Chapter 602 Erlang Zhenjun's Gun Technique

"Junior brother!!"

The moment one of the old men was pierced through the heart by golden light, the other two old men immediately gave up the act of blocking Yousheng and took action against Zhang Jiuyang.

Even the dead old man had his soul left his body and turned his lifelong cultivation into an angry blow.

The soul fell like a meteor, burning circles of purple flames, smashing towards Zhang Jiuyang like a big sun.

The speed of response and the determination of mind and nature are rare in the world.

The other two old men's methods were equally amazing. One of them recited the spell and transformed his body, and his body soared into the sky and turned into the size of a mountain.

The white hair collapsed the green wood, and the long wind blew with one slapped his hands.

The last man did not step forward, but with a long roar, the power of earth shaking came from the surroundings. His fingers provoked in the void, and the earth veins and rivers moved in the direction they pointed, as if they were soldiers obeying their orders.

In a moment, a peerless killing formation enveloped Zhang Jiuyang.

"Be kind, be careful, they are the three friends of the cold of Shouyang Mountain!"

In this level of fighting, Yousheng only has the power to protect himself and has no chance to intervene. He can only send a message to Zhang Jiuyang and the other three people to tell the details.

There are countless strange people in the world, especially among famous mountains and rivers. There are often laity masters practicing in the mountains, hiding and escaping from the world, and seeking the great way to become an immortal.

The three friends in Shouyang Mountain are the legendary laity.

It is said that these three people were born in the 16th year of Linde, more than 300 years ago, and they were the best figures in the world back then.

The three of them met each other and decided to live in seclusion in Shouyang Mountain and practice the great way again, and they no longer care about the world.

Legend has it that they practiced hard in Shouyang Mountain, drinking morning dew thirsty, eating flowers hungry, swallowing and spitting out the clear energy of heaven and earth, and exhaling the essence of the sun and the moon, without eating a grain of grain, gradually reaching the profound state of "the one who eats qi is a god and lives long."

In the strange books such as "Shuo Wei Ji" and "Hundred Apostles", there are often stories where tourists are lost in Shouyang Mountain and receive guidance from three people.

Most of the people who have been guided by them can achieve success and become famous for a while.

Therefore, there are often monks who go deep into Shouyang Mountain to make pilgrimage, but they always seek but cannot get it. As time goes by, the vicissitudes of a hundred years have gradually become a legend.

During the reign of the late emperor, people were sent to Shouyang Mountain to find them, but in the end they found nothing. They only found a few pairs of dead bones from the mountain, vaguely wearing clothes from three hundred years ago.

People in the world think that these three people have already transformed, and they all sigh, but they don’t expect that these three people are still alive and come out of the mountain to do things for the Heavenly Lord.

A trace of solemnity appeared in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

The three hidden masters in ancient books took action, and the power of the Heavenly Lord was even more terrifying than he thought. Perhaps the Yellow Spring was just the tip of the iceberg.

No wonder Yousheng could not resist at all, and his magical tools were taken away, and he could not even send a message to ask for help.

"The three are all senior masters, but they are willing to fall into depravity and become lackeys under the Heavenly Lord. That's the case..."

A series of dazzling golden lights bloomed from Zhang Jiuyang's body, covering his whole body like gold foil, reflecting him like a golden arhat worshipped in a temple.

"Then I'm not polite."

Worried about his wife and children, Zhang Jiuyang planned to fight quickly.

The fall of purple sun was like Gonggong's anger hitting Buzhou Mountain, and it contained the rage of soaring into the sky. It first hit Zhang Jiuyang's body, causing the yin and yang to roar in an instant. The surging purple flames spread, as if they were about to burn everything. .

It looks like a doomsday scene.

This is the Taoist Ziyang among the three friends of the cold. His body was destroyed and his soul was left in the world. Even if he could survive with secret techniques, he would have no chance of being with the Tao.

Therefore, he was furious and fought with his life.

But in the sea of ​​purple fireworks, the golden figure stood in the void without any shock.

