I came to this world to open the way

Chen Yao and Fangyan were on their own side, with dark clouds billowing and thunder roaring overhead, but it was obvious that Dialect was more powerful.

Several blasting white thunderbolts hit Chen Yao one after another. He didn't dare to be negligent, and he drove the thunderclouds again and again, descending the divine thunder.

"Rumble!" Thunder crisscrossed and electric snakes flew.

Simply because this area was in the wilderness, no one passed by, but Li Fu was so frightened that he lay trembling in the haystack by himself.

From time to time, there would be one or two thunderbolts, but Chen Yao didn't stop them, and deep pits exploded around him.

Fang Yan saw Chen Yao's gloomy face, and a smile appeared on his face, he was a little tenderer than Lei Fa.

No, you can't use your own weaknesses to attack the other's strengths. The thunder I summoned by this edict is not as powerful as the orthodox thunder method, so I have to use another magical power.

While dodging, Chen Yao also realized the problem. He gritted his teeth to get rid of Leiyun, and used the new mountain god supernatural power.

"Mountain! Mountain! Mountain! The shape of a mountain!" A phantom of Mengyang Mountain with a height of more than ten meters appeared behind Chen Yao.

Immediately, Chen Yao was enveloped by an unshakable aura as thick as a mountain. This is the power of the mountain.

"Hmph, whatever your supernatural powers, I'll break it with a single blow." Fang Yan also felt the change in Chen Yao's aura, but he didn't care. It was just some kind of defensive spell. Can it withstand the thunder?

This time without Chen Yao's thunder-calling interception, under the guidance of the dialect, thunder after thunder fell on Chen Yao's head smoothly.

But these lightning strikes only bombarded the phantom of the mountain and could not cause substantial damage to Chen Yao.

Chen Yao carefully felt the consumption of the phantom of the lower mountain, and part of the power of each lightning strike would be introduced into the void, and finally into Mengyang Mountain.

In this way, Chen Yao only needs to bear a small part of the defense loss, and his divine power is still sufficient.

But the dialect is not enough, such continuous thunder bombardment is a great burden for him.

Even if he is an old-fashioned mage, his mana is not enough to continue to support him, unless he reaches the archmage, his mana is like the deep sea, and he will probably not stop after a long time.

This land god's supernatural powers are not weak, I have to make a quick decision, it will be bad for me to use it up, and the dialect has a good countermeasure.

"The divine power of the gods is as boundless as the vast land. To show respect, I decided to use the most powerful spells to determine the outcome." The voice of the dialect was serious and heavy, and the thunder method was slowly put away.

The sky returned to a clear blue sky again, but it was a little strange that there was no cloud.

"The weight of the mountain!" Chen Yao went his own way, following his own way of fighting.

The thick mountain power began to bless this space, naturally including the dialect, it became a little difficult for him to cast spells.

This is still two miles away from Mengyang Mountain. If he really played at home, Chen Yao felt that his strength could be raised by another three points.

"Decree, slow down!" It was not enough to have the pressure of the mountain, Chen Yao also added the magic power of slow down.

Dialect felt that his fingers were a little out of control, and the pinching of the magic arts was like a turtle's speed, starting little by little.

"Pfft." With a cruel heart, Fang Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The pure natal mana broke through the surrounding pressure in a short time, and also gave dialect a moment of relief.

But he didn't have time to feel sorry for the essence and blood he had accumulated for many years. Instead, he seized the opportunity, quickly made a trick, and guided the arrival of the ultimate move.

A crane with simple and pure feathers appeared behind Dialect, with an elegant and elegant figure, and a cry of a crane was extraordinary.

"The crane is singing in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the wild?" Chen Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, ready to defend.

The crane spread its wings and floated above Chen Yao's head. Its white and flawless feathers stood up high, and suddenly burst open under the decision of the dialect.

"咻咻咻!" Countless feathers shone with sharp light, cut through the void, and hit Chen Yao's phantom in the shape of a mountain.

Chen Yao sent all his strength to stabilize the mountain shape, but the feathers seemed to contain a higher level of power, and every blow could shake the mountain shape.

Finally, the shape of the mountain could no longer cover every aspect, and feathers broke through the defense one after another, hitting Chen Yao's body directly.

"Decree, shield! Decree, shield!" Chen Yao had no choice but to keep chanting the magical power of the decree to give himself a shield. It was rare for him to be so embarrassed.

But these shields are like paper, every two or three feathers can penetrate a shield, forcing him not to stop.

In less than a cup of tea, Chen Yao's mountain shape collapsed into pieces and returned to the void.

And Fang Yan was also uncomfortable, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and the shadow of the crane above his head was close to nothingness.

Although there are still feathers shot out, it is already at the end of its strength.

Chen Yao estimated his own divine power reserves, and felt that killing an ancestor spirit who didn't have much incense would require little effort.

That being the case, then leave a deep impression on the other party, so that the Immortal Crane Temple will not think that he is easy to bully.

Chen Yao called out the golden seal of the divine way, and proudly said to the dialect: "It is not indecent to come, Master Fang, please accept my seal!"

After mustering up all the divine power to transport it, the Huanghuang Golden Seal protruded in the sky, and instantly soared to one foot and three feet, which was much larger than when it was suppressing the tiger demon.

Dialect felt his life was in danger for the first time, a tremendous pressure pressed him firmly, his whole body was trembling in a trance, so mighty?

The crane behind him seemed unable to withstand such pressure, and disappeared without a trace with a "pop" like a bubble bursting.

Using the golden seal of Shinto again to fight against the enemy, Chen Yao naturally joined the law of the mountain god, and the heavy pressure was raised to a higher level.

"Town!" Chen Yao floated up slowly, with a golden light shining on his body, swaying like a god coming down to earth!

The huge golden seal fell slowly, Fang Yan wanted to run but was powerless, he was imprisoned by the mountain-like pressure, how could he move.

"Respect God, reverence God, I admit defeat!" Panic and a hint of helplessness flashed in Fang Yan's eyes, there was nothing he could do about it.

But Chen Yao pretended not to hear, and still controlled the golden seal to press down. The pressure became stronger and stronger, and Fang Yan could no longer stand up.

He could no longer maintain the image of a graceful fairy, and stretched out his hands with barely overdrawn mana in his body, trying to resist the golden seal.

However, if manpower can block the mountain, the golden seal will not stop until the dialect's knees can't be straightened, half bent and half bent, and he is about to kneel down.

"What did you say? Begging for mercy?" Chen Yao floated in front of Fang Yan and asked lightly.

Dialect also sensed Chen Yao's killing intent, and knew that the god in front of him might really want to kill him just like that, so he could only let go of his dignity and said: "The gods have boundless powers, Xiaodao is no match, and I beg you for mercy."

After listening to the words of begging for mercy, Chen Yao glanced at the dantian agitated by the dialect, knowing that this person might have a desperate blow, and of course there is a high probability that he can't do anything to him.

From a rational point of view, he couldn't be killed in the first place, just teach him a lesson, and let the crane view behind him weigh the price.

"In that case, even if I win this round, can I pass?" Chen Yao withdrew the golden seal, and the overwhelming pressure disappeared instantly.

Dialect sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, it was too heavy, as if carrying a mountain to fight against people.

"Respect God, please let me go." Fang Yan forced himself to prop up his body and get out of the way that does not exist.

Chen Yao paced in front of Fang Yan for a while, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and then turned into a breeze and left.