UGB Chapter 277: The Face Of The Sect
Chapter 277: The Face Of The Sect
"Sixty-eighth..."
Han Lian's incarnation condensed a large handprint in the universe in his palm, shaking gently like a dice. .
Below the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda, a small pile of strange magic spar was already piled up.
Although this thing cannot be used for cultivation, it also has other uses.
There has always been a rumor in the world: only the magic cube can kill the magic monster!
The biggest use of the magic spar is to make magic soldiers!
In addition, if you want to ban the magic demon, if it is not a blood sacrifice, you need to use the magic spar to engrave the pattern!
Only a few monks in the world can master this kind of power, and if those existences are not extremely strong, they are just lingering.
Han Lian did the same, and didn't even look at the pile of strange magic spar, his mind was already withdrawn from the universe in the palm of his hand.
On his shoulders, the Golden Winged Dapeng did not show his breath at all, but his eyes were like electricity, ready to take a shot and perform a thunderous strike.
Seeing that Han Lian returned to his senses, he didn't lower his vigilance and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Come on, next place."
Han Lian seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be talking to the golden-winged Dapeng beside him. He took a step and found the next place where the monsters were banned.
Just looking at the next place, Han Lian's expression fluctuated slightly.
His mind wandered, his expression continued, and he let out a sigh of relief, walking around like a small fish.
It was a breeze at first, but it exploded in an instant, as if it could blow the mountains.
Secret Art: Congenital too empty qi!
Such a method, he did not directly urge, but used the secret method of fighting characters to display it.
After this gust of wind passed, the place suddenly changed its appearance, and a low archway stood there.
On it, two handwritings were written crookedly, as if they didn't care, and seemed to be doing it casually.
Cover!
Face Covering Sect... Han Lian's expression didn't change in any way, he raised his hand and dropped a fluttering palm.
The space seemed to be stagnant for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, the big mudra formed by the condensed spiritual energy had already fallen firmly.
boom! ! !
As soon as he heard the ground shaking, the mountain gate of the Masked Sect had already been smashed to pieces by him.
This kind of power is still spreading to the depths of the mountain gate. In the blink of an eye, several ravine-like cracks emerged and spread to the depths of the sect.
In the blink of an eye, a stream of light shot up into the sky, as if trying to escape.
Without Han Lian's advice, the golden-winged Dapeng turned into a golden beam and disappeared, seemingly for a moment, or even shorter. Falling down, there was a sound of broken muscles.
There were also several figures that fell out of that space, and their aura was grayed out. Above the heart, a golden feather nailed it through.
The heart is connected to the Purple Mansion, and in the hands of the heart, ordinary people are almost certain to die. Even if it is a cultivator, it is almost impossible to eliminate it before the external force is wiped out, unless your realm of strength is higher than the opponent.
Of course, if the real strength level is higher than the opponent, it will not end up like this.
Han Lian looked at those who had not fallen and still had enough energy, and the breaths flowed between his fingers, piercing their eyebrows and the dantian of Zifu, and never gave them a chance to argue.
Because the word 'covering' alone is a blast!
"I don't know which Taoist friend is on my sect. Is it asking for face or asking for concealment?"
Just when Han Lian stood there silently, a voice came from all around the world, the voice was faint, and it seemed to have a rather profound meaning.
He heard such a movement, but his expression did not change, but he saw an ancient dragon-patterned pagoda emerge between his hands.
It trembled slightly in Han Lian's palm, the sky and the earth stagnated slightly, and in the next instant, the space here became stagnant and slowed down a little bit.
Han Lian's voice was understated, and there was no emotion in it.
"The news of the destruction of the sect, Han has not heard of it for too long. I think it should be a taboo for the world to hear the name of this sect again."
After hearing Han Lian's words, the whole world was quiet for a while.
After about a few breaths, a kind old man appeared, and said with a chuckle: "Your Excellency is so strong, do you also want to join my Face Covering Sect?
Do you want to destroy the traces of this force left here, so that you can "live" again? "
The old man's tone was kind and his voice was gentle and mellow, like the old man taught by Dundun.
"Don't worry, although this old man is old, he hasn't let go of his work, so I'm sure he can—"
When the language of his words came to this point, the old man's expression suddenly changed, and a pitch-black pendant suddenly appeared, breaking the power of the void around him, and shooting towards Han Lian's eyebrows like a smashing wave.
"Dajin."
Han Lian's expression remained unchanged, and he softly called out the name of the golden-winged Dapeng, his figure suddenly turned into a golden beam, the next moment the pendant broke off, and in the next moment, a bloody heart was pulled out. .
Not only the heart, but also the purple mansion together with itself.
Above the wound in the heart, there is a faint flow of demonic energy, so that the wound has no way to coagulate.
"boom!"
In the horrified eyes of the old man, he saw the golden-winged Dapeng's claws pressed lightly, and a purple mansion was smashed into pieces like this.
However, Golden Winged Dapeng vaguely sensed something. It tilted its head to look, but found that on the old man's face, a piece of skin was peeling off a little bit. The injury has disappeared without a trace.
His expression was somewhat ugly, and the pure yang breath all over his body swelled, causing a faint black mist to flow around his body.
"Who are you guys, do you really think that the old man is the old and weak and easy to bully?"
"Covered face."
Han Lian's expression was indifferent, without any change, as if he was just stating a fact.
"The devil dyer, who is prone to natural disasters, takes the means of natural disasters, peels off his face, and can obtain some of his magical powers and means of vitality, melt the will of the devil, and become a monk of the devil.
The ancestor of Qingyi, who witnessed the thousand-year catastrophe three thousand years ago, when Emperor Lie was about to die, he seized the face of the ancestor of Chunyang, Ke Xiuqi, stripped seven of Nirvana, and more than 30 of Zifu powerful people. .
Once the silence was eliminated, Xun Feng Taizu Yun Liuyuan led the world to kill one or two of the eldritch monks, but let you escape, and took chestnuts from the fire and killed the two ancestors of the monks..."
Han Lian said more and more, the expression of the ancestor Qingyi became more and more ugly, his whole body was full of breath, and he stared at Han Lian.
"Your Excellency, if it's really just relying on the spirit soldiers and monster pets, I'm afraid it's really hard to stop me, and do you really want to die?"