Saint Qin Batu

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Chapter 476 Battle of Hangu Pass

The golden long whip was lightly suspended beside the ancestor of Penglai, and the ancestor of Penglai also looked at Yingzheng's trembling right hand with some disdain.

That look obviously carried a bit of provocation.

Ying Zheng was very strong, and the reason why the Penglai Patriarch could make Ying Zheng feel at a loss with one blow was that his own cultivation level was almost a bit higher than Ying Zheng's.It is even more because the long whip in his hand is a rare magic weapon called the God Whip.

Even in the Shang and Zhou dynasties when gods and demons were all over the sky, such a magical weapon could occupy a place, let alone this era of degenerate law?

"Oh!"

On the other side, Bai Qi, who is already at the peak of the Dao Casting Realm, is also at a disadvantage with the abbot ancestor.

However, what surprised Ying Zheng was that although Bai Qi was at a disadvantage, it seemed that the abbot ancestor couldn't do anything to win Bai Qi.

In this kind of life-and-death battle, Ying Zheng would not believe that the abbot patriarch would show mercy to his enemies.

"Snapped!"

The moment Ying Zheng glanced at Bai Qi lightly, the magic whip in the hand of Penglai Patriarch fell hard on Ying Zheng.

Huge pain suddenly surged up, and the dragon robe on his body instantly became a rag.

Ying Zheng frowned. Although it was painful to be hit by the whip, it was still a bit worse than the pain he experienced in the underground palace in those years.

On the side, the Penglai ancestor only frowned when he saw that Ying Zheng was hit with a whip, his flesh and blood were bloody.A touch of surprise could not help but emerge in my heart.

He couldn't be more clear about the power of hitting the magic whip.Although the previous hasty attack could not be regarded as using all his strength, he did not intend to hold back.

However, a scene that surprised him even more soon appeared.

A faint black air overflowed from the Tianwen sword in Yingzheng's hand, and rushed towards the wound.

And the wound covered by the black mist returned to its original appearance in just a moment.Not even a trace of injury.

Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't care about his attack at all, the Penglai patriarch couldn't help frowning.

Serious injuries have no effect, so they can only be crushed in one go with absolute strength!

The Penglai Patriarch, who had made up his mind, suddenly gained a few more momentum.

On the other side, Ying Zheng also knew that the Penglai Patriarch was going to use his full strength.If he kept his hand, he might not be his opponent.

"Array!" Ying Zheng moved his lips lightly, but his voice once again spread throughout the Qin soldiers.

The generals of the Marrow Refining Realm, who were fighting hard with a group of cultivators who transformed themselves into gods, suddenly showed a tinge of joy.If Guiguzi, Ji Hao, and Donghuangtaiyi hadn't held back their opponents before, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to survive now.

The changes of tens of thousands of people can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

The wisps of breath, with the generals of the Qin army at the center, immediately strung tens of thousands of people into more than a dozen strands of rope.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of animal roars resounded above Hangu Pass.

The huge roar of the beast can be heard clearly even in Xianyang.

Seeing the sudden appearance of more than a dozen strange giant beasts, everyone in the secret realm couldn't help being surprised.

Looking at the Qin people who seemed to have been reborn, the people in the fairyland suddenly felt a huge pressure.

"What is this?" Finally, a cultivator in the fairyland couldn't help but whispered softly.

Not to mention him, even the ancestors of Penglai and the ancestors of the abbot were equally curious.

However, under this curiosity, there is even a trace of worry.

No matter it is Bai Qi, Wang Jian, Meng Ao and others, the condensed fighting spirit is very fast, but Ying Zheng's condensed fighting spirit is a little slow.

The Penglai patriarch watched as layers of black mist gradually surrounded Yingzheng, and swung the magic whip in his hand almost reflexively.

"when!"

A heavy voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Nine huge black cauldrons suddenly appeared beside the unformed golden-armored black dragon.

Earlier, the whip of the Penglai Patriarch hit a Nine Tripod.

"Nine cauldrons!"

Of course, it is impossible for the ancestors of Penglai not to know Jiuding, which is originally a Chinese artifact.

However, the ancestors of Penglai also knew that the nine tripods are where China's luck lies, and each one is extremely heavy.Today, the nine statues and nine tripods are suspended in mid-air at the same time, which makes it extremely difficult for the ancestors of Penglai to understand.

When it comes to luck, it is extremely mysterious.

The ancestor of Penglai thought that the weight of the Nine Cauldrons was reasonable, but what he didn't know was that.Today, Qin State is Huaxia, and the so-called Chinese fortune naturally comes from Qin State.

Yingzheng is the core of Qin's national destiny.The huge luck stored in the Nine Cauldrons came from the same source as Yingzheng, so Yingzheng used it with ease.

However, although Jiuding is nothing to Ying Zheng, it is different to others.

"when!"

After one of the nine tripods blocked the long whip of the Penglai ancestor, the rest of them immediately smashed towards the Penglai ancestor.Simple and rude, but extremely practical.

Seeing the flying Jiuding, the face of Penglai Patriarch changed slightly.

It is true that he is a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Realm, but it does not mean that he can resist the weight of Jiuding.

Flying around, the unpredictable Jiuding could not hit the Penglai Patriarch, but it was more than enough to disturb the Penglai Patriarch.

"Ow!"

After a while, a dragon chant resounded over Hangu Pass.

A group of rare beasts who were still fighting with the cultivator of Transforming God suddenly showed a look of awe at the same time.

Although this look of awe was only fleeting, everyone present noticed it.

"The troublesome one is coming!" the abbot ancestor frowned slightly, and whispered softly.

The fully formed golden-armored black dragon is nearly a thousand feet in size.And the Penglai Patriarch at the side, beside the golden-armored black dragon, is like a small black dot.

Looking up at the golden-armored black dragon looking down on him, the anger in the Penglai ancestor's heart was finally fully aroused.

For thousands of years, for thousands of years, who has looked at him with such eyes?