Chapter 981 The Twilight of the Gods

Chen Ya withdrew his fist.

Countless stone powder rustled from his fingers.

He had already lost three fingers, but he was trembling slightly at this time, and he looked for signs of loss of strength.

On the cold and hard face, there is a tired expression, even a little old.

To defeat a character like Peng Lang with one punch, even though it has been in the making for a long time, he still consumes a lot of energy.

He turned to look at those people among the cliffs, and said with a blank expression: "Now, you have lost."

Tong Yan was silent for a while, then said: "So you have been waiting for him."

Yes, after the tattered pirate ship saw the black warship in the Kuiper belt, the previous generations of immortals began to set up this game.

They first need to identify the people on that battleship.

They all thought that Peng Lang was inside, and he was the one who needed the most vigilance.

They have all read that important novel, and they know that Peng Lang's realm is extremely powerful, the possibility of ascension is the greatest, and he is also the most difficult to deal with.

The first thing they determined was how to deal with Peng Lang.

When they came to the surface of Mars, they found that Peng Lang was not there. Instead of letting down their vigilance, the previous generations of immortals continued to implement the plan silently, waiting for his appearance.

Peng Lang came back from the universe and was weakened by the sword array of the solar system.

Chen Ya suddenly started.

The immortals finally relieved the biggest threat, and they all heaved a sigh of relief, except Jian Xian Ensheng.

He looked at Chen Ya expressionlessly, and said, "You know his background."

Chen Ya also said with a blank expression: "I can't die, I don't have that ability, but he shouldn't try to stand up again and try to destroy the grand master's formation."

He then said to Tong Yan: "You can't do it anymore, die or surrender?"

Tong Yan suddenly walked over to the venue.

The atmosphere in the arena became tense again.

Master Yun opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say a few words of persuasion, but in the end he just sighed.

Tong Yan walked up to the broken robot and asked, "Are you okay?"

Shen Yun buried a somewhat annoyed voice: "What do you think?"

Tong Yan said: "It seems that you are alright."

Then he looked at Chen Ya and said, "It's not over yet."

Chen Ya rubbed the center of his brows with two fingers wearily, and said, "If you still count on that dog, we naturally have arrangements."

While speaking, the eight immortals including He Xiangu and Shen Da Xianshi floated up, left the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed, and headed towards various places on Mars.

Not long after, the eight immortals came to the cliff on the side of the mountain more than a hundred miles away, and sat down cross-legged.

Eight extremely pure immortal qi shot straight into the sky from the desolate surface of Mars, but failed to enter the dark universe, and were blocked by the invisible barrier.

Looking from a distance, the diffused immortal energy looks like eight golden flowers bursting, the beauty is heart-wrenching.

"Could this be the legendary formation of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea?" Que Niang murmured as she watched the magnificent scene.

Chen Ya ignored her, and did not look at Tong Yan again.

Peng Lang has been defeated, and it will be over when he traps or kills the corpse dog with the Eight Immortals crossing the sea formation later.

The dim light fell on the top of the mountain, illuminating the broken metal robot, making Shen Yun's buried head pale.

Tong Yan was a little tired, she leaned on her waist and looked at the night sky, wondering if she was praying that Mr. Shigou would not come back at this time.

Que Niang supported Yushan and Yuan Qu came to the arena with Su Ziye on her back, and quietly asked in her spiritual consciousness: "Can you find a way to notify Lord Ye Xiao?"

Tong Yan shook his head expressionlessly. Not to mention that Chen Ya was watching, and they didn't know where the corpse dog was at this time, so what should they do next?

Shen Yunbu suddenly shouted loudly.

"That stone, do you know what this mountain is called? This mountain is called Mount Olympus. In the childhood of human civilization, Mars was once believed to be the place where gods lived, and this highest mountain was the sacred mountain. In those myths, the gods died in this mountain in the end. Don't you think it's a bit unlucky?"

The immortals who are forming the array at this moment are immortals and masters on their respective planets, no different from gods. Will they die here?

Chen Ya didn't turn around and ignored him.

Que Niang smiled wryly, thinking that now that the game is over, why did you scare them?

