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Chapter 479 The showdown of the true spirit blood

The flowing day and night, people are full of passion, gathering around the plain, talking about it. The fastest update is updated

"Ledao is so scary. That baby-faced Yu Rong'er has no power of the law all over her body. She didn't expect that she could hold on until now."

"Hehe, that slutty little fat man, Feng Ling Body, actually lost! How optimistic I am to him."

"Haha, haven't you seen it? The fight in the Nascent Soul Group is so exciting. Now, four disciples of Tianquan Sect have finally been defeated."

At this time, fifteen days have passed, and the Jindan group has been able to stick to it until now, with only five people left.

Xiao Xiao was mysterious. Although someone had challenged him, he didn't even know how he took action and was defeated directly.

Xiong Wu has the ancient bloodline and the Cangming Xiong bloodline. Now he has completely activated the power of the bloodline; he is invincible in both practice of Dharma and body.

Feng Weiyu, a woman who is as dreamy as a poem, seems to have no combat power at all, but she is practicing tyrannical fire-attributed martial arts; the most terrifying thing is that she is also a master of formations, with a mysterious formation flag, both offense and defense, and unpredictable.

Gui Wuya, with a beard on his face, carrying a broken ancient knife. The knife was mottled and rusted. It was a pure customer.

Yu Rong'er is in love with the holy weapon of Taoism, and her attacks are invisible and shadowy, which is extremely strange. The powerful enemy is destroyed while chatting and laughing.

Fifteen days have passed, and few people in the Jindan group have gone up to challenge them; everyone who goes up is a peerless genius, extremely terrifying, and their combat power is comparable to that of the Nascent Soul.

*******

On this day, a figure that seemed to emit a halo around him fell in front of Dongfang Bai on a competitive platform in the Nascent Soul Group.

Dongfang Bai, a secret disciple of Langya Cave Heaven, has space talent, mysterious and extremely powerful combat power. I didn't expect someone to challenge him today.

Langya Cave Heaven is a Sumeru world, with a hidden family in it. Ten percent of their cultivators possess space magical powers and are said to have a trace of bloodline from the ancient phoenix. However, he seemed to have defeated a disciple of the Tianquan Sect without taking all his strength and stayed for so long.

"Hahaha, the Zuoqiu family of this hidden family, the young head of the contemporary family! Come and learn your master's skills." The spiritual energy dissipated, and a middle-aged man with a leopard head and eyes, a white face without any beard. He appeared on the competitive platform.

I saw him wearing a tiger-patterned Taoist robe, his aura was extremely strange, and there was a faint trace of demonic aura.

"Zuoqiu family! Are you the hidden family with the blood of the real spirit White Tiger? Hahaha, I have long been honored by Daoist Zuoqiu. Today, I can fight with fellow Taoist Zuoqiu, so I should be a big white." Dongfang Bai frowned and said with a smile.

Dongfang Bai, as his name suggests, has fair skin, like a woman, and is about seven feet tall, not very tall, looks very thin, and it is not obvious that he is a terrifying disciple of the perfect Nascent Soul.

As soon as they saw the two of them meet, a strange look flashed in the eyes of some ancient Nascent Souls; the Dongfang family and the Zuoqiu family have always had conflicts. It seems that Zuoqiu Xiangsong came to Dongfang Bai on purpose this time.

*******

Time passed minute by minute, and the two sat quietly on the ground.

“Hohuh!”

The spiritual energy around Zuoqiu Xiangsong was quietly surging, and a terrifying spiritual pressure gradually spread between the heaven and earth.

"Haha, Dongfang Bai, since you and I are afraid, I will break the deadlock." As soon as Zuo Qiu Xiangsong's words fell, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was stirred up, and a terrifying aura surged into the sky.

"Woo, roar..."

With a loud roar, the spiritual energy was surging, almost trying to penetrate the world.

An unexpected scene happened! Zuo Qiu Xiangsong's body was filled with spiritual energy, and a breath that was very similar to the demonic energy permeated between the heaven and the earth.

Zuo Qiu Xiangsong's Taoist robe torn apart, and his body moved, turning into a colorful tiger of hundreds of feet in size. There was a huge character for the king between his forehead, with thick limbs and metallic claws, shining with cold light, as if he could easily cut through the sky.

"Hiss, Zuoqiu Xiangsong is so terrifying, how rich the bloodline of this white tiger should be, and it can easily turn into the form of a true spirit."

"This scene may be lingering. The true spirit bloodline, these ancient hidden families have a deep foundation."

"Tsk tsk, this is the inheritor of the True Spirit Bloodline, it's really terrifying."

Feeling the sudden change between Zuo Qiu Xiangsong, every monk watching was extremely excited and excited, as if he was injected with chicken blood.

Even Wang An and Xiao Ruoli excitedly stretched their necks and looked at them; for a moment, no one paid attention to the Jindan group.

*******

"Roar, Dongfang Bai, today I will let you see who is the hidden family!" Zuo Qiu Xiangsong roared angrily, his voice deafeningly, as if muffled thunder echoed in the air.

As he roared, the tiger patterns around him squirmed; a faint blood color flowed, and his eyes suddenly became full of blood at this moment.

In the ancient times, the White Tiger was the god of war, the god of killing and fighting, and was the best at fighting and fighting, which was extremely terrifying.

'Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger; with the roar of Zuoqiu Xiangsong, the wind blows between heaven and earth, and an ancient aura permeates a hundred miles in the radius, the void shakes, breaks and heals, and fragments intertwines.

"Bang! Rumble!"

Zuo Qiu Xiangsong raised his front paws and slapped Dongfangbai with one claw.

Countless spiritual energy of heaven and earth was moved, and the power of laws spread. The terrifying spiritual pressure hit the void, and the space was squeezed to create terrifying ripples, and the power of space was raging.

"Haha, so proud!"

The white and white clothes in the east were fluttering, with a calm face. The thin body was in the raging storm, as if a lonely boat was wandering in the storm, swaying.

As he raised his arm, the space in front of him surged, a space crack appeared, and a violent space force appeared.

"Boom!"

The space shaking, the sky and the earth shaking; Zuoqiu Xiangsong's terrifying blow fell directly into the crack of fear, absorbed by the unfathomable abyss of space, and the tyrannical aura quietly disappeared.

"Chir..." A crisp chirping sounded from Dongfang Bai's mouth.

The sound was crisp and loud. All the birds and spirit beasts brought by the monks yelled and bowed to Dongfang Baiyaoyao.

Immediately afterwards, Dongfang Bai flew out from the other end of the space, with strange advantages behind him one pair of wings of one meter in size. The pair of wings flashed with colorful halos, and the five colors were bright and dazzling.

The phoenix is ​​five, the five colors are red, the phoenix is ​​yellow, the chick is green, the phoenix is ​​purple, the white is swan; the richness of the bloodline on Dongfangbai's body can be seen.

"Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix, the blood of the phoenix!" Wang An looked at the embarrassing appearance of the green phoenix bird beside him, and then stared at Dongfang Bai, with his eyes flashing.
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