The words were mixed with extremely heavy fluctuations, and when a word was spoken, it seemed that the temperature around them had cooled a little.

The strong aura in the blood god vortex was all absorbed by Tang Ming at this time, but Tang Ming's physical body could not withstand the oppression of such aura, so Tang Ming poured all the surging aura absorbed into his own aura essence, as a result, Tang Ming's aura essence has been extremely amazingly growing, only to see that in the abyss that was hit out by the blood god vortex, a right hand covered under the black armor poked out again, and the arm under the armor has been filled with blood-red aura, and the whole has become swollen, but this swelling feeling is different from bloated, but it looks like a perennial fitness person, it looks smartPowerful.

And in the palm of the right hand, there is a long spear phantom with a length of more than 30 meters, the spear is pitch black, the tip of the spear is carved with flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the strange rocks are craggy, as if the mountains and rivers in this world are engraved on this strange rock, giving people a feeling of creation, and the gun body on the other side is also engraved with the extremely mysterious heaven and earth Xuanqing, the picture and text of the universe.

However, the only thing that everyone at the scene could see clearly was this, and what the ghost gun really covered was really not what they could understand now.

The only thing they could see was the infinite black shadows and the shaking fluctuations of the heart.

"So, what's that!"

It was as if there was an invisible spell enveloping everyone's bodies, but everyone who was shrouded in this aura was confused for a while, and the disciples who were slightly worse in their hearts even fainted directly to the ground.

What's even more deadly is that the formless and phaseless fluctuations emitted from the black spear are actually devouring the light of merit on the Buddha's body, and at the same time, it is also devouring the law power on the Taoist's body.

After cultivating for almost a hundred years, the abbot of Dajue has never encountered this situation at all, is it true that he has the power to be able to devour all the light of merit?

He closed his eyes and carefully felt the dark spear phantom in Tang Ming's aura in his hand, and then frowned, wrong, it was not that Tang Ming's aura was absorbing the nearby aura, or the light of merit, but that the aura around him was following a cycle, constantly attaching to Tang Ming's body, and that feeling, as if the black spear had become the belonging of the aura at this moment.

"Pretend, it's just the end of the strong crossbow, a blood god vortex can't be crushed, I don't believe you can withstand a second time!" Wang Ping roared on the battle platform, roaring frantically while running the aura on his body again, this moment all the aura gathered above his head, and after two snaps of his fingers, another huge blood god vortex quickly took shape on Wang Ping's head.

Following Wang Ping's madness, he twisted his body and galloped in the direction of Tang Ming.

"Die!"

It's a pity that this time, Tang Ming didn't continue to be indifferent, only to see Tang Ming stepping on the opposite station

The ruins of the platform, the huge aura phantom wrapped around his body trembled, and finally, the black spear in his hand pierced into the sky.

Before the black spear phantom arrived, it had already spread into the sky with an incomparably strong wind, stimulating bursts of extremely irregular discharges from the thunderclouds that gathered together in the sky.

In the next second, there were countless thunderbolts, countless thunderbolts as thick as waist rods smashed on the sad earth, the earth trembled, countless strange birds in the forest scattered and fled, and there were unknown monsters in the depths of the sky that gradually cooled down with a deafening roar.

At this moment, the whole sadness seems to be caught in an endless cycle of destruction.

"Oops, it looks like the time is coming!" Xing Cai'er's eyes immediately shrank, and she turned her head to look at the old nun behind her, and sure enough, at this time, the old nun, the great monk of Qingshui Temple, were all looking solemnly at the abbot of Dajue who was sitting on the ground!

Finally, Tang Ming's black spear phantom pierced through the Blood God Vortex, just like a pitch-black mouth, and it swallowed the Blood God Vortex that Wang Ping had condensed again in just one bite.

"Babble......" The blood god vortex was swallowed again, and at this moment, the breath on Wang Ping's body suddenly wilted, his body trembled, he looked up at Tang Ming, and said: "Little, little junior brother, I admit defeat, you win!"

But Wang Ping's voice was not even transmitted out, and it was annihilated in the endless whirlwind.

"Go to the end of hell and repent, then again, you are still the first monk to be stabbed by the ghost spear, I am very curious, I want to see, what will happen to this person who was stabbed by the phantom of the ghost spear?" At this time, Tang Ming's smile that was originally like a warm sun fell on Tang Ming's face, just like the hideous smile of the hell imp, terrifying, cold.

"Stop, stop! I admit defeat, I admit ......" If there was no coverage of the aura nature, I am afraid that the current senior brother Wang Ping would have knelt down for Tang Ming a long time ago.