Only Tong Yan knew what he meant, her eyes fell on his earlobe, and she asked, "How powerful is the explosion?"

Shen Yunbu said: "It's no problem to blow up this mountain."

Tong Yan said, "That's useless."

Shen Yunbu said: "Maybe it can be seen by the entire solar system."

This is the meaning of notifying the dead dog with life.

While speaking, the dusk of Mars arrived.

The dry ice clouds in the sky are very sparse, illuminated by the dull light into countless ripples, which are somewhat similar to ocean waves.

Eight immortals surrounded the mountain, scattered in various places, and were constructing the great formation.

At the moment when the formation was about to be completed, a person suddenly and slowly walked over among the rubble in the distance.

It seems to be slow, but it is actually a step.

When that person came over, the first person he met was He Xiangu.

Looking at the figure, He Xiangu narrowed her eyes slightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Walking from the side of the wind and sand and the side of the twilight is Peng Lang.

His sword was still bound by the cyan light rope, and he couldn't get rid of it, just like someone with a broken arm tied with cloth.

His face was pale, and his chest was covered with traces of being burned by immortal blood. He really looked like a wounded man who had just returned from the battlefield.

But no one felt that he was weak, that he was already vulnerable, because he, who should have fallen to the side of Mars and struggled to stand up, just walked over in the twilight.

A breeze blew up on the surface of Mars, blowing his clothes and hair, and falling on the blue light rope, making a tearing sound.

What attracted the most attention was the sword he was holding across his neck.

The sword was bent very badly, it was very likely that it was broken by Chen Ya with a stone pestle, and it might break in the next moment.

He Xiangu sacrificed the most powerful magic weapon without hesitation, and displayed the strongest Taoism.

An invisible big net is hidden in the wind and snow all over the sky, and it is caged forward.

Peng Lang held his sword horizontally.

The sword is like a string.

He is the arrow on the string.

With a soft buzzing sound, his figure suddenly disappeared in the wilderness and shot forward.

The invisible net did not break open, but was driven forward by his body, and the whole world seemed to hear the sound of something tightening.

In the wilderness, the sand and gravel rolled, and the fine dust danced wildly, but they couldn't leave the range of the invisible giant net, and instantly formed a dust dragon.

Peng Lang was at the forefront of Chenlong.

There was a loud bang.

He Xiangu was directly knocked into the air, and smashed into a cliff about ten miles high at an unimaginable speed. The entrance of the cave was dark and I don't know how deep it was.

The bright sword light condensed in the ordinary clothes and collar, and the dust dragon also dispersed like flying smoke without a trace.

Peng Lang's figure appeared and continued to walk forward.

a few steps.

He came to the other side of the cliff.

There is an old fairy with white hair in colorful clothes.

Peng Lang knew that he was the master of the gods, and said politely, "I have seen you, senior."

With the sudden defeat of Xiangu, the formation of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea could no longer be formed, so the master Shen Da simply withdrew his immortal energy, looked at this junior and said with a smile: "Your posture is also strange."

The cyan light rope was indeed unbreakable, Peng Lang couldn't let it leave his neck, so he had to maintain the appearance of killing himself with a horizontal sword.

He smiled a little embarrassedly, and adjusted the position where his fingers were holding the sword, so that the sword was a little farther away from his neck.

The Immortal God Fighter suddenly suppressed his smile, and said seriously, "Please."

As soon as the voice fell, a thunder sound followed!

boom! The sparse dry ice clouds in the sky suddenly became chaotic, and a bolt of lightning fell from nowhere, and disappeared in midair, leaving only a loud bang.

This thunder sound did not come from the sky, but from the small drum on the wrist of Master Shen Da.

The snare drum blares without beating, it's all thunder.

The thunder sound traveled several miles, entered Peng Lang's ears, and also entered his sea of ​​consciousness, shaking his soul slightly.

A faint sword light overflowed from the sleeves and neckline, and there was even a very vague light and shadow!

His sword ghost was almost forced out of his body by this thunder sound!

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This rumbling thunder resounded throughout Mars, and naturally reached the cliff.

Yuan Qu and Yu Shan didn't have enough cultivation, so they spat out a mouthful of blood.

