The willow maniac gritted his teeth, pulled out a short blade from Gao Tianliang's waist, and tore half of the sleeve of his coat, and tied the short blade slowly and firmly on his hand inch by inch.

In fact, when he reached the realm of cultivation like him, tying a knife with strips of cloth was purely superfluous and useless, but it clearly showed his mentality, and he used this most primitive fighting method on the earth to tie his fighting spirit back together.

Gao Tianliang also put away his usual indecent jokes, reached out and grabbed his waist, pulled out the wound medicine that he had just smeared, and threw it on the ground casually, even though the blood on his waist flowed sideways.

Gongsun Zhiqing saw the movements of the two of them clearly in the back, and her heart was stirring, could these people be the grassland tribe known as the lowest and weakest in the Central Continent? No! No way! These people who are with Ah Man have something indescribable and unclear about them, or a kind of spirit! A nation with this spirit will never let people eat it! It is destined to be a nation of heroes!

Thinking of this, Gongsun Zhiqing couldn't help but look back at Ah Man, who was purple all over, her eyes were full of reluctance, how much she hoped that Ah Man could wake up in time, as long as he woke up, everything would not be a problem!

In Ling Qingfeng's sea of knowledge, this moment is already a completely different situation.

The boundless green grassland on the original side, as well as the blue sky, were dyed with a strange dark purple.

The heavens and the earth change color, and the magic flow is crisscrossed! It was as if all that remained in his sea of consciousness was the giant purple flower that had been transformed by the King of the Dragon Catcher. "You should come to your senses! Don't struggle anymore! