It is not too long to step into the world of cultivation, but in just a few years, Ye Zhuo has a lot of experience, fighting with people, being calculated, hunting demon beasts, and fighting to the death in all kinds of dangerous places, there have been extremely dangerous times in the past, but there has never been such a thing now, which makes Ye Zhuo feel powerless to deal with it in his heart, that is, at the beginning, only the third layer of qi refining was taken away by a few foundation building realm monks of the Wu family, that is, in the early years, when he fought with demon beasts whose realm level was far superior to his own, he had never been in such a situation in front of him, a wisp of killing intent tightly enveloped his heart, and in the face of a group of puppet people who had been dead for a long time, he suddenly performed this attack and killing technique, Ye Zhuo is still cold.

The flesh and blood skin that Zhenyuan has refined is strong enough, but after all, there is no leakage of the golden body, and the even more advanced insect mother little guy has been directly cut off half of his wings, Ye Zhuo doesn't want to resist with his physical body, not to mention, that wisp of killing intent is locked on the key point of his own heart, a hole, the heart is accidentally damaged, not to mention that Ye Zhuo is a foundation realm monk, even the Jindan real person can't stand it, even if he doesn't die, he will lose most of his life

If other opponents used such a method, Ye Zhuo would not have dealt with such an embarrassment, at least he could still fight hard to get injured and turn around with the opponent to exchange injuries for injuries or even fight to the death, but in the face of a few battle puppets that had long been lifeless and were refined by unknown masters, they desperately had no object, and it was more likely that they knocked down a few figures at the same time, and they were also seriously injured or even killed by the white mang flying spear with great power behind him, how could Ye Zhuo be willing to do such a thing, many other means were useless regardless of attack and defense, and all Ye Zhuo could do at this moment was to flee quickly。

However, let him use all his strength to drum up the true yuan to urge the divine thoughts, the power of the wind and thunder wings has reached the extreme, but he still can't get rid of the white shadow behind him, not only did he not shake off the wisp of killing intent, but he could be approached by it at any time, Ye Zhuo's hair rose all over his body, his face was no longer his usual calmness, and he showed a little anxiety.

For a while, I couldn't think of a better way to deal with it, but every time I noticed a threat behind me, I dodged left and right to dodge a little, but the speed of frequent reversals will have an impact, and almost every time I will be rubbed.

Between the lightning and flint, Ye Zhuo rushed out, as he left the range of Zhangxu, Fox Ling'er and the little guy of the insect mother immediately felt the power of the curse, the fox Ling'er stiffened and did not make a sound, but his face instantly turned white, and even beads of sweat came out, and the little guy of the insect mother hissed directly, while chirping, he hurriedly chased towards Ye Zhuo, not necessarily just to resist the power of the curse, but more to help Ye Zhuo resist the flying spear, but unfortunately half of the wings were cut in half, and the speed of flight was far more than usual, but Ye Zhuo stimulated all the potential, and the insect mother was eager to keep up at all, and the power of the curse became more and more vigorous, The little guy became more and more anxious, seeing that he couldn't catch up with Ye Zhuo, the ruthless little guy turned around and headed towards the crowd where the spear in his hand was gone, but unfortunately the power of the curse of heaven rushed straight to his heart, and the little guy almost fell down when he just turned around, and there was a hiss sound of unwilling to mix with pain under the lack of strength.

Fox Ling'er saw the appearance of the little guy of the worm mother, and another wisp of green light flashed between her hands, caging the worm mother and herself in it, not completely isolating the curse of the sky, but also making the two of them a little relieved, the little guy of the worm mother turned around and threw a grateful look at the fox Ling'er, and then the ferocity rose again, and continued to rush to kill, and the fox Ling'er, who followed the worm mother and swept over, was more and more sad at the moment, and the powerful isolation of the curse of the sky was not as easy as it seemed for her, not only sweating on her forehead, frowning, and even clenching her teeth, and if you look closely, you can see that her body is trembling unconsciously。

The ears heard the screams of the little insect mother, and the movement of one person and one insect was also glimpsed in the corner of his eye, Ye Zhuo knew their situation, and he was anxious but it was difficult to take care of it, until he saw a burst of green mang, the two seemed to have a lot of relief, and they were relieved, but the heaviness in his heart did not diminish much, and the current situation was very bad.

Between a few ups and downs, the robe on Ye Zhuo's body has become a ragged and rotten clothes, revealing blood marks one after another, horizontal and vertical, although it is not deep, but for Ye Zhuo, it is already an extremely serious result, others are not clear, but Ye Zhuo himself understands that scratching himself is not the white shadow flying spear itself at all, but its qi, and the qi is turned into substance, even if he urges the sun-chasing trend with all his strength, he will definitely not be able to do this, and Ye Zhuo knows more clearly that he is really going to be hit by the flying spear, even if it is just a light sweep, it is definitely seriously injured。

What's even more troublesome is that in the shouts of several clan puppets over there, the momentum of the flying spear behind him is getting stronger and stronger, and the speed is getting faster and faster, and if it goes on like this, it won't take too long, and he can't even dodge like now, and once he is injured, the situation will only get worse.

