Immortal royal family

Poof! A Hao head flew up, the body of the old man in blue fell directly, Lan Zhiping saw this, took three steps and made two steps, walked to the side of the old man in blue clothes, quickly took off the storage ring on the old man in blue clothes, swept his divine sense, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Getting up and looking around, Lan Zhiping did not find that there were cultivators around him, and the heart that he had just mentioned slowly relaxed, but he also knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, and he threw out a flame technique and set the body of the old man in blue on fire.

Looking at the old man in blue who gradually turned into flying ash, Lan Zhiping recognized the direction and turned and flew towards the mountain where Wang Daoyang was hiding.

It may be because of excessive mana consumption, Lan Zhiping flew unsteadily, and after about a cup of tea, he flew to the mountainside and landed, randomly looking for a secret cave, and was about to lay down a formation and begin to heal his injuries.

"Ugh!" A scream came out of Lan Zhiping's mouth, and his consciousness seemed to be blurred for a moment, and he had been fighting for life and death in the Blood Demon Sea for many years, making him instinctively want to send a mana-replenishing pill into his mouth.

However, Wang Daoyang did not give him a chance, the Divine Transformation Technique operated to the extreme, and a spirit pressure cover of the late stage of the Purple Mansion pressed down, and Lan Zhiping's sweaty hairs all over his body instantly stood up, the late stage of the Purple Mansion! This is the spiritual pressure of the late Zifu!! How can there be a late Zifu here?

Feeling the spiritual pressure of the late stage of the purple mansion surrounded by him, Lan Zhiping's hand that was originally ready to take out the elixir suddenly froze, and between the electric light and flint, the ferocity in his bones was also stimulated, since he couldn't live, he would fight to the death.

The stagnant hand, just about to touch the storage ring, another scream came out, under the dual attack of the spiritual pressure and the shocking thorn in the late stage of the Purple Mansion, Lan Zhiping's eyes had become a little muddy.

Wang Daoyang took out a superb spirit weapon-level long hammer from the Nahai Ring when he urged the first move of the shocking stab, and from top to bottom, he slashed towards Lan Zhiping with a heavenly collapse.

Rumble! Lan Zhiping was a cultivator of the Purple Mansion Period after all, and at the last moment, he raised the long sword in his hand, which was able to resist Wang Daoyang's move Heavenly Collapse, but the huge countershock force still made him open his mouth and spit out some of the internal organ fragments.

"And slow!! Taoist friends... Taoist friends! Wait! Wait! I am willing to surrender and offer my soul blood! Lan Zhiping escaped from death, and most of his thoughts of dying also went to most of it, and when he saw Wang Daoyang sweeping, he wanted to attack and kill, so he quickly opened his mouth and begged for mercy.

"Oh? Seriously? Wang Daoyang heard Lan Zhiping begging for mercy, and asked smoothly, but the long gun in his hand swept across, and the nine-style Wanjun was superimposed, and with a blow of the thick earth attribute true yuan, he still slashed towards Lan Zhiping's waist.

"Seriously! Absolutely true! Lan Zhiping seemed to grasp the life-saving straw for a moment, and while answering urgently, he hid to the left.

Seeing this, Wang Daoyang smiled indifferently: "Okay, this seat promised you, but you have to hand over the soul blood first..."

"Good, good, good, I'll just... Yes! Saying that, Lan Zhiping screamed again, and Wang Daoyang took the opportunity to stab another shock.

From beginning to end, he never thought of letting Lan Zhiping go, just now it was just a measure to delay the army, and with a snort, Lan Zhiping's left shoulder to right abdomen was broken by Wang Daoyang's hammer blade, almost splitting Lan Zhiping in half.

There was no time to scream, and the continuous fighting techniques had already put Lan Zhiping's body on the verge of collapse, and at this time of life and death, he could only do everything to save his life.

The two fought all the way from the mountainside to the bottom of the mountain, and the eighty-first style of "Nine Heavy Breaking Formations", Wang Daoyang came with his hands in hand.

