How long is a minute in Chapter 145?

Magical powers. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As a rising star of the Underworld Sect, Chen Sihan doesn't know much about ghosts and supernatural powers, but this does not prevent the legend of ghost supernatural powers from entering her ears.

The peak realm of the Xuantian Realm is only one step away from the Apocalypse Realm.

Even if it is said that the ghost and god power is the supreme powerhouse in the world below the immortal god, no one can refute it.

The Ghost Divine Power was originally just a Dao ghost, but by chance, he cultivated some kind of mysterious technique, and became the peak cultivator of the Xuantian Realm, because he was the body of a ghost, which caused him to have a lot of convenience in his actions in the world.

Creating a ghost trading house is the greatest achievement of ghost and god power.

When the Ghost God Trading House was at its peak, it once alarmed the Three Realms, even the immortals would come here to trade, and even all kinds of innate spirit treasures would appear in the Trading House!

Later, the Tongtian Futu was broken, and the ghost and god trading house that controlled many treasures became even more famous.

The terrifying aspect of the cultivation of the Ghost Power is not just his realm.

But......

Velocity!

The black shadow flashed, and Chen Sihan had already raised twelve points of vigilance, but she still didn't react, and she was punched in the lower abdomen.

The force of the fist is not heavy.

But it's sticky.

Instead of knocking her body away, it stuck to her body, and a steady stream of power poured from the fists of the ghosts and spirits, pouring into her body like a tide.

The sea of qi in the abdomen is broken in an instant!

A hideous hole was blasted out of her abdomen!

A surging aura poured out of the hole.

"You're too weak, Mystic Law Realm? It must be some kind of secret method that forcibly elevates your cultivation to this realm, right? Your foundation is too frivolous to stop me. ”

After the fist, the figure of the ghost and the god was revealed, and he seriously injured Chen Sihan with one punch and abolished his qi sea, he had a sense of accomplishment.

The first of the younger generation of the Cult?

It seems like that's just that!

The mad woman's vision of the Sect Master's eyes is getting worse and worse!

Chen Sihan was very aware of his physical condition, the sea of qi was abolished, all the muscles and veins around his body were crushed by the power of ghosts and supernatural powers, and even his bones were torn and scarred.

She was already a cripple.

But she was not discouraged, forcibly swallowed the blood in her throat, she raised her sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled: "I only need to give him a minute, it will be enough." ”

Burst!

A black dragon slammed through its chest from behind the ghostly power, sticking its head out of its chest!

The dragon's slender body didn't stop there, after it broke open the ghost's chest, it once again swung its dragon horns into the ghost's lower abdomen and drilled out from its back!

The Eight Poles Swimming Dragon, which can break through the boundary, seems to be threading a needle and thread, and has made several holes in the body of the ghost and spirit!

The black dragon soul body remained in the hole, like a clue that had been sewn up.

Ghost powers frowned!

Although this kind of injury could not cause him fatal damage, the super magic weapon of the Eight Extremes Wandering Dragon still imprisoned his cultivation and ability, making him unable to break free for a while.

"You think that's going to trap me? Do you think wisdom is useful? In the face of absolute strength, any cleverness is in vain! The ghost sneered: "Besides, do you know how long a minute is?" ”

His body began to shimmer with a mysterious luster, and ghost-shaped formations surged in his body, his body was expanding, and his flesh cracked through the cracks, and from the cracks, it could be seen that a pitch-black body was about to break out of the cocoon.

The evil god is proud of the world.

The evil god dharma body with ghostly powers!

"Roar!"

The Eight Extremes Wandering Dragon was unbearable by the magic circle, and opened its mouth to let out bursts of dragon groans, and the pitch-black scales on its body fell a lot.

How long is a minute?

The Eight Extremes Wandering Dragon was almost broken, and Chen Sihan's divine thoughts attached to the dragon soul were also seriously traumatized, and more blood gushed out of his throat, especially the wound hole in the lower abdomen, the black evil qi could no longer block it, and the bright red blood soaked the fiery red dress.

She laughed, "One minute, it should be a long time." ”

The slender little jade hand slowly raised and tapped at the Eight Extremes Swimming Dragon, and the blood gushing out of her abdomen rose rapidly, receiving some kind of traction, condensing a six-pointed star array in front of her.

The blood-red demonic six-pointed star struck into the Xuankong above at an extremely fast speed.

When the eight-pole dragon ascended, he looked up to the sky and roared.

The six-pointed star array rotated, driving the heaven and earth to be out of phase, even if this was a shattered space superimposed by countless illusions, there were endless black blood clouds surging!

In the blood cloud, the illusion of the god of the underworld was revealed, a swarthy monster with six hands and six arms, and six weapons of swords, guns, swords, halberds, and clubs.

Chen Sihan's body rolled his eyes upward, like a kite with a broken thread, falling to the ground, as if he had died.

"Soul Shifting Dafa? How long do you think you can stop me even if you sacrifice your life? ”

The ghost sneered, at this moment he had completely gotten rid of the shackles of his body, the evil god law body condensed out, he was as black as ink, his body was covered with armor scales, he grabbed the eight-pole dragon with his big hand, and tore it out of his chest, as if carrying an earthworm, and the other hand also reached out, forcefully, the black eight-pole dragon tore him in half and threw it on the ground.

The illusion of the god of the underworld in the air raised an arm, and a cold iron broadsword slashed down, carrying the power of annihilation.

"Even if your body comes here, I'm not afraid, let alone just a doppelganger phantom?"

Unafraid, the ghost power raised his big hand, and the shadow of the sword fell on his arm, and it shattered, and he took two steps out, and he had already flown from the ground to the sky, and came to the front of the illusion of the underworld.

A hand reached out, and he grabbed the phantom's throat.

The rest of the Phantom's arms swung their weapons and touched the Ghost Avatar, but only sparks and clanging sounds came out, and they couldn't do him the slightest damage.

The ghost god used all his strength to pinch off the head of the phantom of the underworld!

The black evil quickly dissipated, and the incomparable phantom of the god of the underworld was shattered, and in the palm of the ghost and god power, it was a bright primordial god.

"Do you know how long a minute is?" The ghost asked with a smile.

Genshin couldn't answer.

Because the primordial spirit is only a collection of divine thoughts and Taoism, and has no physical functions, how can it be vocalized?

He looked down at the idol and Zhou Shao's body underground, and saw countless bright lights emerging from the idol's body, pouring into Zhou Shao's body, he knew that the idol was carrying out the last wave of blows to Zhou Shao's divine sea, and the idol Li Hao was about to take control of Zhou Shao's body.

"Actually, you know that Zhou Xiaoshao can never be the opponent of the gods. This idol is called Li Hao, a Shinto that survived from the primeval period, and was rescued from the ground by me and hidden in the forest of mysterious ghosts. He has the power of the immortals, no matter how strong Zhou Xiaoshao is, can he still resist the immortals? ”

"If you're so smart, tell me, why are you fighting with me for this so-called minute?"

"You don't even know how long a minute is."

"I don't know, but I can guess that a minute must be so long that you don't have time to wait for him to wake up."

The ghost sneered contemptuously and clenched his palms hard.

He wants to crush this primordial god!

He suddenly realized that his palm was frozen by a mysterious force!