"Hehe, bone blast technique, small technique ear. ”

The gray-robed Taoist looked at the thirty-seven haze that rose into the sky, the haze was mixed with blood, broken meat, stumps, armor fragments and bone chips, although the black and white yin and yang old man had ordered the white bone puppets to dodge in advance, but the large group of white bone puppets in the black and white were not only owned by him, but the white bone puppets of the others had obviously become those poor fat fish who "caught fire at the city gate and affected the pond fish".

With disdain, the gray-robed Taoist only glanced at it a few times.

Although he has only been in this White Bone Dao for a few years, he has learned most of the techniques and secrets in the White Bone Dao Sect, and the bone explosion technique and other outdated things are at most a folk firework to help the fun.

In comparison, it was the towering ghost willow that caught his attention even more and aroused a bit of rare interest.

After all, even he didn't want to learn the evil technique of "Cultivating the Body Ghost Willow Sutra".

"Boy, in the face of your Holy Clan grandfather, you still dare to be distracted, %¥#&*+):》......&. ”

The first half of the two-headed and four-armed Asura in front of him was still talking about Gu Zhao's words, and the second half of the sentence completely became the national scolding of the Asura language.

Literally translated, it is probably a little girl's skin, I will do your mother, and I will do it until I die!

Each of the four arms held a long-handled blood axe, a blood bone spear, a giant machete, and a wolf's tooth blood stick, and they all smashed towards Shang Luo, the spear first stabbed from above, then the blood axe on the left, the bone spear on the right, and finally the giant machete in the center.

The order of the four weapons was slightly sequential, but it did not appear chaotic, almost all of Shang Luo's dodging directions and routes were taken into account, and his wrists trembled, and it seemed that he could change his moves at any time.

And once Shang Luo retreated backwards, unfortunately, there was a group of Asura's spear arrays in the rear.

The tip of the blood-colored bone spear flashed with a blood-colored cold light, and there seemed to be some dark red stains that had accumulated for a long time, and those stains were the traces left by the Northern Hades Legion sweeping the blood beasts and demon beasts.

The overwhelming ferocity was mixed with the bloody smell that was about to vomit, and when ordinary monks faced this experience, they were afraid that they would immediately become afraid, lose their minds, and be poisoned.

However, for Shang Luo, who cultivated the [Tyrant Sword] and the [White Bone Mound], this level of ferocity was far from the moment when he frowned.

To be honest, most of the people who are facing this kind of encirclement now blame himself.

Because killing the Asura was too easy, he unknowingly rushed into the depths of the Asura camp.

Of course, it wasn't just him, about thirty-five miles to the left, the blood tumor monster with bandages all over his body was also besieged by countless Asuras like him.

Burst.

On the blade, spiritual power gushed out, and then black and red qi was attached, Shang Luo raised his hand, and a sword qi of dozens of zhang slashed out.

With the upgrade of [Overlord Knife] to LV2, the killer weapon of [One Knife Eternal Night] is usually unusable, but the benefits of upgrading are not only [One Knife Eternal Night].

The attack of the sword-holding ability × 600%, which means that his attack ability when holding the knife has skyrocketed, and the consumption of 1 point makes him hit 6 times the attack.

This kind of increase can't be said to have increased his strength by such a high multiple, but it did greatly contribute to his lethality.

The chilling black and red sword qi suddenly flew out, and suddenly cut this asura in half, and at the same time, behind this two-handed and four-armed asura, there were also a large number of ordinary asura who died tragically.

Emptying the Miscellaneous Soldiers, it's that simple.

The gray mist descended, like a hungry wolf rushing towards those miserable Asuras, if it was just the white bone mound of the black and white yin and yang old men and others, it was actually difficult to transform these flesh-and-blood Asuras into white bone puppets in a short time.

However, after Shang Luo's [White Bone Tomb] was upgraded to LV4, the transformation time of the white bone golem was reduced by 90%, coupled with the amazing growth rate of his ghost mist, with just a few breaths, a large number of white bone golems stood up from the lying corpse.

“*... ￥@）*&（）*...%（）。 ”

“%￥@&*——。 ”

“￥#%&*+#@！%*&。 ”

The classic national scolding belonging to the Asuras was endless, watching the tragically dead clansmen turn into blood-colored skeletons and fight with themselves and others, and a large number of Asuras spat fragrant mouths full of grief and indignation.

His eyes were about to breathe fire, and his expression became more and more tyrannical, as if he was going to tear Shang Luo alive in the next moment.

