Chapter 662 (1/2)

Beiming successfully ascended the three levels of wusheng and reached the later stage of harmony.

Refining a large number of dragon Qi to wash and practice the body, absorbing some of the power of the moon, and cultivating the unique martial arts Kunpeng method, all of which make the strength of Beiming's separate body improve.

Finally today, after such a big chance as Dihai Feijing, we have successfully taken the last step.

With a lot of accumulation, it's a very difficult level for many people, but Beiming has a sense of relaxation.

Everything comes naturally.

Although the old man is also the strong one of the three realms of wusheng, he also practices such unique skills as zeuguantian script, and his strength is out of the ordinary.

However, in the face of Yan Zhaoge's dark green bamboo stick, his holy weapon, Huihong sword, is difficult to play a role.

Yan Zhaoge directly unloads the arrogant cold martial clothes and puts them on separately for Beiming.

Beiming, who was originally fierce, was even more powerful. The result of the war was doomed.

In the Dragon Palace, the Dragon Qi was turned into a chain to completely seal the old man's retreat.

I can't fight, I can't run, I can't run.

Yan Zhaoge tries to capture the old man alive. Since the other party is carrying the burden of transporting the treasures such as Chengtian ritual incense and Dihai lung crystal, most of them know about the situation of Chengtian imitative array.

Although they are all the three aspects of wusheng and the realm of the later stage of syncretism, this man obviously knows more than that dandy Kang Jinyuan.

But this old man is very strong, not like that Kang Jinyuan general fear of death.

In the end, Yan Zhaoge had no hope of escaping. He had more plans to catch him alive. He bit his teeth and hit the spear of Beiming.

Beiming's separate strength technique is arbitrary and decisive.

However, the old man put on the posture of cooperating with the enemy, totally disregarding himself and taking the opportunity to attack.

Yan Zhaoge shakes his head slightly, and Beiming hands out one shot, stabbing the opponent in the chest.

The color of life in this old man's eyes quickly passed away, the whole person returned to decay.

Before he died, his eyes were full of reluctance, but not for his own defeat: ”little thief, you will not give up with you if you are bad for me and other major events!”

Yan Zhao song looked at him, suddenly a smile: ”old ghost, you are the completion of my event, thank you.”

Beiming separated and seized the old man's Huihong sword.

Yan Zhao's song Ben Zun stretched out his hand and printed it on the old man's Dantian. The chaotic air flow intruded into it.

To save the opponent who will die, he murmured hard: ”do you want to spy on our unique school? It's useless. How could it be so easy for you to detect it? You... ”

His eyes suddenly widened: ”here...”

Yan Zhaoge's face is indifferent, and the chaotic real yuan in the palm invades the old man's body, gradually forming an endless image.

In the other side's body, the real yuan that has not been dispersed seems to be transformed into a long river of time, running on and on.

But at this moment, time seems to be in reverse, everything is back to the original starting point, when heaven and earth are not divided, and when the grand and the Mongolian are not opened.

In Yan Zhaoge's mind, gradually there is a light pattern, which is disorderly arranged and not organized.

But all of them are not magical.

Once again, I seem to stand on the long river of time and come out to overlook the vicissitudes of the world.

”It's incomplete, but it's also very beneficial.” Yan Zhaoge's mouth was slightly raised, and she was in a very happy mood.