It's a pity that Tang Ming has never been a soft-hearted person, and the black spear phantom pierced Wang Ping's aura essence at this moment, and in an instant, it pierced through Wang Ping's aura essence and fell on Wang Ping's body.

Wang Ping's screams stopped abruptly, at this moment Wang Ping's eyes rolled upward, his body continued to twitch, and the strange thing was that the aura that was entangled in Wang Ping's body also twitched together.

Then, as time passed, the aura essence wrapped around Wang Ping's body began to shrink, but in just a few moments, the original aura essence of thirty meters in size shrank to only half of its original size.

This kind of absorption continued for a long time, but after two more snaps of his fingers, Wang Ping's aura began to shrink rapidly, and it changed from the original size of fifteen meters to the current size of more than two meters.

In the end, it was completely integrated into Wang Ping's body, and after such a violent absorption, everyone thought that all this should be calmed down, but this was not as long as the darkness

The gun penetrated into Wang Ping's body, and as time passed, Wang Ping's body began to shrink, and the originally full muscles had contracted in a blink of an eye.

Like a mummy that has been dried, it opens its mouth and spits out its tongue, and its eyes are sunken and look extremely distorted and terrifying.

"Little brute, don't stop yet!" the third uncle's eyes immediately shrank, and it could feel that under the black spear, Wang Ping's vitality was passing rapidly at an extremely perverted speed.

He couldn't help but shoot directly. All the aura that was running itself was fused on his right hand, and on the palm of his right hand, a rune with golden light pulsed wildly.

Facing Tang Ming's huge aura nature, he was forced down with a palm: "Let me go!"

The Third Master Uncle really didn't lose being a powerhouse in the Huading realm, but as soon as he made a move, a large black crack directly appeared in the space above Tang Ming's wrist, and then the huge arm hidden under the black spear was directly slashed down.

The arm under the black armor trembled wildly, as if it had a feeling that it was about to fall to the ground.

But when the third uncle turned around, he almost fell to the ground, and the arm on his wrist that had just been cut off by himself opened a huge crack, and in the crack, the black mist was frantically entangled, and finally closed together.

"Over-speed regeneration?" The third uncle was almost scared to death, over-speed regeneration, it can't be wrong, it's definitely over-speed regeneration. Even if what he had just cut off was only the aura essence that was wrapped around Tang Ming's body, but if he wanted to recover it quickly at such a fast speed, it was absolutely impossible, unless, unless it was the legendary Tiangang Demon, could it be that this kid called "Bifang" was really not a human, but a demon beast?

Tang Ming narrowed his eyes, and the ghost spear phantom in his hand turned, and then there was infinite aura that was sucked into Tang Ming's body again.

"Stop!" At this moment, the third uncle didn't care so much. There are golden marks on both hands, and he began to push his hands continuously, and the sharp slash cut off the feet of the spiritual energy, but no matter how the third uncle cut off Tang Ming's feet and cut off Tang Ming's hands, the spear in Tang Ming's hand still absorbed Wang Ping's aura reluctantly, no, to be precise, not only Tang Ming's aura, the powerful absorption force was like an iron hook, framing the deepest things in his body, together with Wang Ping's vitality and the devoured earth evil qi were pulled out together, greedily inhaling into the endless black vortex, shattering it and turning it into ashes！

Wang Ping also lost the dignity of a man at this last moment as if he had grasped the last straw, and yelled at the third uncle on the side: "Shizun, save me!"

The third uncle was in a hurry. A golden slash of light rushed straight towards Tang Ming's head!

"I've said it all, let you go!"

In the aura nature, Tang Ming moved to the left, very keen

Dodging the fatal neck, the golden slash light went straight into the sky along the arm, and in an instant, the right half of Tang Ming's body was cut off.

"Tang Ming!?" In a hurry, Xing Caier directly called out Tang Ming's real name.

And in the team of the two Zen Temples, the body of the seventh uncle suddenly appeared, pulling out a black crack in the sky on one side, and the other half had already appeared in front of Tang Ming, and the backhand palm was engraved on the third uncle's chest, just one palm was to beat the third uncle and vomit blood and fly out.

"Can't you find death?" Uncle Seven's words were obviously full of murderous intent, and Uncle Seven, who had been indulging in the wine shop for so many years, was actually angry today?

The aura entangled in Tang Ming's body was slightly illusory, and he slowly raised his head.

Wang Ping swore that he had never seen such a hideous smile.

"Senior Brother Wang Ping, I said, even if the Buddha comes today, he can't save you!" Then Tang Ming moved quickly in the aura essence, and the moment Tang Ming's aura disappeared, his palm was attached to Wang Ping's chest.

(End of chapter)

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