Que Niang was seriously injured, so she quickly sat down cross-legged, guarding her heart with Taoism, her face became even paler, and she said, "Fight God!"

The Dao of God Dao, the master of Dao Dao, followed the way of borrowing the soul of heaven, earth and thunder to forcibly shake the soul of the ascetic. If you practice to the extreme, it is said that you can shake the heart of the immortal!

He has been ascending for many years and exerted his Taoism with all his strength, so what kind of power should he have?

This is a cliff more than a hundred miles away, they couldn't bear the attack of the small drum, how could Peng Lang withstand the concentrated attack?

Tong Yan looked at the corner that she couldn't see at the bottom of the mountain, and when she heard the thunder again, her expression was extremely solemn.

Suddenly, there was a different voice among the thunder in the sky.

The sound was a bit like the sound of a sword, but not so clear, it was very soft, and for some reason it couldn't even hide the thunder.

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The place under the cliff.

More than ten bolts of lightning fell from the sky and disappeared in the air without touching the ground, leaving only the rumbling thunder.

The next moment, the power of those thunders was suddenly diluted a lot, because that voice came.

The voice came from Peng Lang's fingers.

He tapped the sword lightly.

The bent sword lay across his shoulder, looking like a musical instrument.

The same posture, when doing different things, is a different existence.

When he was fighting Xiangu, Peng Lang's posture was to shoot himself with a bow, but now he is holding a sword as a harp.

His fingertips fell again, and immediately turned into countless shadows, which even Master Shen Da couldn't see clearly.

The sound of swords rose continuously and gradually formed a line, like the sound of a piano.

The sound of the piano broke through the air, diluting the domineering thunder a lot.

Master Shen Da's expression changed suddenly.

Peng Lang holds the piano and goes forward.

In an instant, he came to the cliff, and the Hengqin acted as a sword, cutting forward.

The snare drum is tied to the wrist of Master Shen Da with a piece of grass rope.

That must be no ordinary straw rope.

More than ten sword lights left the sword body with the sound of the zither, making chi chi noises.

More than a dozen small flowers bloomed on the surface of the straw rope, revealing the material inside.

The wrinkles on Master Shen Da's face became deeper, and his eyes became colder.

Peng Lang took another step forward.

The straw rope suddenly shattered.

There are more than ten deep cracks about several miles long on the cliff.

There was a soft snap.

Two intersecting cracks appear on the surface of the snare drum.

The sky suddenly became hoarse with thunder.

"What a strong sword." Master Shen Da said in a hoarse voice.

Peng Lang stretched out a finger again and flicked it towards the blade.

boom!

As if being struck by lightning, the first master of Shen Da lost his immortal energy, and instantly retreated more than ten miles, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, and began to heal his wounds.

Peng Lang adjusted the posture of the horizontal sword again, and looked to the other side of the cliff.

There is Master Yun.

On the surface of Mars, there is no sound of thunder, nor the sound of swords and zithers. It is as dead as a season when no one disturbs it.

More than ten eyes fell on the ordinary swordsman, full of shock and puzzlement.

He came back from the solar system sword array with great wear and tear, and was ambushed by Chen Ya, so he must have been seriously injured.

Even his sword was bound by Patriarch Qingshan's blue light rope.

Under such circumstances, he still won consecutively against the two former immortals with extremely strong realms.

How strong is Peng Lang?

Who can stop him when he walks in the twilight? Could it be that he alone can change the entire battle situation? Will the gods really usher in their own twilight?

Master Yun wanted to fight Peng Lang very much, but for the sake of the overall situation, he also knew that he should retreat.

He floated up on the clouds, ready to join forces with the rest of his colleagues.

At this moment, a black-clothed Taoist blocked Peng Lang's way.

The black clothes are fluttering, with a chill of its own, just like the expression of that Taoist.

The patriarch of the Ungracious Door Opening School.

Sword Immortal Ensheng.

Peng Lang was slightly taken aback, bowed his head and saluted.

He still maintains the posture of the horizontal sword on the neck.

But not the bow.

Not playing the violin.

But like wearing a shackle.

Only sinners wear the shackles.

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(Position is power~)