Tang Yu Yu Jian took a step forward and blocked the sight of Song Jiang Wang. Song Jiang Wang Yi, said: "Why, you dare not call me?"

Tang Yan sneered aloud: "Song Jiang Wang, you are so small, do you really think that you can hold me casually?"

"Isn't it?" Song Jiangwang asked, watching Tang Yan jokingly. Ω(8)(一)『中Δ文网WwΩW. 81.Zw. COM

"Then you will know if you try."

The Tibetan king also seemed to want to know the strength of Tang Yan, and looked at Tang Yan with a deep impression, without interrupting.

Seeing the Tibetan king said nothing, Song Jiangwang's eyes are changing rapidly and intriguing. The relationship between the Tibetan king and the living creature seems to be somewhat different.

Since the King of Tibet does not object, it is not in his heart.

"Since you don't know how to live and die, then I will fulfill you." Song Jiang Wang said murderously, and his body shape flashed toward Tang Yi.

"It’s good."

Tang Yan whispered.

The Zhentian bow and the shooting arrow appeared in the hand, and the arrow flashed, and the arrow hit the Songjiang Wangfei.

Song Jiang Wang looks blank.

Because the power of the Zhentian bow and the shooting arrow showed it, he saw the inconsistency.

He immediately remembered a rumor that he had heard about it. At the beginning of the temple, there was a human master who used bows and arrows. He even left an arrow in the hands of King Luo, and he was collected as a baby.

Only then this person fell into the Styx and died.

Now there is a bow and arrow master, and can also walk freely with the ghost world, is there a connection between the two?

He had no time to figure it out carefully, and the shooting arrow had already arrived in front of him.

The eighteen layers of **** are as thick as the sea, and the yin is so vast that it rushes toward the Songjiang River, and it has been shrouded in an instant.

Song Jiang’s hand stretched out, and Wang Yinyin descended from the sky, colliding with the shooting arrow, and the violent yin rushed directly toward the pool below.

boom!

The water vapor splashed the black water of the sky, as if a raging dragon flew toward both sides, and the two rays of light bloomed on the two people. The black water fell on the light, and the sound of the sizzling sound did not hurt the two.

The King of Dizang sat in the middle of the pool, and the waves were raging, but he could not hurt him. And he looked at the two people with great interest in the battle.

The battle was fierce, the waves were soaring and the air was soaring. The eighteen layers of **** seemed to have changed.

The Zhentian bow and the shooting arrow burst out of great power, and the king of the king is also a small one.

Tang Zhen can almost conclude that this singer Wang Yin is definitely a sacrament, even more powerful than the singer Wang Yin of the reincarnation king, and is comparable to the king of the king.

In addition, Song Jiangwang's cultivation is at least the realm of the gods. Therefore, although Tang Zhen has a shocking bow and a shooting arrow, he can't beat him, and even the defeat is gradually becoming apparent.

However, the eyes of the King of Tibet are getting brighter and brighter, because Tang’s fighting power has gone far beyond his expectations, and Tiandao really did not lie to him, attracting such a strong human.

Tang Zhen’s heart was not too surprised. After all, he had seen the greatness of King Luo, and he already had a preliminary expectation.

He is preparing to summon the four elephants to deal with the Song Jiang Wang. Suddenly, a wave of dark waves smashed and he rushed to the two.

This black wave appeared very abrupt, inexplicable, so that Tang Yan and Song Jiang Wang did not have defense, so the black wave directly on the head of the two.

Nourish

On the line, a series of sounds like barbecues sounded.

Tang Yan screamed, there was a burning tingling sensation, bowing his head, the place where the black waves drenched, turned into pieces of fire red, the skin was festering.

This scene really scared him, and quickly managed to fight against these black waves. However, this black wave is very fierce, not even afraid of Tang Zhen's infuriating, like a spark of fire, and instantly spread to Tang Yan more skin.

On the other hand, Song Jiang Wang also jumped his feet and couldn't take care of Tang Yan. He had a black light on his body. The black waves gradually disappeared and disappeared, which was obviously much better than Tang Yan's situation.

"This... what is going on?" Tang looked at it all thoughtfully.

Song Jiang Wang took a deep breath and sneered: "Haha, it is heaven to help me too! Do you think that the things in these eighteen layers of **** are so simple? This black wave not only has fatal damage to members of the ghosts, but also allows them to Losing the nature, it is absolutely destructive to you humans, your skin will completely fester, and finally become a ghost, when I see how you are horizontal."

If Tang Yin becomes a ghost, without the flesh, the strength must have fallen from the sky to the ground, and where is the opponent of Song Jiangwang.

He did not expect that this stinking black wave would have such lethal power, and his heart trembled. He did not think that Song Jiangwang was cheating him. This must be true.

