The God Resides in the Inner Hall of the Pavilion.

A ray of light bursts out from the corner.

Yan Xian sat on the chair, his eyes closed slightly, and he pressed his hands on the armrest of the chair, slowly got up, and took a step forward.

He hadn't left the chair for too long, so this step seemed very heavy.

So he fell a little and fell to the ground.

The dust was flying under him, and a layer of earth and dust attached to his face, but the smile on his face became stronger and stronger. Then he looked back, with a chain connected to his feet, black in color, and dark in the corner of the wall.

"Dragon Lock Chain..."

Yan Xian had a strange look on his handsome and pale face.

As the name suggests, a dragon can be locked even if it is a dragon, let alone a human?

This dragon-locking chain has locked him for more than ten years, and his magic power is stagnant. However, he has been sitting in the chair for more than ten years, and his blood and energy are not smooth and his muscles are atrophy. It is difficult for him to take a step for a while.

He suddenly smiled, and there was a strange meaning in his laughter.

Then, he was pressed on the ground and gradually got up.

A strange face, a tall figure, and a white long gown.

In the dust, stand up slowly.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The whites of eyes are jade-like, and the pupils are dark gray, full of the smell of cold and killing.

He looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and put it back. When he stretched out his hand again, something was already added, as thin as paper, with sharp edges and red as fire, and it turned out to be a scale.

Yan Xian gritted his teeth, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

"Shenju Pavilion!"

...

The island suddenly shook.

A picture of light burst out from the Shenju Pavilion, soaring into the sky and entering the sky.

There are many people in the pavilion, either the monks who are hiding in the Shenju Pavilion, the guest officials recruited by the Shenju Pavilion to worship elders, or the servants and other servants.

But at this moment, both the masters and the mortals, whether they are guests or servants, they all felt a sense of shock.

"Where is...the inner hall?"

“What’s there?”

"I don't know, it has always been the forbidden area of ​​this cabinet. Only the True Lord or the Young Master, and those old managers, can enter it."

Everyone was panicked, and the old people who had already followed Xianshen Zhenjun when the Shenju Pavilion was first built vaguely understood something.

"Oh no..."

The old man stumbled out. He was 60 years old and his hair was gray. Looking at the light that soared into the sky in the inner hall, he showed a look of horror, "That's the place where the True Lord tried his best to suppress that fierce man?"

"He...shocked the formation on the island?"

"How is this possible?"

The more the old man thought about it, the more shocked he felt. Looking at the direction of the inner hall, his body began to tremble, "Can he actually secretly explored the formation of the Shenju Pavilion over the years?"

...

In the inner hall.

Yan Xian looked heavy, looked at the red scales in his hand and said, "Sir Yan Zun, I have tried so much trouble to be successful in what you want... Now that I want to send it to you, I have to help me get out of trouble."

"This formation in Shenju Pavilion was arranged by my father back then. Although I don't know it, I also know that this formation was his lifelong effort and needs to be broken both inside and outside. Now I am sealed here and my magic power is blocked in my body. I also ask Lord Yan Zun to take action and break the dragon lock chain for me."

The red scales were silent.

Yan Xian's eyes were slightly stern.

As long as the chain can be broken, he can attack the formation of Shenju Pavilion from the inside, and the outer layer only requires a little external force to attack, and the internal and external forces should be broken.

As for the external force, it will fall on the elder of Huanhua Pavilion who is about to be attracted.

"Lord Yan Zun has been trapped for many years and has finally penetrated the formation. It is indeed not easy to leak a little magic power out of it... It is understandable that he is unwilling to use it easily."

Yan Xian sighed and said, "But cut off this dragon-locking chain, it will not exhaust all the magic powers that Master Yan Zun have outside, and there will be still some remaining one after another. But if you are reluctant to give up this magic power, then the frost and snow that the ancestor of Huanhua Pavilion has condensed cannot be sent to the master... It will be a huge problem for you to escape with the power of frost..."

He paused and said, "Maybe it will take many more years to wait until someone has a compassionate heart, so that you can see the light of day again."

The red scales still have no change.

Yan Xian looked to the south of Shenju Pavilion, as if he had seen something, his eyes narrowed and said, "Master Yan Zun tried every means to penetrate a few magic powers from outside, isn't it just hope to get out of trouble? Now that he has hope of getting out of trouble, he is reluctant to give up this magic power. He is so timid and petty, how can a big thing be accomplished?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

The most fierce Yan Zun in the rumor has turned into this after being trapped for a hundred years?

However, at this moment, the red scales suddenly burst out with light.

The light is red and the glare is as hazy as fog.

The red fog gradually became rich.

Then it is as rich as if it is about to condense.

The gently fluttering red mist was thick and heavy, like flowing magma.

A hint of joy flashed through Yan Xian's dark eyes.

He held the red scales tightly.

He stretched out his hand and waved it.

Red scales pass by.

A sharp red edge flashed instantly behind him.

There was no obstacle or sensation, as if it was just swaying in the air.

But then there was a crisp sound of gold and iron.

That was the broken end of the chain and hit the ground.

...

The vast sea.

A golden light flashed across the eyes of the mandrill.

The True Lord of Yi Shen avoided the past. Although he was not hit by the golden light, he was slowed down for a moment because he avoided it.

Qingyuan took this step and passed ten miles.

"When are you going to escape?"

The face of the True Lord Yishen was vaguely angry, as if he was about to move underground volcano. The inexplicable irritability thoughts and the vague throbbing in his heart almost disturbed his calm mind.

Qingyuan suddenly stopped, and the eyes of the mandrill in his hand burst into golden light behind him.

The True Lord of Yi Shen avoided it again.

However, this time, Qingyuan did not take the opportunity to leave with the method of shrinking the ground into an inch. He put the ancient mirror and immediately the Divine Treasure River rolled out.

The white jade ruler bloomed with white jade light, and red thunder flashed, and immediately turned into a thunder magic sword, pointing directly to the eyebrows of the Zhenjun Xianshen.

"It's this time!"

Qing originally used the method of shrinking the ground to form an inch and stepped forward.

This step is not to escape, but to go closer.

He raised water columns under his feet and raised him a hundred feet high.

Then he held a man in his left hand and clenched his fist with his right hand.

A dragon roar faintly rose from inside his body, which was long and long.

The air before the fist was almost transparent ripples.

"You finally didn't escape..."

Facing the God of Heavenly River, the Thunder Sword, and the punch that seemed to break the void, the Idle God True Lord, who was also in the forefront of the Realm of True People, was not afraid. The Ice God Sword greeted him, and the robes on his body also bulged up and light flashed.

He was in the Heavenly River of Shenbao, and his light shone, isolating the outside world.

Facing the Thunder Magic Sword, he still pointed it at the sword.

Another palm gathered magic power and faced Qingyuan's fist.

A bang blast!

The turbid breath, the collision of magic power, the remaining power of thunder and sword energy turned into a torrent, overflowing in all directions, scattering into the Heavenly River of Shenbao.

Qingyuan suddenly took a few steps back, covered her chest, and blood was leaking from the corners of her mouth.

And the figure in his arms was already affected by the collision and disappeared.

"You dare to cheat me?"

The voice of the True Lord Xianshen was filled with incomparable anger. (To be continued.)
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