Chapter 397 Against Oliver

"what happened?"

Oliver's face suddenly changed, and the two god-level powerhouses were tricked for no apparent reason, and he didn't even notice it. What kind of dream is this?

"What did you do to both of them."

Oliver uttered in horror. Fortunately, he could still feel the life fluctuations of the two, otherwise the two gods would be killed directly, and he would have no choice but to run away.

Even so, the ambiguous fixation of two strong men who were not weaker than him also impacted his mind to a great extent.

"It's just a difficult battle, and it will temporarily keep them in a dream space, lest they come to disturb the decisive battle between the two of us."

Lin Lang made a faint sound.

He had expected the gathering of the three gods, so he rushed to Sanil City three days in advance to prepare. Although he is far from reaching the level of cutting space, he can lay down formations in many nearby spaces.

In this way, the space of the nearby three miles was divided into forty-nine grids by him, and a triple prohibition was imposed on each surface. The God Realm already had the capital to break through the triple prohibition, so he added a phantom array to it.

The triple prohibition is only to stabilize the space, and it is the phantom formation that really plays the role of sealing.

"This formation is called Wanxinsheng. People who join the formation will breed demons, forming a series of tests in their minds, and the life choices they have experienced will resurface until they are resolved one by one." Lin Lang said lightly.

The magic formation that looks like an illusion is not an illusion, but a demonic realm where the inner demons are born. There is no real existence, but it is testing the Taoism of the people in the formation.

This array has no substantial lethality, and the memory in my mind will be dispelled by playing the array repeatedly. If you get out of your inner demons, you will be able to do everything well, and your cultivation base will improve by leaps and bounds. It's not dangerous if you can't get rid of the demons, it's just that the demons are deep.

Therefore, in the fairy world, this formation is mostly just a way for the elders to experience the future generations. Some geniuses have such a solid heart that they can get rid of their inner demons in an instant. And some people's thoughts are not going well, and they will only be trapped longer and longer.

But the gods on the earth are ignorant, and the inheritance is not comprehensive. Whoever has seen this kind of battle, they were caught in the first time. I'm afraid it's not easy to get out of the demons.

"Then why am I okay?" Oliver frowned.

"Because I want to keep you, I'll finish you off first and then deal with the two of them."

Lin Lang said lightly.

"Arrogant boy!" Oliver was furious. He couldn't understand Lin Lang's meaning, he clearly regarded him as the best bully.

"Even without the two of them, it would be easy for me to kill you. I will let you know the price of underestimating me."

Oliver roared, completely irritated. He put his four fingers together, flew forward, and at the same time pinched his thumb down, a giant flaming palm emerged in the void, filled with dark red magma, and came towards Lin Lang with a scalding temperature.

Before the terrifying temperature approached, layers of heat waves had already evaporated, and even the sand on the ground became scorching hot. Back then, Hong Qiu'er was a fire-type supernatural being, born as an elf in flames, but he didn't have such a great momentum as Oliver.

No one knows where these magmas come from.

"This is the realm of the gods, every move is like a god, and the methods are close to the creation of the void." The positions of the several transformation realms are different, but the faces are the same awe.

That realm made them fascinated.

Lin Lang's face remained motionless, a wave of seven-colored flames swept across his pupils, stomping his feet, the seven-colored flames erected a high wall, and the colorful colors overflowed from it, extremely gorgeous.

The oncoming flaming palm collided heavily with the seven-color wall of fire. It was also fire, and the two were instantly entangled without distinguishing each other.

It's just that as time changes, the seven-color flame seems to become weaker and weaker, and the color becomes dimmer. The red part has faded to pink, and the dark blue area is more inclined to sky blue.

"Too bad. General Lin's flames are not as good as Oliver's, and he will be swallowed up." Lu Beidou's expression changed. The seven-color flames gradually dimmed, and anyone could see that they had suffered losses in this confrontation.

Only the old god Oliver's face was solemn, without the slightest look of victory. Finally, the seven-color flame stabilized and stopped fading downward. Oliver's face suddenly changed, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"You are assimilating my flame."

Oliver was shocked and angry.

At this moment, the flame turned back, Lin Lang retracted the sky fire, and there was a fire lotus looming in Lin Lang's eyes. In addition to Zhaoxia's practice and evolution, the seven-color flame has another way to devour, and its dim color is not exhausted, but neutralized.

"The formation of the fire lotus means that it has evolved into a divine fire, but it still takes a long time to cultivate."

"Forget it, I can still cut you without using the Purple Flame Divine Eye." Lin Lang's eyes shone brightly, and he raised his left and right hands together, and at the same time, he popped out a wind blade, and cut forward.

"Is that all you can do?" Oliver snorted, and waved his hands, causing the boundless rain to fall. In the middle of the rain, a faceless, silver figure shot towards Lin Lang.

The two wind blades cut the faceless figure, but let its silver blood spurt out, it seemed that there was no pain, and the silver blood flowed back, returning to normal.

With a false stroke in Lin Lang's hand, the Shangqing Sword spurted out at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, and it reached the silver man in an instant, cutting off the latter's head. The inverted Shangqing sword was thrown into the distance by the silver man's palm.