With these freshly baked Asura White Bone Puppets, Shang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, paying attention to the surrounding battlefield for a while, beware of an Asura sneak attack, and focusing on the four directions, observing the movements of the surrounding "temporary teammates who may face each other at any time".

The remaining seven are distracted, and four are on guard against the unknown enemy.

Shang Luo didn't forget who took his guillotine from, the ghost had its own sense at twelve o'clock, and when the distance was far away, this sense was relatively weak and easy to shield, but by now, he could clearly feel the evil and treacherous aura of eleven same origins.

According to the classics, once the twelve o'clock ghost array is formed, inside the large array, the twelve hour ghosts can attack at any time and at any time, without the need to stick to the rule that a single hour ghost can only attack in a single hour, and can even manipulate time to a certain extent.

If Shang Luo stood in the perspective of that unknown enemy, he would definitely choose to attack him first, so as to recover the noon ghost and make the twelve o'clock ghost complete.

As for the last distraction, he was guarding against the Yin Eclipse King who had not yet appeared.

According to his estimate, what this old yin beep temple said, I don't know how much it is credible, and the credibility is low, which means that there are other plans, and the credibility is high, then this old yin beep is a madman who is not afraid of death, comparable to a time bomb-like character, no matter which one it is, it is worthy of his deep guard.

Although he cheated and encountered two major opportunities on the way to practice, Shangwu and Kongzang Mountain, his cultivation time was still short after all, and he only had more than a year, how could he dare to despise the accumulation of hundreds of years of others?

Bang bang......

At this moment, the hemotumor monster with bandages all over its body seemed to be finally exhausted, and its strength was exhausted, dozens of weapons were inserted all over its body, and the monster roared unwillingly, and immediately fell.

At this moment, the filthy pus and blood flowing out of the stabbed blood tumors "snorted" and vaporized, first the blood mist, and then the blood mist faded, and it gradually evolved into a miserable green smoke, and the smoke quickly spread to the surroundings, like a fierce beast that chooses "Luo" and wants to devour.

"Retreat. ”

The two-headed and four-armed Asura suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and immediately raised his throat and shouted a reminder to the surroundings.

However, at the moment when he shouted, he suddenly felt that his feet were weak, and the hundreds of Asuras beside him opened their mouths and looked at him with a hint of horror in their eyes.

What's going on?

My mind was full of doubts.

Poof.

Before he fell to the ground, he caught a glimpse of his legs, which had been knotted and armored, and had been corroded into bones, which were now rapidly melting.

After more than a dozen breaths, the nearly 5,000 asuras, as well as the three-headed, double-headed and four-armed asuras, all turned into pus and blood, and those pus flowed towards a certain corpse from everywhere like a swimming fish that could be traced back to the source.

Pus and blood flowed from the shattered hematoma, and by the way, it corroded the handle of weapons stuck in the corpse to slag.

After another dozen breaths, the miserable green smoke dissipated, and in a large "clean" clearing, a monster covered with hematomas stood up again, wrapping a circle of bandages around his body.

"Should it be said that it is worthy of the White Bone Dao?"

Shang Luo blinked, sighed a little, and looked at the frightened Asura around him, he suddenly understood why the White Bone Dao was in the role of people shouting and beating in Zhao Land, even if it was the mainstay of resisting the ancient Zhao army on the side of the sect, there were still no sects that liked to be with the White Bone Dao, and the people of the White Bone Dao Sect rarely heard of the disciples of other sects.

Also, it is rare to meet a fellow disciple who does not use white bone puppets and ghosts, and it is even more evil than the fantasy version of the necromancer, which even makes the Asuras a little afraid, although these Asuras have long been imprisoned, and they have long since lost the courage of the ancient Asuras.

"You're still going to make a move?"

In the distance, the King of Asura, who was watching the battle, looked disgusted and even more angry.

"Wait. ”

The gray-robed Taoist in the gray mist chuckled.

"Hmph, this king promised to help you, but that doesn't mean you can stay out of the matter, look at this moment, how many clansmen have died in this king?"

In order to reduce the losses of his clansmen, he conspired with the tiger against his will.

But if the clansmen suffered too many casualties, which would go against his original intention, then why should he help this demon benefit here.

"If you don't make a move, don't blame me for withdrawing. The King of Asura lowered his voice, his voice full of anger, and threatened, "Anyway, their target is you. ”

"Your Majesty, there is a saying in Yunhuang, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and there is a saying that those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and there are so many dead and injured Asuras, if you retreat without any results, Your Majesty is afraid that the throne will not sit firmly, not to mention, the reason why he died here can only be said that the dead Asura is not good, sooner or later there may be a death, it is better to die for this seat, for Your Majesty, for the Asura family, wouldn't this be more meaningful?" The gray-robed Taoist raised his eyebrows and said lazily.

