"Want to get out of trouble? Zhang Mou said today, I will suppress you for another 500 years!"

Zhang Fan's voice still echoed, and the golden light in the sky above was magnificent, and in the void, countless mystical golden seals of breaking evil were condensed into a golden palm, which descended repeatedly.

"Suppress the Honjong, you think you're ......"

"Huh?"

"Luck is supernatural, breaking the evil golden seal!"

The incomparable contempt in the voice of the Corpse Abandoned Daoist faded and was replaced by incomparable consternation.

Only at this time did he believe that the other party really had the possibility of suppressing him.

The Golden Seal of Breaking Evil, one of the three Dharma Seals, and the third power, is also its luck supernatural power, where the strongest power lies, is - suppression!

If you are defeated in the confrontation of luck, break the golden seal of evil, affect the qi veins, drive the mountains and chase the mountains, and suppress them, then if you want to get out of trouble, the opponent will no longer be the other party, but the luck of this heaven and earth - the earth qi vein!

In other words, if in this place, he was suppressed by Zhang Fan's Evil Breaking Golden Seal and affected the earth's qi veins, and he wanted to break the ban unless he directly destroyed the qi luck of the 100,000 mountains with supreme power, which was equivalent to overturning the 100,000 mountains in one piece.

No matter how arrogant he is, no matter how arrogant he is, the Corpse Abandoned Daoist doesn't think he can do it.

In that case, you have to wait for the power of repression to dissipate on its own, and judging by the cultivation of the kid on the head, suppressing him for 500 years may not be a lie.

For a while, this top powerhouse, who had a very high heart and even put it in his eyes, actually had a feeling of being overwhelmed for a moment.

According to his original idea, the three Yuanying real people can't help him at all, as long as there is a moment of respite, whether it is himself or the eighteen golden corpses, he can recover a little bit, and at that time, it will be easy to kill the three Yuanying real people.

Now it is different, it is a dilemma, and the future is bleak.

Breaking the Golden Seal of Evil, the third power, is not irresistible, and there is more than one way.

One is to hide.

As long as you dodge the scope of the Evil Breaking Golden Seal, you will naturally be fine, which is also the most labor-saving method.

The second is broken.

With his own supreme supernatural powers, he killed the caster before the golden seal of evil was pressed, and the spell broke itself.

The third is resistance.

Luck is supernatural, in the final analysis, or luck is the basis. If you have great luck, the other party can't suppress it, and the power of breaking the evil golden seal will be nothing, and it will have no effect at all.

Originally, if there was even a layer of strength on the corpse abandoned Dao person, he would not take Zhang Fan's blow in his eyes, whether it was hiding or breaking, it would not be a problem.

But now, it is like a snake that has been choked by seven inches, and it is difficult to struggle.

At this time, he just understood a little, why did Zhang Fan dare to stand in front of him and speak wildly, he really had some holdings!

Now he can't move, he can't hide a method, and he can't mention it, not to mention the supreme supernatural power, even if the method of divine consciousness derivation is taken over by the drunken Daoist and the Xinglan Fairy, he can't touch the corner of Zhang Fan's clothes at all.

In fact, there was only one last method left, a battle of luck, and it was hard to resist.

Thousands of thoughts, all kinds of trade-offs, but the lightning and stone fire, the changes of heaven and earth, are also in an instant.

"Junior, have you decided to eat this sect?"

"Okay, let's compete who is the destiny and who is the luck. ”

What the corpse abandonment Taoist didn't notice was that in these few words, an invisible change in his mentality was reflected, from seeing him like an ant to "competing", and he was faintly equal.

He didn't notice it, but Zhang Fan did, but he just smiled and didn't say a word, just the golden light in his palm was condensed, and he burst down with all his might.

"Boom~"

Like a thunderbolt rolling from the thunderclouds, if the earth dragon turned over in the big ground, the continuous roar, shaking the heavens and the earth, within a radius of dozens of miles, the earth shook the mountains.

In the roar, the palm formed by the golden light condensed into a clear five-finger pattern, and it fell fiercely, covering the entire platform.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, on all sides of the platform, the earth and rocks fell, and in a moment, ninety percent was gone, and only the core remained, where the corpse abandoned Daoist and the eighteen golden corpses were located, which was still intact.

Under the golden light, above the body of the corpse abandoned Daoist, there is no barrier, there is not the slightest obstacle, but the golden light is condensed here, and it cannot fall.

"Crackling~Crackling~"

In this vacuum-like place, the sound of crisp sounds did not move, and the invisible wind stirred, as if two extremely powerful forces were vibrating each other.

At the beginning, everything seemed to take place in another world, revealing no trace, and later, after entering the white heat, it was finally revealed.

Under the golden light in the sky, on the flesh of the corpse abandoned Daoist, a cloud of brilliant light appeared, faintly, as if it could be scattered in the wind at any time.

Beyond this brilliant light, eighteen golden auras converged and surrounded it, becoming one with each other.

This is where the luck of the corpse abandonment Daoist and the luck of the eighteen golden corpses converge.

Luck is an ethereal and real thing, which can only be judged by empirical evidence, and cannot be viewed with the naked eye.

Under the oppression and confrontation of this luck and supernatural power, the true face was vaguely revealed.

In the sky above, Zhang Fan's eyes couldn't help but condense, and he looked at it intently.

In the past, when he confronted the Peacock Ling of the Peacock Minglun King, through the attack of the Silent Minglun Divine Power, he felt the clash of luck for the first time.