"it's useless."

"This is the body of a puppet that I spent ten years painstakingly refining. It can't be killed without killing it, and it can be reborn with a drop of blood. On the contrary, its aggressiveness is comparable to that of a god." Oliver said proudly. This is exactly his proud work, even if it is a divine realm, it is impossible to break it easily.

At this moment, the neck of the headless silver man appeared

Bubbling and bubbling, it rose higher and higher, and a head grew again, and the head that had fallen was replenished at the bottom of the silver man's feet, and his stature instantly grew by a foot.

The silver man twisted his neck a few times, and after adapting to the newly grown head, his thighs shrank back to normal. Even the Shangqing sword, which has always been known for its sharpness, can't do anything about it.

"It's kind of weird."

Lin Lang glanced at it for a few times, and suddenly he had a plan in mind, and he knew the secret of the silver man clearly. The silver man itself has no life, but a puppet composed of a special substance similar to mercury, like a stream of water, even if it is cut off, it will return to normal in a short time.

"A mere puppet deserves the title of rebirth from a drop of blood. The real rebirth from a drop of blood is the realm of the Mahayana Immortal King. The soul is immortal, and the body is immortal. I don't know how much higher than the silver man in front of me."

Lin Lang sneered, eyes full of disdain.

The silver man charged forward with overwhelming momentum. Lin Lang wiped his hands into a knife, and chopped out more than a dozen wind blades, each of which was deeply embedded in the silver man's blood.

The silver man's movements were sluggish, messed up by the rampant influence in his body. As Lin Lang spat out the word 'explosion', the silver man exploded, and every piece of flesh and blood was blasted into fine mist beads.

"It's useless." Oliver shook his head: "My puppet will never die, no one can kill it. Anyway, let me show you the real rebirth from a drop of blood!"

"combine!"

Oliver yelled loudly. The mist did not obey his orders at all, and condensed into a ball in the air, its shape was erratic, but it was still unable to unite.

"What did you do?" Oliver's face changed, but after all, he is a strong man in the divine realm. Even if one method is abolished, he is still a tyrannical trump card.

After a brief absence, Oliver no longer tried to control the puppet. Immediately rushed forward to take over the silver man's fighting position. He has been stalling for time, waiting for the other two gods to break out of the confinement, but right now, this hope has also come to nothing.

When he came forward physically, his internal cultivation was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"Did you know that before I became a god, I had another name, Dragon Warrior." Oliver flew up, clasped his five fingers backward, and stretched out a bronze spear gradually along his straight arm from the back, and was captured by him. Hold it in your hand.

Dragon Warrior is named not because he actually slayed a dragon, but because of his weapon. According to legend, in the ancient British Empire, an evil dragon was born, and the flames breathed out and burned a city into purgatory. Dragon slaying warriors held spears and round shields and went thousands of miles away to kill dragons.

The soul of the dragon after death is imprisoned in this spear for eternity. Many people think this is the apotheosis of weapons, but Oliver knows that this may not be a fiction. Because at some point, the spear will manifest the figure of a dragon.

"go to hell."

Oliver swooped forward, waving his spear, like an angry tyrant, changing his shape from time to time, baring his teeth and claws, and rushing towards him.

The spear swung up and down, and a four-legged and double-winged dragon shadow appeared behind him. When the dragon gets angry, thousands of miles around him will be scorched earth. Between breaths, a field of fire. Perhaps this is why the West regards the dragon as a symbol of evil.

Lin Lang confronted him head-on, and the Golden Elephant punched three times in a row, all of which were hard on the spear. In terms of cultivation, Oliver is definitely more tyrannical than the Yin-Yang Taoist. Even though Lin Lang has already surpassed the God of War realm, he still has to cheer up and be serious when facing Oliver.

After all, he is not yet a genius.

The Golden Elephant punches out.

The Star Picker followed closely behind, but it was a pity that the Dragon Slaying Spear in Oliver's hand was like an arm, and he was not captured after some wrestling.

"Shangqing sword, it's not back yet!"

Lin Lang gave a soft drink, and the Shangqing sword circled, appearing in the palm of his right hand. And his left hand is holding the spear horizontally, entangled with Oliver endlessly.

"Break it!"

At the last moment, Lin Lang suddenly let go of the spear, concentrated his strength and cut to the spear's half waist. There was only a crisp sound, and the dragon-slaying spear broke in two from the center.

Oliver held the spear handle in his left hand and the spear tip in his right, a look of panic flashed across his face. The dragon spear was cut off so easily, which was beyond his expectation.

Suddenly, something happened.

From the half of the spear tip in Oliver's right hand, a cloud of black mist suddenly sprayed out, and a strange burning sensation emerged, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

And this group of black mist quickly formed, and a shadow was reflected on the ground.

A western dragon with broad wings on its back, four-legged feet, and thorns and thorns on its head emerged. And his size is also very astonishing, with a size of twenty or thirty meters, covering the sky and the sun.

This is a red dragon in western legend.

"Legend, is it true?"

Oliver froze for a moment.