Between the heavens and the earth buried in the wind and sand, the graves are endless, just like the end of the heavens and the earth.

Before this endless graveyard, an old man in a black robe sat alone, and his body has a rumbling sound that is constantly roaring. It is the same sacred ancestor who is the same as the dragon ancestors!

After hearing the shouts of the dragons and ancestors, the sacred ancestors who sat in front of the graveyard slowly opened their eyes, and when they glanced through the body of the dragon, they had cold flashes.

But when his gaze moved back and fell on the Luo Yang who was chasing him, his eyes suddenly shrunk, and his face passed a dignified color.

"Daozu save me!! He is the boy named Luo, his hand has the secret of the fairy palace!!"

After seeing the figure of the ancestors of the sacred ancestors, the dragon spirit of the dragon ancestor showed a surprise color, and quickly shouted and accelerated to escape in the direction of the sacred ancestors.

At this same time, Luo Yang’s gaze swept over the sacred ancestors, and after a brow wrinkled, the faint opening said: “It’s here!”

Luo Yang’s voice fell, and a punch was already swiftly swept away. It was like the power that could crush the heavens and the earth broke out instantly, and the Yuan Ling’s spirit was shrouded in it, making his face instantly fearful and desperate.

"presumptuous!"

In the mouth of the ancestors, the singer’s mouth snorted, and the mid-temporal repairs in the middle of the road were violently running. The horror of the horror seemed to evoke the resonance of the heavens and the earth. Under the circumstance, it turned into an invisible big hand and blocked Luoyang’s fist. Between heaven and earth.

This is the first time that Luo Yan’s Yuan Linghua has condensed a pulse, and for the first time, he has blocked his own blow!

Under the boxing style, the dragon ancestor, who had already despaired, was very surprised. When Yuan Ling flew away in the direction of the sacred ancestors, he turned his head and looked at Luo Yang, not concealing his strong hatred of Luo Yang. meaning.

In his view, as long as there is a sacred ancestor, he does not have to fear Luoyang. Even when he won a new flesh in the future, it is not impossible to kill Royan when he is repaired again. If the hatred of such a bone is not reported, he will be willing to be willing.

This is clear in his heart, and Luo Yang’s heart is also clear, so from the beginning, he did not intend to let this dragon ancestor live to escape!

"Years!"

A low-sounding voice rang from Luo Yang’s mouth, and the face of Yuan Long’s ancestors suddenly showed a sense of fear. His whole person seemed to be uncontrollable and no longer fled in the direction of the ancestors. It is gradually receding, and in a blink of an eye, it is back to the original place, just like time back!

"No wonder he will be defeated in your hands. It seems that there are some means. Just want to kill people in front of the old man. I am afraid I can't do it..."

There was a strange color on the face of the ancestors, and even if he shook his head, he said coldly.

Only when his voice has not yet fallen, Luo Yang’s punch is suddenly thrown out. Under this punch, it seems that it penetrates time and space, even if it is the invisible hand that only has the law of the road, it is impossible. Blocking, like a Thunder and Thunder, squatting on the Yuanling of the dragon ancestors!

boom! ! !

The roar of terror suddenly sounded, and the terrible aftermath was even more exciting. With a scream of heartbreaking, the whole world was silent, even if there was a more horrific explosion. All over the place, even the invisible big hand, suddenly collapsed!

When the aftermath of a stock horror swept across the heavens and the earth, the sacred ancestors who sat in front of many graves were also gloomy, staring at Luoyang with their eyes, slowly rising from the ground.

"Be able to kill people under my eyes, you... worthy of me!"

When the sound of the ancestral ancestors was cold, the mouth of the body was constantly increasing, just like the pressure of a celestial avenue broke out, and the world was suddenly stagnation!

Feeling the pressure of the body of the sacred ancestors, Luo Yang's brow is also slightly wrinkled. Although his cultivation at this moment is not afraid of the beginning of the natural world, if it is really true to the monks in the middle of the heavens, it is definitely not good.

As for the level of Daotianjing, every time you break through, the improvement of cultivation is turned upside down. The gap between the beginning and the middle of the road is just a gap, and it cannot be crossed.

Even the cold-stained road that was originally built at the beginning of the Dao ancestors relied on the power of faith accumulated in the cold generations of the mountain, and was barely able to fight the middle of the Tao.

Not to mention that Luo Yang's deity is nothing but the spiritual cultivation of the heavens. If it is not because of the blood **** deity, I am afraid that it is a monk in the early days of the heavens. It is already a life of nine deaths.

Even so, Luo Yang’s heart did not have much fear. Instead, he faintly said: "He should have died, and it’s no big deal to die..."

Luo Yang’s voice fell, and the eyes of the ancestors suddenly passed a cold light. After a sneer, they were about to open their mouths. They suddenly noticed something and looked up at the sky.

I saw the sky above, the sky that was originally obscured by the sand tide, and it was raining down, just like the ordinary rain. These raindrops are all blood red, just like a drop of blood and tears, falling from the sky, falling Entering the sand tide, all the monks are shocked.

"This is... God Cry?!"

The so-called Heavenly Weeping is the crying of the gods. It is the vision of heaven and earth that only the Taoist monks fall.

When Luoyang killed the tiger ancestors, there was a vision of the sky, but the tiger ancestor was not a true ancestor, but a sorrowful soul, so the vision of the sky is not grand. .

However, this dragon is different from the ancestors. He is a real ancestor of the Taoist priests. At this moment, it is just a fall, but there is a **** rain, and the entire vast expanse of the West, there is a crying looming looming, as if Heaven and earth are crying for it.

"Day weeping is the vision that will appear when the Taoist-level monks fall, is there a ancestral monk who has fallen?"

"How is it possible, that is the Taoist-level monk, unless it is the Shouyuan exhausted, how could it fall?"

"It is not necessarily. After all, this forbidden land is extremely dangerous, and there may be a ancestral monk who cannot compete against it!"

The exclamations of the roads sounded one after another. When many monks in the sand tide talked about it, some people immediately remembered the scene of the previous **** wash.

"The people who were chased by Luo Yang just now seem to be the ancestors of the dragons who are fascinated by the spirit..."

As soon as this statement came out, there was a dead silence between the whole world. Although many monks did not want to believe it, they did not know why, and their hearts were faintly guessing this answer. For a time, everyone’s face is full of shock...