The posture of the teacher is chic, gentle and elegant, talking extraordinary, talking cordially with the town of Ming, ignoring the thousands of demon gods and water ghosts on the side, as if he doesn't care, this attitude suddenly makes the water ghosts who are blocked by the attack angry, the evil spirit around the body is agitated, and the demon eyes are bright red as blood;

"Roar! Ignorant people, if this seat is a good match, how can you stop me! ”

The water ghost roared angrily, simply withdrew the demon's bloody demon feet, took a step back, the thundercloud vortex above his head, covered in endless thunder and lightning, a pair of demon claws clenched into fists, and smashed down in the air against the two people who were talking.

"Brother Dao laughed! Saving! Don't forget! This fang is ferocious, and I hope that Daoist friends will deal with it carefully! ”

When Zhen Ming heard this, he hurriedly explained, for fear that Zhen Wen would carelessly underestimate the enemy, and fell into the way of the demon god and water ghost;

"It doesn't matter! That's it! Taoist friends can heal with peace of mind! Let's wait for the poor road, and weigh the catties of this magic barrier! ”

When Zhenwen heard this, he didn't care, talked and laughed, calmly reached into his arms, took out two bottles of pills, handed them to Zhen Ming, turned around in a chic manner, threw off his robe, and had an extra white jade brush in his hand, cutting his fingertips, using blood as ink, using the void as paper, and the pen as a dragon and snake, and swaying with affection;

Four kinds of supernatural and extraordinary flowers, growing wildly, releasing mysterious divine energy, when the water ghost's fist was approaching, it turned into a wall of flowers on its own, blocking the water ghost's attack in the air, and the flower branches and vines spread towards his arm along the huge iron fist of the water ghost, as if to take root on it;

"The poor road can see this place, there are heroic souls lurking, bones buried, murderous surrounding, the battle is high-pitched, the heart has a feeling, compose a poem, please appreciate, the shortcomings, please also tell us bluntly, you can help the poor road, study the sea, and cultivate diligently, you should repay today's kindness!"

Zhenwen raised his eyes and looked around, his whole body was heroic and upright, rising to the sky, setting off his seemingly small figure, setting off the incomparably high, I saw him speak loudly, reciting the poems he wrote, with a mysterious rhythm, vaguely, it seems to fit some kind of heaven and earth avenue, the law is reasonable;

"Remnant Cavalry Splitting Armor Dancing Sword!"

The sound of Zheng Zheng, full of killing atmosphere, a tragic breath, in response to the sound, turned into smoke, lingering between the world and the world, like a dream, in the fog, the picture of the two armies fighting, swords dancing, crazy fighting, Jin Ge Iron Horse, vertical and horizontal battlefield;

"The blood-stained battlefield is not broken!"

The sound of the surging battle spirit led to the picture in the fog, which evolved rapidly, the stumps and broken arms flew sideways, the chariots were torn apart, the arrows rained down, killing a large number of soldiers, the generals roared, the war horses neighed, the mourning was everywhere, the blood flowed like a river, and countless heroic souls rose from the bones and roared in the sky;

"Horse leather shroud buries lonely gall!"

In the desolate and gloomy voice, the war is over, the curtain is over, thousands of miles of territory, countless dead and wounded, the defeated army is dead, the victor is victorious, and he retreats in a hurry, leaving countless wounded and disabled people wailing, waiting for death, countless heroic souls, with empty eyes and expressionless faces, looking into the distance;

"Who pays tribute to the loyal bones of the heroic soul!"

The river of blood is dry, overgrown with weeds, and countless flying eagles and vultures are hovering in the air, chirping happily, spreading their wings and falling down, feasting, devouring the flesh and blood of the deceased, and the dense heroic souls, like stars in the night sky, numbly looking at their own bones, devoured by wild beasts;

Time turns, the years fly by, the world changes, the vicissitudes of life, leaving countless heroic souls in vain, wandering in the endless wasteland, like a wounded wolf, making a terrible roar in the moonlight, as if questioning, more like venting the unwillingness in the heart, the soul of sorrow is flowing with blood and tears;

"How is this song "Sacrifice to the Spirits?"