Seeing his face became so ugly, Song Jiang Wang was very proud, and jokingly said: "You don't have to work hard, your infuriating power can't resist the black waves, which is mixed with the most sinister yin in the ghost world, lethality deadly. ""

Tang Yan snorted and resisted the pain. He said: "I am not scared. It is not so easy to want my life."

Seeing Song Jiang Wang can easily resist the black waves, he does not believe that he has no way.

He does not know that this black wave is most useful for dealing with the true body of the person, and even stronger than the damage to the ghost.

Suddenly, a voice rang in the ear of Tang, like the sound of the sound of the sky, the irritability of his heart immediately ran to the clouds, and the pain in his body suddenly stopped at this moment, as the injury on his body miraculously healed.

Looking at this scene, not only Tang Yan, but even Song Jiang Wang was even stunned.

Because Song Jiangwang has not seen the magic of the Tibetan king, the Tibetan king has come to Jiuyi Hell for hundreds of years. Others have never seen him, and naturally he does not know much about his condition. When I saw it today, Song Jiangwang’s current Tibetan Wang Yue was unfathomable.

He did not understand how deep the cultivation of the Tibetan king was.

"What kind of spell are you?" asked Song Jiangwang.

The Tibetan king raised his eyes and glanced at him gently. He said, "The Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, I have been here for hundreds of years, how do you feel about a set of scriptures?"

how do you feel?

It feels very shocking, you know?

The voice of Song Jiangwang’s heart is shouting.

"The Tibetan Buddhist scriptures have a great effect on the ghosts here. I believe that it will take a long time for me to let the **** become empty. The fierce land of the nine secluded **** will no longer exist." The Tibetan king said with confidence.

Song Jiangwang never said that the Tibetan king had said a big talk. Since he said this, it must be fully grasped. The Tibetan Buddhist scriptures can add to the sacred spirits of the sacred kings. The scriptures are simply against the sky.

It is also evident that a few verses underestimated by the Dizang King can make Tang Yu’s injury heal.

Tang Zhen remembered the things that the Tibetan King had experienced in his previous oral scriptures. He was also deeply shocked. He couldn’t help but admire the Tibetan kings. He could understand the avenues and realize the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures without any reason. This is true. Powerful.

Although many people are powerful, they often only inherit and praise other people's exercises, and they can realize a new set of exercises. This is a powerful thing.

Today's Tang Yan is also difficult to look forward to, but it is a bit embarrassing, if one day has such achievements, it is not a life.

He is currently practicing a lot of exercises, and the ancient scrolls and the dragon gods are the foundation. Others such as the nine-turned diamonds, the swallowing technique, the extraterrestrial flying swordsmanship, etc., are all learned from others. There is no such thing as his own creation.

Therefore, he still has a long way to go on the road of cultivation.

Of course, it does not mean that every defender or warrior can have this kind of opportunity and ability to create a first-class practice, but if this is done, then there is no such thing as a strongman.

"The king of the land, it seems that I want to congratulate you." Song Jiang Wang Yan said insincerely.

The face of the King of Tibet is the same, and it does not move like a mountain. So the King of Song Jiang can't guess his mind completely. Since the King of Tibet has shot, is it a war or a retreat?

Going back, then your own plan will be lost.

But if it is a battle, there is a land king, and there is still the possibility of winning.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang interrupted his thoughts, and I saw a huge wave in the pool. The pool was bubbling and it was a grimace tumbling over the pool.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiang Wang shouted in surprise.

The face of the Tibetan king suddenly became dignified. Looking at his reaction, even Tang Yan’s heart was a sinking. After all, the Tibetan king had never changed his face, and he was not sad or happy. This change is definitely not a good thing.

Sure enough, I only listened to the Tibetan King’s voice and said: “You are waiting for it, you have been quiet for so many years, are you finally coming out?”

After listening to this, Tang Yu and Song Jiang Wang were both confused. Song Jiang Wang curiously asked: "The King of Tibet, what is going on?"

"The reason for planting that year is the result of today. This matter has something to do with you." The King of Tibet deeply looked at Song Jiangwang and said it meaningfully.

Song Jiang Wang's brows have become two "Chuan" characters, still do not comprehend the deep meaning of his words, angered and said: "Don't let go of mystery."

The Tibetan king did not answer him, but stared at the surface of the pool.

Booming...

A loud bang came from under the pool, like the sound of drums that was about to begin in the war, which made the heart beat and the blood seemed to boil.

A smoldering yin rose from the pool, rising, and the air became thicker, like glue.

The face of the Tibetan king became serious and opened his mouth. A passage of verses emerged from his mouth, and these verses turned into a golden Sanskrit with a big fist and flew to the surface of the pool.

As soon as this Sanskrit came out, the power of the Tibetan scriptures increased sharply, and it was several times higher than the power they had seen before. The grim faces that had been tumbling up, once the Sanskrit approached, immediately vanished and were tempered.

However, the black lacquered water in the pool did not stop, still tumbling, it seems that something terrible is about to break out of the water.