Even with a sucking from his mouth, the wind around him swept away the remaining clouds, sucking the purple flames all over the sky into his throat, like a long whale sucking water.

"Hmph, want to swallow my purple yang fire? I'm delusional!!"

The Taoist Ziyang was not angry but happy, and pinched the fire seal with his hands to make the flame explode.

This young man's golden body is indeed amazing. He can't even burn his purple yang true fire, but this man is too arrogant and dares to swallow the flames into his stomach?

It can't burn outside, can't burn inside?

A smile of revenge appeared on the corner of Zi Yang's mouth, waiting for Zhang Jiuyang's body to explode.

However, the facts far exceeded his expectations.

I saw Zhang Jiuyang covering his stomach, and it seemed that he was a little uncomfortable, and then he burped gently and wisps of black smoke came out.

It's gone.

At this time, the old man who had become as big as a mountain slapped his palms, although his hands were very old, with only skin and bones, and were covered with wrinkles.

But the giant hand like a hill still has amazing power. The long wind blows through countless giant trees, causing waves to stir up waves.

Bang! !

With a loud bang, these giant hands slapped Zhang Jiuyang, like slapping a fly.

But the next moment, the old man screamed suddenly, his palms became bloody and slapped on a hard nail.

"It's enough strength, but unfortunately the hardness is not enough."

Zhang Jiuyang patted his clothes, then opened his mouth and spit it out. The purple flames that kept making noise in his stomach flew out like a dragon and burned on the old man.

In an instant, the old man's huge flesh and blood turned into the nutrients of the sea of ​​fire, and the burnt smell floated.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"Ah! My body!!"

"Junior brother, I'll almost collect your flame!!!"

Zi Yang Zhenren quickly pinched the spell and wanted to take back the flames, but was shocked to find that after walking in the young man's stomach, he didn't listen to him.

He had no response to his orders at all.

The formation moved, and murderous intent was everywhere, and the shadows of his disciples, such as land, mountain gods, heavenly soldiers, and gods, were slaying towards Zhang Jiuyang.

However, this time, Zhang Jiuyang took the initiative to kill him, his eyes flowed with golden light, and the golden ring in his pupils slowly rotated.

In an instant, he saw through the reality of the formation and found the flaws.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A series of golden lights shot out, turning the magic figures of the divine generals' heavenly soldiers into bubbles and dissipated. He took off a golden hair, blew it gently, and turned it into a golden three-pointed two-edged spear.

The spear danced and used Erlang Zhenjun's gun technique.

His aura changed drastically in an instant, as if he turned into a sensational general who was terrifying the heavenly court. His shooting skills were very powerful, but he was elegant and handsome, and extraordinary.

The three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand seemed to turn into a dragon that was turning over the river and sea, and it rushed into a million troops like a roaring wind in the jade tree. The dazzling gun light spread across the world, passing through mountains and rivers, and every move seemed to be wrapped in the power of heaven and earth.

Sea-style!

The spear seemed to stir up a vast ocean, and the power of water flowed surging, turning the surroundings into a whirlpool under the sea.

Thunder-shaking!

Thunders spread from the gun, dazzling and shocking hundreds of miles.

Opening ceremony!

The gun light seemed to be creating the world, with a sharp edge of force, and even the void was cut through black cracks.

...

Before Erlang Zhenjun's gunshot technique could be used for a round trip, Zhang Jiuyang discovered that the formation was already full of holes and fragmented.

No one stood in front of him, and even the old man who was operating the formation had his head cut off.

At this moment, the old Taoist who turned into a giant had no sound and fell completely into the sea of ​​fire.

On the contrary, Zi Yang Zhenren, who was first destroyed in his body, lived to the end.

Zhang Jiuyang held a three-pointed two-edged gun and slowly looked back. His eyes flashed brightly at the center of his eyebrows, and his rotating golden pupils were quietly staring at him.

"I'm the one who takes action..."

"Or do it yourself?"

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