Or stab, or prick, or prodd, or dial, or block, or take, or hang, or pick, or press, or split, or collapse, carrying the Yin and Yang Taiji True Yuan, beckoning towards Lan Zhiping's vital attack.

Taking advantage of Lan Zhiping's flaws, the shocking and divine art greeted from time to time, and the Lan Zhiping who fought was defeated and retreated, seeing that Lan Zhiping was about to retreat in front of a boulder, Wang Daoyang nine styles were combined, and a move was trapped.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Nine void-breaking sounds sounded, and Lan Zhiping, who had no way to retreat, could only resist it with all his strength, but at this time, he had lost too much blood, plus there was no one mana in his body, and between breaths, eight transparent blood holes appeared on his body.

"Ah! You damn it! Ants in the foundation building period! I'm going to kill you in the future!! From the mountainside to the bottom of the mountain, Lan Zhiping also confirmed Wang Daoyang's realm, and he was actually just an ant at the peak of the foundation building period, and actually injured him to such an extent.

Desperately squeezing the only mana in his body, Lan Zhiping instantly rose into the sky, wanting to use the flight speed of the Purple Mansion Period to shake off Wang Daoyang, because the cultivators below the Purple Mansion Period could only fly with the sword at most, far less than the flight speed of the cultivators of the Purple Mansion Period themselves.

Seeing this, Wang Daoyang wiped the Nahai Ring, drove a superb spirit weapon level long sword, and chased towards Lan Zhiping, thanks to the supplement of the ultimate spiritual energy in the God of Soldier Heart Protection Mirror, Wang Daoyang ran the imperial sword art with all his strength, and gradually narrowed the distance between him and Lan Zhiping.

Seeing this, Lan Zhiping was anxious, to put it in normal times, he only needed an acceleration to shake off Wang Daoyang, but now that the thief in the body went to the empty building, there was no extra mana for him to consume.

"Yin and Yang Prisoner Immortal Finger, One Finger Prisoner!" There was a loud shout from Wang Daoyang behind him, and Lan Zhiping felt the power of suppression above his head, looked up, and saw an illusory giant pointed at him with a length of ten zhang and a thickness of three zhang.

Rumble! A finger like the sky falling and like a landslide, instantly suppressed Lan Zhiping from the air to the ground, and smashed a huge pit with a three-zhang square circle on the ground.

Lying at the bottom of the pit, Lan Zhiping's eyes were resentful, staring at Wang Daoyang's figure, under the inner vision, the purple mansion dried up, the meridians were ruptured, the internal organs were damaged, and the true spirit was tingling, he didn't understand why it was just a small foundation building cultivator who had such a means.

In mid-air, Wang Daoyang did not let his guard down because Lan Zhiping was suppressed at the bottom of the pit, and the first time he fought with the cultivators of the Zifu period, he could not tolerate the slightest sloppiness.

The long hammer in his hand was held back, the whole body of true yuan surging, the nine-style streamers were united, and he leaned back deeply, and Wang Daoyang's entire body bent into a bow shape in the air.

"Streamer! Break! With a loud gulp in his mouth, his body instantly recovered his straightness, and the spirit weapon was like a long arrow shot out with all its strength, with a piercing streamer, towards Lan Zhiping.

"Nope! Give me... Yes! Lan Zhiping saw that there was no hope of escape, so he was ready to blow up the Purple Mansion, and when Wang Daoyang saw this, he was shocked again, instantly disrupting Lan Zhiping's breath.

When Lan Zhiping came to his senses, he was greeted by a long hammer that came quickly, and at this moment, Lan Zhiping's mind flashed the old man in Qingyi, flashed the secret method of the blood spirit root... It ended up in endless darkness.

Looking at Lan Zhiping, who was pierced by the long hammer hole, Wang Daoyang instantly breathed a sigh of relief, the purple mansion period is worthy of the purple mansion period, even if he is injured, he can fight with his own foundation building peak to this extent, it seems that in the future, he should be more cautious in the face of high-level cultivators.