world?"

The floating fairy king quickly calmed down. After discovering Qinnan, he directly passed a fairy tales: "You three, go to the upper Tianxiaoxian domain, and find Qinnan at all costs!"

After doing all this, in the depths of his eyes, flashed a trace of light.

At this moment, the eighty-six counties are not far away.

The shape of Qin Nan turned into a peerless Changhong and flew to the distance.

"It's a pity, if the King of the Floating King doesn't know, then I can go in the Sanqing Ancient Temple and the Dragon Blood Field."

Qin Nan’s heart sighed. “It’s time to find the next place to improve.”

Although in his opinion, with his current combat power, he is already qualified to participate in the battle of the Ascension, but at the moment there is no Xiangu open, he can only choose to improve.

"I don't know if I can find some interesting places."

Qinnan God read into the Wandao Xianling.

"Nan Shi Xian Wang and Wen Yu Xian Wang, Jin Yi Peng King to fight to win?"

Qinnan was still looking for it in the future, and was immediately attracted by the most eye-catching message.

"It is possible to defeat the two kings with one's own strength. It seems that the power of the Nanshi Xianwang is extraordinary..."

Qin South brow slightly wrinkled.

"Ok?"

At this time, Qin Nan suddenly felt something, looked up and looked at the void in the distance.

"Qin Nan, how can you leave without a word?"

Accompanied by a sound of yin measurement, the body shape of the prince of the yin and the king of Xiaopeng, Wang Wanqi, came from the front and exudes cold and killing.

In addition, behind the two, there are eleven monks in the realm of the gods.

These monks are the disciples of the King of the Golden Wing Peng, and this time Wanlai came to the Qing Dynasty space, in order to prevent it, specially came to accompany him.

"You have been staring at me?"

Qin Nan’s eyes were slightly stunned, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but the divine power in the body began to work.

He didn't have much time to go to the next day, but the two men often wanted to kill him. He had already killed his heart.

It’s a good thing to take the initiative to the door now.

"Oh, it’s your pleasure to let us two staring geniuses stare at you! Wan brother, don’t shoot this time, see how I drink his blood-"

The dying prince of the yin dynasty suddenly exploded, countless ghosts and gods, roaring.

In the space of the Qing dynasty, he was tossed many times by a mysterious monk. His heart has long been incomprehensible and needs blood to resolve.

Xiaopeng Wang Wanzhen, nodded in a blank expression.

The prince of the yin and his strength are quite equal. Now, to deal with a monk who has risen from the lower bound, it is simply a hand to come, no effort.

"Noisy!"

However, his words have not been finished yet. Qin Nan’s figure has moved directly. At an astonishing speed, he has been killed in front of the prince of the yin and punched out.

"Would you dare to do it first?" The yin yin sneaked a glimpse, followed by a green light in his eyes: "A punch like you, want to hurt me?"

He did not bear any slogans, and there was a ghostly ghost, burning in front of him, forming a wonderful array.

In his view, a monk like Qinnan only needs a fire array, which is enough.

boom!

Just listening to a loud bang, the power of the vastness, like the pouring of the heavens and rivers, directly shocked this ghostly fire into nothingness.

"A strong body!"

The dying prince and Xiaopeng Wang Wanxi, as well as those who are strong in the peak of the gods, have a faint sorrow in their eyes.

It is too rare to be a monk who has been able to reach the level of the gods with the power of the flesh.

"It’s no wonder that I dare to be so arrogant before. It turns out that I have such a refuge! However, today I will let you see and see, what is called a genius! Three evil spirits-"

The yin yin dynasty was printed out in all directions, turned into a ghost field, and the ghosts of the ghosts and gods appeared one after another.

"Destroy!"

The momentum of the whole person in Qinnan suddenly broke out, and countless collapses were covered in his fists and beaten.

"you--"

The prince of the yin and yin suddenly collapsed, and the meaning of bloodthirsty on his face disappeared. Instead, he was shocked.

However, it all happened too quickly. He didn't come and react at all. This punch destroyed a ghost and a figure on his chest.

boom!

His **** bandages trembled and the light shone.

The whole body of his body, like the arrow of the string, flew out and took out a huge pit.

Although there is a fairy body, this punch has also brought him a lot of injuries.

"A punch... will the prince of the yin fly?"

Xiaopeng Wang Wanzhen, and the dozens of monks and priests, all face stunned, can not believe this scene.

You must know that the Qinnan in front of you, the breath that comes out of it, is only the peak of the gods, and is comparable to the prince of the yin.

Qinnan can do this, then there is only one explanation, Qinnan also masters the four poles!

A monk in the second lower bound is actually a genius?

When did the martial arts quadrupole reach so easily?