This time, it was really visible to the naked eye.

"Huh, strange!"

Zhang Fan's expression moved, and he frowned slightly: "The luck of the corpse abandonment Daoist is really ......."

"Weak!"

Indeed, under the oppression of the Evil Breaking Golden Seal, the luck of the Corpse Abandoned Daoist is simply vulnerable, if it weren't for the support of the Eighteen Golden Corpses, I am afraid that it would not be able to support even a thought, and it would be suppressed again.

"Of course it's weak!"

The bitter Taoist sneered and said: "If he is strong, how can he have tens of thousands of years of thunder tribulation, as soon as he reappears in the sky, he can see you, a little evil star, many disasters and difficulties, the lonely star of the sky, born unlucky, it is not enough to describe this old boy." ”

"But ......"

The voice of the bitter Taoist was a little more solemn, and he said: "The corpse abandons the Taoist, the eighteen golden corpses, the luck of the two is not to be feared, and the really terrifying thing is the crown court clothes!"

What the bitter Taoist said, Zhang Fan didn't understand, breaking the evil golden seal, turning his palm into a mountain, by this time, three breaths had passed.

The reason why the corpse abandonment Daoist has not been suppressed is that the crown that suddenly floats up is the trouble.

At the moment when the golden seal of evil was suppressed, the set of crown court clothes that were neatly folded next to the corpse abandoned Taoist changed its appearance without moving, not only floated in the air, but also spread out with a "boom", the crown returned to the crown, and the court clothes returned to the court clothes, suspended in the air, trembling slightly from time to time.

At this point, the corpse abandoned Taoist was stunned at first, and then laughed wildly:

"Hahaha, this treasure is left by the Holy Emperor, and with the Holy Emperor's supreme luck, how can you be subdued by a younger generation. ”

This crown court robe, carrying the Holy Emperor's atmospheric luck, if it is under normal circumstances, it is naturally not something that a younger generation can suppress, it is himself, and he also suffered for it back then.

The strange thing is that after understanding this, he never saw the slightest look of horror or fear or unwillingness on Zhang Fan's face, I don't know if it was an illusion, and it even looked a little ridiculous.

"Really?"

Zhang Fan just asked indifferently, didn't mean to say much, took a deep breath, and the spiritual power of his whole body suddenly exploded, and he poured into the golden seal of breaking evil.

The Holy Emperor Crown, it was just that he was slightly moved, and he didn't take it to heart, and it was impossible for him to be as lost and desperate as the Corpse Abandoned Daoist thought.

What are you kidding, not to mention the Holy Emperor's crown, it's the Holy Emperor's face, so what?

If the Holy Emperor falls into such an embarrassment as the Corpse Abandonment Daoist, he can't even dodge and resist, and can only rely on luck to resist, he can even be sure that the Holy Emperor will suppress it, let alone a dead thing with a little luck.

No matter how strong the Holy Emperor is, he is just a person, at best, he has a part of the Terran Race's atmospheric luck, nothing more.

Zhang Fan's body contains the atmospheric luck of the world in his previous life, it can be said that the huge world, the luck of thousands of living beings, through the three bronze tripods, is connected to him.

If there are only three bronze tripods in total, then the luck of that world will be lost to him alone, and if there are nine, it will be one-third.

Whether it's all or a third, or even less, it can't be resisted by this corpse abandoned Daoist whose luck has weakened to the extreme, and a dead thing that divides the luck of the Holy Emperor.

Zhang Fan was in a hurry, but behind him.

"Bang~"

**The muffled sound of slamming to the ground.

"Pounce~"

A muffled grunt spitting blood from his mouth.

However, in a few breaths, the drunken Daoist and the Xinglan Fairy already showed signs of being injured, and if they delayed any longer, they might be turned over by the corpse abandoned Daoist, and it would be too late to regret it.

"Town!"

With a loud shout, he poured out his strength, and the rich golden light exploded violently, and the five-finger golden light that was condensed like a substance suddenly clenched.

"Smack!"

The dream bubble is illusory in the end, as if a bubble has collapsed, whether it is the corpse abandoning the Taoist, the eighteen golden corpses, or the luck of the Holy Emperor's crown and court clothes, all of them are pressed down by one.

The corpse abandoned Daoist's body, which was originally a little suspended, slammed down with a "bang", and the huge platform completely collapsed.

Eighteen golden corpses, the crown of the Holy Emperor, and the court clothes, suddenly scattered, like falling flowers.

"Press!"

The second roar roared out, and the whole earth echoed.

In an instant, flying sand and rocks, all of them come to cast; the earth arches high mountains, flanks them; drives mountains and mountains, condenses \ into mountains!

The roar of the earth was endless, as if the entire earth had come to life under the third suppressive power of the Golden Seal of Evil, and the orogenic movement of thousands of years was condensed in an instant.

"Ahhhhhh

At this time, the corpse abandoned Daoist finally reacted, roaring and howling with great grief and indignation, but he couldn't change the result of directly pressing down on the ground, but in an instant, the deafening cry could only vaguely enter the ears, blocked by the thick earth.

In the midst of the flying sand and rocks, a little red light flashed, and in an instant, a high mountain in the shape of five fingers crashed down.

"Suppression!"

The top powerhouse of ancient times, the invincible corpse abandoned Taoist in Qinzhou, had just escaped from tens of thousands of years of thunder tribulation, and he was suppressed again before he could even breathe less.

This time, the deadline is, 500 years!

(To be continued)