As Zhenwen's voice fell, Zhen Ming, who swallowed the pill, his injuries improved, and his mana recovered, before he could answer, he heard the demon god water ghost, let out a heaven-shattering roar, and involuntarily, raised his head, and heard the sound;

"Roar!"

The demon god water ghost, struggling violently, roaring, rolling sound waves, raging wildly in the endless high altitude, and even the thundercloud whirlpool was shocked by this roar, tumbling, shaking violently, thunder and lightning all over the sky, and even stagnating a few breaths, which shows the power of the demon god water ghost;

"Woohoo!"

Qianzhang Demon God, raised his head, opened his bloody mouth, exposed his hideous fangs, opened his mouth and sucked, swallowed most of the thunder and lightning in the sky, and introduced it into his abdomen for refining, and there was a burst of violent thunder and lightning sparks around his body, but the water ghost ignored it, turned the hideous demon head low, and aimed at the four strange flowers;

"Poof!"

The endless evil qi, accompanied by the dark green yin evil thunder and lightning, was spit out on the four strange flowers by the demon god water ghost, and the evil qi eroded wildly, reducing the strange power on the flowers, and the yin evil thunder and lightning shattered the flower branches and vines inch by inch, scattered everywhere, and dissipated into ashes;

"Where is the heroic soul? Ruoer and others help the poor to destroy the demons! The poor way is to wait for you to be excessive, and send you to wait for the reincarnation of the dead! How is it? ”

Zhenwen faced the broken flower wall, but still treated it indifferently, with a serious expression, and opened his mouth indifferently, as if he was summoning the heroic soul here, and at the same time, the blood-colored words floating in the void quickly absorbed the Haoran righteousness around him, turned into Dao Xuanguang, and flew into the mist;

"Kill! ~”

Countless heroic souls, drilled out of the ground, were pulled by the mighty righteousness that filled the heavens and the earth, rushed into the mist, condensed their bodies, transformed into blades, and rose into the air frantically, rushing towards the thousand zhang demon gods, faintly, as if there was a high-pitched shouting of the battle to kill;

"Carving insect skills! Dare to be ugly! Now I only need to survive the thunder tribulation, and I can achieve great success, so let you jumping clowns, see in advance, the magic power of the demon god Shui Xuan, can die under the divine power of the ancient evil beast, and you will not be in vain! Hey..."

The water ghost laughed wildly, in order to use the thunder tribulation to refine the bloodline in his body, he wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate the miscellaneous blood and refine the bloodline, so as to be able to return to the bloodline and turn into a demon god, so the magic power that can be used is limited, but now he is really angry, and he plans to kill the two of them first;

"Humble heroic souls, ant-like existences, in ancient times, you were just food for evil beasts and demons, and you dared to wave your sword at me, I don't know what to do, since this is the case, then let you be wiped out in the true spirit, and by the way, increase some cultivation! Hey..."

The demon god Shui Qi sneered, laughed angrily, looking at those heroic souls who were desperate to go forward and follow, even if they were scattered by the evil spirit, they still did not give up, and they were not afraid of death, bent down, leaned forward slightly, opened their bloody mouths, and repeated their skills;

"Woohoo!"

The endless evil qi condensed in the mouth of the demon god Shui Xuan, turning into an evil whirlpool, deriving a terrifying suction, like a demonic beast absorbing water, swallowing all the countless heroic souls who rushed madly into his stomach, and then smacked his lips with satisfaction, with a strange smile;

The demon god Shui Qian looked at Zhen Ming who was full of astonishment, and laughed strangely, Zhen Wen looked at the demon god Shui Yan who was laughing wildly, his eyes were a little stunned, but more contemptuous, and he didn't seem to be worried about the safety of those heroic souls. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info