"Who is the person in the tower?" Tong Kunshan said in a trembling voice: "This person not only has Buddhism, but also has world-shattering magic power. Looking at the entire Antarctic Continent, I can't think of a person who fits the bill. Could it be that

Am I ignorant?"

Zhu Mang's face was serious. He stared at the golden Arhat for a while, then turned his gaze to the Yuanyang Tianjin Pagoda below. It took him a long time to hold back a sentence:

"We can't deal with this person, we must ask the city lord to come out!"

"No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted sharply, and Master Ling'ao said with a solemn face: "The city lord's retreat is not a trivial matter. The old man told him before entering that he must not be disturbed until the agreed date!"

"But." Zhu Mang frowned slightly and wanted to say something else.

"There is no but!" Master Ling'ao said flatly: "The four of us have joined forces, but we can't force this person to show up. If this spreads out, not only will our faces be disgraced, but even the city lord will be disgraced! No matter what,

, today we must at least force him to show up. If we see that this person is really a saint, it will not be too late to summon the city lord!"

After what he said, the others nodded silently. Even Zhu Mang no longer objected, but asked: "Then how can we force him out of the tower?"

Master Ling'ao glanced at everyone present, and finally lowered his voice and said in a deep voice:

"Tianhe Immortal Killing Formation!"

Just when the fight was fierce at the top of the Yuanyang Tianjin Tower, inside the tower.

A man in gray clothes was sitting cross-legged on the lid of the giant alchemy furnace.

His hands were placed flat on his knees, his eyes were closed tightly, green smoke curled up above his head, and his whole body was shimmering with spiritual light.

If there is a third person here, he will be so shocked that he can't close his jaw, because this man in gray looks like he is refining the elixir. The only difference is that he is not locked in the elixir.

Within the furnace.

The flames under the cauldron were very strong, and there was an old monk in yellow clothes beside him, holding a broken fan with forks and cracks, and he was fanning the fire under the alchemy furnace.

If Master Ling'ao were here, he would definitely be heartbroken, because the "broken fan" in his hand is his own alchemy treasure, the "Hundred Refiners Xuanyang Fan"!

It's just that this precious fan has been completely worn out by others. The upper part is split and cracked, the aura is dim, and almost only an umbrella frame is left.

At this time, Liang Yan's spiritual consciousness had been completely immersed in his body, and he had no idea about the arrival of the four Transformation Tribulation Realm monks outside or the fierce battle that followed.

Just now, two rings, one golden and one green, broke through the top of the tower and rushed into the tower with surging evil energy. Although it was suppressed by the old monk in yellow in an instant, there was still a lot of movement in the middle, almost

Liang Yan woke up at one o'clock.

Fortunately, the old monk in yellow cast a spell in time, shrouding Liang Yan with a golden light curtain, allowing him to concentrate on his practice.

Now in Liang Yan's body, there is no impurity on the surface of the Hunyuan Immortal Golden Pill except for the nine nebulae.

The true demon energy that originally invaded it has been completely forced out, creating a purple vortex in his body, which seems to have become part of the four spiritual powers in Liang Yan's body!
Chapter completed!