"What I feared the most back then was Yuan Zhangang's Dharma body of the Doutian Divine Ape. I will meet again today, so I will fight with this Doutian Divine Ape!" As the Taoist Master Xuanguang rose into the air, and the long sword in his hand instantly turned into a thousand feet in size.

The sword light waving, and the mist around began to tremble.

Fang Ling looked at the shaking sword light and his eyes moved. Under his eyes, he saw the shining light Taoist Lord just waved a sword.

But in his mind, he felt that the dazzling Taoist lord had swung hundreds of swords in total.

And there were hundreds of swords gathered together. These hundreds of swords gathered together and directly slashed through the purple sea of ​​flames and slashed on the huge Doutian God Ape.

The Doutian Divine Ape was cut into two sections, and even the owner of the Doutian Divine Ape was cut into fog.

According to Fang Ling's estimate, the power of this sword is just the Five Tribulations Dao Zun, but the use of power by Puru Taoist Lord has reached an enviable level.

That's why he was able to kill the huge magical ape body and their master with one sword.

But at the moment when the Doutian Divine Ape broke into fog, countless purple mists gathered in the void, and the man who had been cut into pieces appeared again.

The man's eyebrows and eyes remained the same. Although there was no spirit in his eyes, it gave people a sense of fear.

The long river impulses the world, and the giant eagle devours the sky.

Just as the Doutian Divine Ape was killed, the other three Dharma bodies also attacked Fang Ling and the other three at the same time.

The grass sword in Qingti Daojun's hand turned into a thousand feet long and nine grass leaves, turning into a green sword wheel.

The giant eagle that soared into the sky was divided into pieces by the sword wheel, and the long sword and the long river were broken into inch by inch inch inch in the hands of Pu Ru Daojun.

But these people, like Rou Niang in the black fog, will be constantly born while being destroyed.

But what is in the black fog is transformed into ten and endless. But in this purple fog, one is extinct, and another one is born.

In half an hour, the three Taoist lords had no idea how many times they had killed these four men. But the four men continued to appear, just like the four men just appeared.

A golden light rushed up from Fang Lingfa's body, and the four men disappeared again with the thinning purple mist.

Compared to just now, the Three Daojun seemed even more embarrassed. They quickly threw a pill of pill into their mouths, and then quickly surrounded Fang Ling and advanced.

None of the three Taoist lords spoke this time, and they did not miss any opportunity to restore their magic power.

And in the battle just now, Fang Ling saw something, that is, in this purple fog, even the three Daojuns had the possibility of falling.

The golden immortal palace seemed clearer in front of Fang Ling and others at this time. Fang Ling even saw someone in the immortal palace.

This is a woman with red hair and golden crown and a brocade robe. She stands on the platform of the Immortal Palace and feels like she is rising in the air.

The world around him unconsciously blends with this woman, giving people an incomparable static beauty.

"If this woman is in terms of cultivation, she is definitely not weaker than us." Na Puru Daojun seemed to be talking to herself, and also like the other party Ling: "It's just that she is just a phantom, you don't have to care."

The phantom. Don’t worry, is it that there is no such woman in this world? What kind of existence is the magnificent Penglai Immortal Palace?

Fang Ling didn't ask. At this time, his biggest thought was to rush on the road. Although he had never relaxed his guard against the Three Daojuns, he knew in his heart that as long as he relaxed a little, he might be buried here.

Although the golden Dharma body can restrain the fog, it is difficult to support it endlessly with his magic power.

Fortunately, the purple fog was not too long. After resting three times, Fang Ling walked out of the purple fog surrounded by the three Daojuns.

Beyond the purple fog, there is a golden color, which makes the beautiful Penglai Fairy Palace look even more magnificent.

These golden colors are like golden streamers, floating outside the Penglai Fairy Palace.

When the golden divine light shone on the golden streamer, Fang Ling felt his mind tightening. It seemed that there was something that wanted to pull his mind out of his spiritual consciousness.

Fang Ling was keeping his mind, but in a few blinks, Fang Ling found that he had tried his best to activate the Dharma body formed by the Ming King Sword.

The beautiful immortal palace can no longer be seen. What appeared in front of Fang Ling and the others was a golden mist.

"This is the last divine mist in heaven. As long as we break through this layer of divine mist, we can enter the Penglai Immortal Palace." Puru Daojun smiled coldly and said to the other two divine masters: "There were the most people who died here back then."

"We have to do our best, otherwise we will all die here."

Qingti Daojun and Xuanguang Daojun both nodded, their expressions were extremely serious.

Just as the endless golden mist surrounded the figures of the four people, a golden death formed in the void.

This golden arrest was overwhelming, and the moment this golden arrest was formed, it had blocked the world and the world.

Although Fang Ling spent most of his time restoring his strength, with the golden arrest, Fang Ling felt that he had fallen into a small golden world.

This is a net that is no less than one Taoist king's small world. What should three Taoist kings do?

Fang Ling didn't say anything. All he wanted to do was to observe quietly. Just as his eyes looked at the three Taoist lords, the shining Taoist lord suddenly slapped his head, and a golden cloud flew up from the top of his head.

There are more than a thousand golden flowers growing on this golden cloud. In the light shining, countless Taoist patterns shine on this golden flower.

The original Taoist pattern condenses, which is almost the last method for the Taoists to defend against their opponents.

This method is more harmful to the performer himself than to the person he wants to deal with. Generally speaking, no one will use this method until the moment of life and death.

The golden nets fell, and golden flowers kept falling from the void. With these falling golden flowers, the face of the Sun Guang Daojun became extremely ugly.

When each golden flower falls into the golden net, it will turn into a foot-long Taoist pattern and then shatter into the gold net.

In half an hour, the number of golden flowers that the Xuanguang Daojun lost was as many as thirty.

Although these thirty golden flowers are not many compared to the thousands of golden flowers above the head of Xuanguang Daojun, the destruction of the thirty golden flowers also means that Xuanguang Daojun's strength has been greatly damaged.

When Fang Ling's magic power was restored and the Eye of Breaking Delusion activated by the Ming King Sword opened again, Xuanguang Daojun then put away Jin Yun.

It was all the time to stop. Although Pu Ru Daojun and others said that the golden fog was the shortest, Fang Ling and others also delayed the longest time in the golden fog. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!