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Chapter 2102 Battle of the Demon Realm Yellow Turban Puppet

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    I saw the sound of Sanskrit loudly, and countless silver inscriptions rushed out of the net, and suddenly turned into phantoms of big stars and fell straight down.

    There was a loud bang!

    Everything within a radius of more than ten miles was completely submerged by the dazzling silver light.

    The vitality of heaven and earth in the void suddenly became extremely violent, and out of thin air, gray hurricanes rushed straight to the sky, involving everything in the vicinity and smashing them to pieces.

    However, earth-shattering explosions came from the silver giant net from time to time, but the real situation was completely obscured by the dazzling aura, making it impossible to see clearly.

    The young man in the golden robe controlled the entire giant net with one hand, and was suspended in the sky behind his back with the other hand, as if he was not worried about the escape of the three holy spirits at all, with an extremely leisurely appearance.

    After a full cup of tea, the loud noise in the silver giant net gradually decreased, and finally became silent.

    The young man's eyes moved, and after his divine sense swept down, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face, and he pulled back with five fingers on the palm of the hand holding the huge silver net.

    There was a "poof"!

    The huge silver net instantly shattered inch by inch.

    Hurricane, silver light and other things flashed and disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

    However, the originally tall and huge mountain below is much shorter than before.

    And among the ruins at the top of the broken mountain peak, there are three things emitting a faint light, quietly suspended in the low sky.

    There is an ancient silver mirror about ten feet tall, a half-cut green bamboo more than ten feet high, and a green light ball.

    When the young man in the golden robe saw these three things, a gleam of joy flashed on his face, and he flicked his sleeves down.

    A piece of silver cloud flew out, rolled up three things into the air, and after a few flashes, they fell into the hands of the young man.

    "It's really good. As long as you wipe away your spiritual wisdom and take it back to sacrifice and refine it, these three treasures can barely be used." The young man in the golden robe carefully identified the things in his hand, with an expression on his face.  He muttered a few words with a hint of satisfaction.

    "However, these few things alone are not enough. If I get a few more, I can barely use my supernatural powers. However, I heard that President Han of the Spirit Race seems to be in charge during the Mahayana period.  It will take a lot of work to match my current situation." After the young man put away his things, he muttered to himself twice.

    After his complexion fluctuated for a while, he suddenly made a decision with a cold snort, and then a golden light flashed on his body, and it turned into a dazzling golden light and flew away.

    The vicinity of the broken mountain peak suddenly became empty, and there were no moving figures, and everything seemed extremely silent.

    But just about half an hour after the young man left, there was a sudden buzzing in the mountain peak, and a ball of red light flew out from a certain pile of rubble.

    The ball of light was no more than the size of a fist, and after a flicker, it stopped in mid-air, and there was a crystal-clear purple eyeball inside.

    After the eyeballs rolled a few times in the air, they suddenly fixed on the direction in which the golden-robed youth was fleeing, and stopped moving.

    This object is obviously a magic weapon controlled by others, and it has also been hidden from the eyes and ears of the golden-robed youth, which shows that it is extraordinary.

    The purple eyeballs suddenly turned, and then the whole body flickered, but there was no sound.

    Makes it all seem weird.

    Almost at the same time, in a golden palace in the sea of ??clouds not far away, an old man with white hair and childlike face was sitting on a dark wooden chair, staring at a white crystal ball floating in front of him, with a gloomy expression  abnormal.

    On the surface of the crystal ball, pictures slowly changing like life are slowly changing, and what is shown is the scene of the young man in the golden robe defeating the three holy spirits just now, and some voices are faintly heard.

    When the old man heard the young man say the word "Spirit Slave", his face suddenly changed a few times, but his eyes flashed, but he immediately recovered.

    But when the screen of the crystal ball changed, showing the giant silver net released by the young man in golden robe, the old man stood up from his chair and let out a low growl:

    "Spirit Skynet! It turned out to be this thing. Impossible, even if it is a person who descended from the fairy world, he would not be able to bring this kind of thing down."

    This old man is obviously not an ordinary person, but when he said the words "Spirit Skynet", his face could not help but twisted with hatred.

    "No, this is just an imitation. Otherwise, under the restraint of this treasure, how could it take so long to break it apart?p;"When Brother Han and I met that day, fellow daoists had only just advanced to the state of integration, but now only a few hundred years have passed, and they have advanced to the late stage. Such an advancement speed is a bit too monstrous. Look  If it wasn't for the untimely outbreak of the Devil's Tribulation, I'm afraid the envoy of the Holy Island would have found Brother Han long ago and invited you to join.'

    "Well, Mr. Han has also heard about it. I heard that not only the purest spiritual veins from the two races of humans and monsters have been transplanted on the Holy Island, but also countless rare materials and elixir are stored and planted. If you can join them  , will indeed benefit a lot." Hearing this, Han Li didn't know what this woman meant, but replied calmly.

    "Brother Han, do you know that the holy island itself is half of the treasure of Xuantian, and it is also the place where our two clans finally use to continue the inheritance of the blood." The girl in feather clothes looked condensed and said slowly.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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