"This king shouldn't have cooperated with you in the morning. The King of Asura took a deep breath and said in a cold tone.

"Think about the future of the Asura clan, you have been trapped in this cage for I don't know how many years, right? Cooperation with this seat, once this seat becomes ten seats, it will definitely help you get free, and even in the future, it may help you find your way back to the Asura world, but it is not known?" The gray-robed Taoist casually drew a large cake, this large cake was not realistic, and even full of mistakes, but before he finished speaking, he had already heard a heavy gasp.

The Great World of Asura is the destination that every Asura desires the most.

Who would have imagined that these monstrous killing machines were actually just a bunch of hundreds of pounds of kids eager to go home?

"Do you know where the Holy Family's homeland is?"

The handsome Asura looked hesitant, with deep suspicion, he knew that the Taoist in front of him was most likely deceiving him, but returning to his hometown was indeed a great temptation, even if he could only know a few words about the location of his hometown, no matter how many deaths and injuries he had, it was worth it.

"To know, or not to know? The gray-robed Taoist smiled.

"I see. ”

Clenched his fists in humiliation, the handsome Asura's face sank, he whispered a few words, and beside him, nine three-headed and six-armed Asuras immediately rushed towards the center of the battlefield, and at the same time, the Asura armies in the east, south, and west also accelerated their pace and surrounded the center.

......

"The offensive is intensifying, are you in a hurry?"

Shang Luo slowly slashed out a sword qi and walked in this flesh and blood quagmire like a casual dispersion.

Dressed in a white robe, it is not stained with blood, and it is not stained.

His temporary teammates were too reliable, and he paddled with ease.

It's just that, although it is a stroke, his speed of slashing the enemy is not satisfied.

At present, it is second only to the black-and-white yin-yang-faced old man who "burst burst", and the blood tumor monster wrapped in bandages.

So far, although the Shura clan has suffered many casualties, their side is not completely unharmed.

The wolf feather who had been clamoring for him to dismount was besieged to death by thirteen double-headed and four-armed asuras in front of a stick of incense, and five of them had reached the third order.

Its ghost mist, Yin Domain, White Bone Puppet and Powerful Ghost were also easily taken over by Shang Luo, although the Shura Killing Realm is the crop land of the White Bone Dao, however, over the years, the White Bone Dao has been exploited in a controlled manner, trying to avoid the loss of this hard-won leek field, yes, there are not too many Asuras who have really seen the White Bone Dao monks.

And even if he has seen it, it is not easy to figure out the details of the White Bone Mound, otherwise Shang Luo may not be able to take over the Wolf Feather Inheritance so easily.

In addition to the wolf feathers, the alternative version of the "Nuwa descendants" with a bewitching upper body also had a tragic ending, and the group of rough men of Asura didn't know what it meant to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, not to mention that this otherworldly version of the "Nuwa descendants" did not fit the aesthetics of the Asura family.

"The benefits are moving. ”

Shang Luo sighed with emotion, in his opinion, whether it is Wolf Feather or this otherworldly version of the "Nuwa Descendant", the strength is indeed outstanding, one-on-one fighting, the two can beat his nominal subordinates Withered Sakura and Nogi to doubt life, beat to the point that they can't take care of themselves, and beat them to reincarnation, but with this strength alone, it is undoubtedly too difficult to participate in the battle for ten seats.

Not counting him, there are also old yin beeps like the Yin Eclipse King, as well as bone explosion masters like the black and white Yin and Yang old men, and the blood tumor monster wrapped in bandages, which one can kill an ordinary third-order like a pig slaughtering dog.

The White Bone Mound, this technique, has infinite potential and mystery, and contains the secret key to the fourth-order realm.

The early stage of cultivation is not too powerful, but the more you accumulate, the more terrifying it becomes.

If he hadn't been a hanger, he wouldn't have dared to come to the battle for ten seats at this time.

In the end, it is still tempting to be in the ten seats, so tempting that it is impossible to see the wisdom of the clean.

Everyone wants to be the fisherman who competes with the fisherman for profit, however, the truth is, the fisherman is not so easy to do.

In the chaotic war, the opportunity to pick up the leak is relatively large, but this is relatively large, in fact, it is still very small.

Especially even this group of asuras know how to pinch persimmons and pick up the soft ones first.