This explosion, the energy aftermath, almost destroyed the rock wall. The flint was shaking, and the wicked surviving caves screamed again.

The Si Ling elder opened his eyes again, and there was no way he could pretend that he couldn't see, and the world would be destroyed.

"Left thirteenth, die!"

Seeing that his vision was destroyed, Lu Dingtian suddenly raised his hand and saw ten thousand volcanoes, turned into terrifying hands, and fell into the air.

Each large hand composed of flames has immortal patterns on it, magical powers, divided into small magical powers, great magical powers, magical powers, and fairy magic.

Ordinary supernatural powers all refer to little prodigy. As long as they are of the spirit-sovereign level, communicate with the world, and possess secret techniques, they can practice small supernatural powers.

Great supernatural powers must have great perseverance, great opportunity, and the power of law to act for the heavens.

Representing the Dao of Heaven, every great magical power has the same tribulation, and ordinary immortal martial artists can't bear it.

Shinto, that is the true power of the law, and only in the realm of the Spirit King and comprehending the profound meaning of the law can you successfully practice. Every divine way is a technique that destroys the heavens and the earth, and can even destroy a world.

Immortal art, that is the inheritance of immortals, in the long history of Xuanhuang Continent, the inheritance of immortals, the power of breaking the law, the art of defying the sky.

In each immortal gate, there is an implied immortal technique, these immortal techniques are actually incomplete, but in front of the lower realm immortal warriors, that is the immortal technique.

Lu Dingtian's great magical powers, the raging fire breaks the waves to form a big hand, in the same situation, a person with great magical powers will easily defeat his opponent.

The thirteenth from the left is just the spiritual master, even if he has the reunion scripture and merges into the spiritual fire, the thirteenth from the left cannot bear it.

But at this moment, the thirteenth left turned into 杌犼 in an instant, and a heavy fire was sprayed out of 杌犼's mouth. At this time, the thirteenth left was also fighting, and everything on his body was being excited.

Chaos Tian Jing, Sanya Profound Art, Xia Clan's Secret Art, etc. At this time, the thirteenth from the left was grasped by Flame Big Hand, and Tu Long flew out.

"dead!"

Lu Dingtian really wanted to kill Zuo Thirteen.

And at this time, in the flames, Zuo Thirteen's transformation was already huge, and the great supernatural power could not completely kill Zuo Thirteen.

"stop!"

Yan Liu finally appeared, and it was enough to teach the thirteenth from the left, but he couldn't kill it.

But when Yan Liu saw the thirteen on the left under the great supernatural power, he was completely stunned.

"How could he bear it?"

A Spiritual Venerable, facing great supernatural powers, can bear it, and can also fight back, what is the bottom line?

"This son, with amazing talent, just came to the ancient deserted palace?"

The elders of the Four Spirits also talked a lot. It seems that the Lord of the Five Halls chose the thirteenth from the left, not groundless, and the thirteenth from the left is indeed the first person with talent.

"Let Lu Dingtian take back his supernatural powers!"

These people also reacted, Yan Liu hurriedly lowered the branches to block the raging fire and breaking waves!

"Master, let me kill him!"

Lu Dingtian was still roaring, why did the thirteenth from the left not die, and the thirteenth from the left destroyed the Jiubaolian Platform, and how could he be a succession disciple.

"Compare, until you click!"

Yan Liu still shook his head, looking at the flames, the left thirteen who was bare again, Yan Liu really didn't know what to say.

"Come on, kind of kill me!"

The thirteenth from the left was already on a rampage. Just now, the thirteenth from the left wanted to make Jiuyoubing and killed Lu Dingtian.

"you!"

Lu Dingtian was enraged again, and wanted to rush out, but at this moment, at the peak, a mysterious voice came.

"Boy, you're not dead?"

The nameless ancestor finally appeared, and even the ancestor felt that the thirteenth left was dead in the cave, how could he survive.

"Of course I am not dead. With your approval, I am also a succession disciple!"

The thirteen on the left was not angry, and at the same time he looked at Yan Liu and the others, the flames on his body were extinguishing, and the thirteen on the left looked around like lightning.

The Hidden Qi technique was not stimulated. The Spirit Venerable Thirteen on the left, the power released surpassed the Spirit Sect, especially the war intent on his body, it was extremely magnificent.

Against the sky, the thirteenth from the left was originally a sky-defying zombie, and his fighting spirit was also against the sky.

Facing Ye Xi from Tianning Road, and entering the Ancient Desolate Palace, the thirteenth from left was always depressed. A small heaven in the Great Zhou Dynasty, high above, overlooking all sentient beings, many sects of Promise, all have to be afraid.

A disciple of Ye Xi was able to get Zuo Shisan out of the deadly battle of the Corpse Dao Sect. This kind of persecution and pressure made Zuo Shisan walk on the tip of the knife.

Entering the ancient deserted hall and entering the fairy gate, the thirteenth from the left can also feel that the ancient deserted hall ignores him.

What about the most talented person? The immortal gates were afraid of the Ye Family, and there was no way of entering and leaving the thirteenth left in Wuji.

"Proud, proud, proud!"

The unnamed ancestor where the pinnacle was, heard a voice again.

"Ancestor, you promised me, I am the inheritance disciple!" Lu Dingtian walked out, not convinced.

"Lu Dingtian, you are exceptionally talented, but you have great supernatural powers. You didn't use it like this!"

Above the void, a volcano appeared again, with only one volcano. However, this volcano turned into a finger, like a pillar of fire that reached the sky, and it descended to the ancient cave sky on the spot.

Just a moment, a cave under the pillar of fire disappeared instantly.

Evaporation, before the pillar of fire descended, the magical power of fire destroyed the cave, and there was no chance of screaming. And when the pillar of fire fell, the entire Yigudongtian was shaking, perhaps the ancient deserted palace outside was also shaking.

The thirteenth from the left is honest, the hot temper just now slowly disappears, and it doesn't work if he is not honest, and he can't bear such magical powers without melting bones.

This supernatural power is comparable to the Xuanyi Spirit Fire, and even surpasses the Xuanyi Spirit Fire. This is Heaven's Wrath.

"Ancestor, me?"

Lu Dingtian still wanted to argue that compared with the ancestor, Lu Dingtian's great magical powers were simply too weak.

"You are angry, is it important to inherit disciples?"

The nameless ancestor said quietly, and at the same time a strange divine consciousness descended into the world.

"Boy, come up!"

The words of the nameless ancestor made Yan Liu and others look at the thirteenth from the left. The ancestor seemed to approve the thirteenth from the left. This is not a good thing.

"Then what, I still have a rest!"

The thirteenth left does not want to go up. It is not important to inherit the disciple, it is important to live. Anyway, there is Xia Ling on the left thirteen, and there is no shortage of inheritance.

"Hehe, want to run?"

The pillar of fire in the sky had not dissipated, and turned into a big hand again, grabbing the thirteenth from the left.

"Who ran away?"

The thirteenth from the left was already afraid to move, and headed towards the top of the rock face. The thirteenth from the left regretted it a little, because he was able to practice fire art. Otherwise, he should keep a low profile and live a long life.

"boom!"

The thirteenth from the left was thrown directly on the ground, on the top of the rock wall, there was no iron house, only thatched hut. On the day of this firepower cave, an ordinary thatched hut once again stunned Zuo Thirteen.

At this time, in the courtyard of the thatched house, a tall old man, still holding a hammer in his hand, was hitting a metal ring.

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