Chapter 426 The rules of Tianyun Xuanbing

In the Dragon and Tiger Furnace, the ladder spirals upward to the top of the furnace.

On the thousand steps, Li Yuan stood with a hammer. From here, you can overlook the bottom, and you can see that the energy and blood are like smoke, the force is surging, and the roaring sound is like rolling thunder.

On the huge steps that looked like a square, Mo Long strode forward, raising his hands and feet, his true energy surged like a tide, and no one could resist him wherever he passed.

"Dragon God's True Qi, Demon-Slaying Sword Technique."

Li Yuan watched the battle attentively, and compared with the ray of sword intent when he drew the sword before, he could tell the difference.

Compared with that sword intention, although this Molong is powerful, it lacks a smooth and natural feeling. However, from a visual point of view, the latter is much stronger.

Without him, this Molong has a physical body.

Different from Long Xixiang's true qi transformation back then, his qi and blood are masculine and powerful. You can feel the condensed qi and blood even across a thousand steps.

Apart from the slight differences in swordsmanship and skills, his physique, Qi, and blood have all reached an extremely terrifying state, especially his physique.

"More powerful than the indestructible Vajra Body of Zen Master Daming!"

Squeezing the handle of the hammer tightly, Li Yuan concentrated his attention and stared closely at the leering figure, not wasting the opportunity given to him by Dao Master Long.

boom!

The moment Pei Xingkong entered the Dragon and Tiger Tower, he heard a roar, and the strong vitality and blood rushed towards his face, as if it was going to set him on fire.

"Qi and blood are pure Yang!"

Pei Xingkong looked solemn.

Blood transfusion is the replacement of old blood with new blood. The purity of the blood reflects the physique of the warrior to a certain extent. Pure Yang-level Qi and blood is the pinnacle recorded in ancient books.

Only an extremely spiritual body can have such condensed energy and blood.

The incomparably condensed Qi and blood turned into mist at this moment, shrouding a huge spiral upward ladder with an unknown number of steps.

Under the intertwining of Qi and blood, the ink dragon climbed up the stairs like an ancient god of war, and the figures on the steps were torn apart by it as if it was gouged through.

"Brother Pei."

Only then did Pei Xingkong see Long Xinglie. The latter's hair was wild and his blood was boiling. He seemed to have experienced a hard battle.

Not far away, Pei Jiu, Shi Qingyi, Yan Jiugong and others were also there, and many of them were in embarrassing shapes.

"Failed?"

"Failed."

The speaker was Shi Qingyi. This beautiful girl of heaven was a little earlier than Pei Xingkong. At this moment, the spear in her hand was bent out of shape and her hair was messy.

"The number one in the world is worthy of being the number one in the world. Even if it is just his spiritual appearance, it is not something we can match..."

Yan Jiugong was in the most miserable state, his clothes were ragged, there were traces of blood between his mouth and nose, and he looked a little depressed.

"Brother Pei, it's your turn."

Others looked at it one after another.

"good."

Pei Xingkong did not refuse. In a fight with such a person, victory or defeat was completely unnecessary to consider. Wan Zhuliu had been in power for decades without any resistance.

The only defeat was when he encountered the previous generation of Star Reaching Master before he achieved his magic skills.

Be it him or others, this time he entered the pagoda just to prove his martial arts skills.

"Zheng!"

Accompanied by the sound of a sword, Pei Xingkong jumped up and chased Mo Long like a flash of sword light.

The rest of the people followed quickly.

Wherever he passed, a large area of ​​light and shadow flickered, showing the tower guards who were beaten to pieces one by one.

Pei Xingkong's speed was extremely fast. He had mastered the peerless light skill, One Thread in the Sky. Soon, he had seen the figure of the ink dragon. His fingers were like knives, and he chopped up the tower guard blocking the way.

Phew~

Mo Long stopped and glanced back at Pei Xingkong and others who were climbing up the stairs, feeling extremely impatient.

How could he have the leisure to compete with these juniors?