Ye Zhuo's worries were soon fulfilled, and a group of clan puppets over there roared again, and the flying spear that was already as fast as lightning instantly became a little faster, and it could have been avoided, but at most, Ye Zhuo, who was drawn a bloodstain by the qi like a substance as before, was unable to react, and was not able to completely avoid it, and his shoulder was directly cut by the tip of the spear A hole more than half a foot long, and the essence blood containing a strong spirit yuan flavor spurted out directly, not spilled everywhere, and circled like a blood-colored vortex and submerged into the white shadow of the flying spear.

The flying spear that devoured the essence blood seemed to have eaten something great, and suddenly its momentum increased violently, and it continued to chase and kill Ye Zhuo.

A ray of horror flashed again, Ye Zhuo Ye Zhuo could only continue to urge the wind and thunder wings to dodge again, but found that his movements were a little slower than before, although only a little, if it wasn't for his keen sense, he might not even notice, but the impact was fatal, after a turn and another blood mark on it, Ye Zhuo hurriedly looked inward, and then couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart.

Finally failed to dodge being hit by the flying spear, the skin and flesh were turned over, and the loss of essence and blood was still secondary, which also made Ye Zhuo really frightened, there was also a gloomy and inexplicable ferocious force that rushed directly into the body along the wound, wreaking havoc all over the body, the most troublesome thing was that this xenomorphic force not only raged the meridians, but also affected the circulation of his true yuan, which was a little heavier than normal, and just now Ye Zhuo noticed that the movement was a little slower, and the source was here.

At other times, this bit of xenomorph power is naturally nothing, as long as his true yuan circulates for a week, it is enough to suppress them and even refine them, but at this moment, where does Ye Zhuo have such an opportunity, he can't avoid it with all his strength as soon as he rushes to kill the flying spear behind his back, not to mention urging the heart method with all his heart, even if it is just a slight pause, a little distraction may cause him to be seriously injured and killed.

Thoughts turned in an instant, and in an instant, Ye Zhuo felt the wisp of killing intent and coldness that had almost touched the skin on his back, and Zhen Yuan suddenly froze for a minute, and Ye Zhuo, who was about to turn around, trembled slightly in the middle of the flight, but in an instant, it was between life and death.

From the moment he sensed the power of the flying spear, Ye Zhuo didn't plan to fight with it, in the face of the attack and killing techniques displayed by a few puppet people, it was really not cost-effective to fight for his life, Ye Zhuo only thought that he could survive for a while, wait for them to be exhausted, and wait for the flying spear to attack and kill a little weaker before making plans.

At this moment, I found that I still underestimated the seemingly simple, but in fact extremely domineering power of the flying spear, or I still subconsciously overestimated my own strength, and I didn't have the ability to drag it until the flying spear was weak.

Realizing that he would definitely not be able to continue to drag on like this, Ye Zhuo's expression was fierce, and he urged Zhenyuan to gather on his back with all his might, and the essence and blood all over his body also surged over as if it was boiling. Originally, Ye Zhuo couldn't make up his mind, he felt that it was not worth it, but now his life was at stake, but he had to do so, all of this was just to freeze the tip of the spear slightly, and then desperately injured to destroy this flying spear first, without waiting for the final result, Ye Zhuo also knew that even if he could really get his wish, he would be seriously injured, and even if he was injured to the point that it was not necessary at all, I don't know if the Xuanhuang Three Sect Skill will be able to recover in the future.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed in Ye Zhuo's mind, and at the same time, he also felt a wisp of cold piercing his skin, all kinds of skills, rolling true yuan, just this point, it can be compared with a medium-grade or even high-grade magic weapon spirit armor, but it is still as Ye Zhuo predicted earlier, there is no way to completely stop the power of the flying spear, just let it slow down a little, but it is still stabbing towards his chest and abdomen.

The body turned slightly, avoiding the vital point in the chest, and did not let his heart be directly pierced, Ye Zhuo was only able to do that, but the next thing was far beyond Ye Zhuo's control, he wanted to fight for serious injuries to stop the flying spear, but he found that the white shadow after absorbing his essence blood again was faster, and his power was even better, and he had already pierced out one by one without waiting for his hand to reach out.

Feeling that there was an extra hole in his back to his chest, more gloomy and ferocious power seemed to explode, and instantly raged along the meridians and flesh everywhere, and the true yuan became more and more stagnant, and Ye Zhuo's eyes were gray.

"The master will actually die here? This can be regarded as a soul returning to his hometown. ”

As long as the flying spear turns around again, there is no possibility for him to dodge, Ye Zhuo, who has fallen into the place of death, has a bitterness in his heart, and muttered, but soon, Ye Zhuo realized that something was wrong, and when he muttered, a group of puppet people who were being attacked and killed by the little guy of the worm mother also let out a shout at the same time, the shouting was nothing, and the most important thing was that with their loud shout, the flying spear did not come towards them again, but it shattered with a snap, turned into an independent white spear again, and fell back into their hands。