Chapter 1729 (1/2)

The entire wind and thunder world is screaming wildly.

The fairy veins are shaking, and the purple-green fairy veins seem to devour everything. With countless Dao Principles, Rune, it falls on it, as if it was opened to some kind of taboo.

In the distance, Starry Sky was torn apart everywhere. Among the Culture World, many heroes also appeared here.

Although they are not as fast as Qin Xuan, they have also moved the secret technique and are here.

“The wind and thunder masters of the sect… are split!”

“Heaven, the wind and the thunder are all things, please ask the fairy, please Xianxia!”

“Qin Changqing, how can he not stop, how can he not stop it??”

“what!?”

The thought of the horror of horror, passing through many heroes and the minds of the supreme mind, looking at the wind and the fairy veins, is a sluggish.

They thought that even if Qin Xuan was really mad, and there was a great war with the wind and thunder, then the wind and thunder would ask the fairy.

But they never thought that when they arrived, this short period of time, the wind and thunder, the main star was divided into two, the wind and thunder, the sacred sacred, the sacred veins of the secret technique, communicate with Immortal World, please Xianxia.

How long has it been!

Before, what happened! ?

Even the Lord of the Immortal, at this moment, there are confusion, shock, and incomprehension.

Everyone looked at the star in the Starry Sky, standing with the sword, if there is no fear of Qin Xuan, the pupil is like a needle.

It’s almost over the time of the rest of the year. Suddenly, the wind and the sacred waves are shaking, and the Dao Principle is intertwined, as if to open the barriers of Xianfan, Heaven and Earth.

More thunderclouds emerged, and they collapsed on the Xianmai. Even the aftermath fell on the Five Power Transcending Tribulation Powerhouse.

Hōng!

A Transcending Tribulation environment, under this thunder, is annihilated into a fine powder.

The other four Transcending Tribulations are physically split and the eyes are gray.

Please send down the fairy, it is the fairy vein, but also pay a great price, Transcending Tribulation, the town of the ancestors, the fairy veins are known, just because… please be alive, Transcending Tribulation.

If there is no Transcending Tribulation in the reincarnation, it is difficult to break this immortal barrier, the road to the fairy.

Hōng!

Another thunder fell, and a crack appeared on the fairy vein, a Transcending Tribulation, directly annihilating the spot.

“Feng Lei Wanwu Zong, I am a Yuan, congratulations to the wind and thunder!”

Hōng!

He was annihilated in the Thunder, and the rest, only one unwilling, angry, and dying.

“I am a feather, welcome to the wind and thunder!”

Hōng!

This already is the fourth people, and the last one is left. On the fairy vein of the wind and the genre, there is finally a fairy.

From there, it seems as if you are ready to go straight to Immortal World.

The last Transcending Tribulation, squatting in front of this door, the squatting dagger, the body faintly trembled.

He screamed and knew that he would die.

“Welcome, Feng Leizuxian!”

Hōng!

The last Thunder crashed down.

From that door, I finally slowly walked out of a figure.

The wind and thunder are swaying, and if the feathers are not stained with dust.

“The wish of the wind and thunder, this fairy knows!”

From there, a person with a face like jade, who is proud of the world, slowly walks out.

He looked at the Thunder and landed the last person in thunderlight.

In his eyes, it seems to pass the wrath of the sky.

Xianmai, Fenglei Wanwuzong, one of Immortal World.

Immortal Realm First Grade, Half-Step Court!

This is a True Immortal, coming from Immortal World.

A touch of Xianwei, such as pressing this piece of the stars, millions of Stars tremble, such as fear of Xianwei.

Therefore, the rays of light are somewhat dim, such as the power of a large number of fairy veins.

“Wind and Thunder, and welcome the ancestors!”

Below, a great Ascension of the wind and thunder is a sacred, almost tearful.