"Long Yingchan!"

His feet moved slightly, and the energy and blood, which was already extremely strong, rose again, like a fire dragon dancing in the air.

Even the Grand Master cannot resist the suppression of Tianyun Xuanbing, but if he dares to come, how can he not have support?

So what if we isolate ourselves from inside and outside?

He still has this vitality and blood and an unparalleled physique!

"If you want to stop me, do it yourself!"

boom!

With a long roar, Mo Long's aura surged. Although he was still at the blood exchange level, the tower guard who could have fought dozens of moves with him was actually penetrated by him with one breath.

The climbing speed increased several times, ten times, and Pei Xingkong's expression changed, and he was actually pulled away.

Level ten, level one hundred, level three hundred...

In an instant, he had reached the 500th level!

"not good!"

The expressions of all the Taoist elders watching the battle on the fourteenth floor changed.

Molong's sudden explosion was still at the blood-changing level, but it was faintly above it. There were many familiar faces among the tower guards on the ladder, but they couldn't stop it at all.

"Wan Zhuliu's Qi and blood."

Long Yingchan raised his hand and connected the dots in the void, and the shadow of the health-preserving furnace flickered several times. Every time it flickered, Molong's figure stagnated in the picture.

But at the same time, the energy and blood he released surged by another three points.

I repeated this several times, but still couldn't stop it.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of Nie Xianshan and Long Xixiang also changed.

"I can't stop it!"

Nie Xianshan stood up suddenly, his expression ugly.

On the ladder that day, his figure was also blown to pieces by Mo Long. Compared to the other tower defenders, he was only a little stronger.

"The three elements of essence, energy and spirit are integrated into one. Even the dragon and tiger health furnace cannot completely suppress it. Those tower defenders are inferior without flesh and blood. It is difficult to stop him..."

Zen Master Dading looked solemn, and his eyesight was very good, so he could naturally see that this was not just due to Qi and blood.

The Grand Master's three elements are integrated into one, Qi is blood, blood is God, and God is Qi, but Molong is different. He is the incarnation of Wan Zhuliu refined with Qi, blood, and spirit.

Being able to stimulate qi and blood means that you can use your spiritual aspect!

"This Molong is transformed by Wan Zhuliu's flesh and blood and spirit. This body of energy, blood and spirit are his true body, and even the health-preserving furnace cannot completely suppress it.

These are the laws and regulations of the health furnace itself, and I can’t go beyond it..."

Long Ying Zen connected the sky, and the shadow of the health-preserving furnace made a "humming" trembling sound.

He was not too surprised by this. After all, if Mo Long dared to enter the Dragon Tiger Tower, he must have some reliance on him.

"Can't hold it down?"

Long Xixiang's expression changed: "Open the tower quickly and let Li Yuan out. I'll kill this old loach!"

Mo Long's outburst made everyone a little frightened. Zen Master Dading narrowed his eyes slightly and took Long Yingchan's words to heart.

He naturally knows the rules and regulations of Tianyun Xuanbing, and therefore, the Shenlong Xumi Stick has never been able to completely master it, but now it seems that Longhu Temple cannot fully master the health furnace?

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

Long Yingchan was not in a hurry.

Tianyun Xuanbing cannot control the rules of master recognition, but that's all. He dares to let Molong enter the tower, so he naturally has the confidence to rely on.

His calm and calm look made everyone quiet down. Only Long Xixiang frowned. He had not agreed to let Li Yuan put himself in danger long ago.

According to him, Li Yuan should be allowed to meditate in the mountains. If he puts himself in danger, the old guy should be the one to do it.

Long Yingchan glanced at him and pointed at Li Yuan:

"Then the kid doesn't panic himself, why should we panic?"

"Um?"

Long Xixiang was slightly startled, and everyone looked at him.

In the picture, the ink dragon roars, its energy and blood intertwined, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, sweeping across hundreds of steps, and at the thousandth step, Li Yuan slowly lifts the hammer,

Go downward.

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To be continued...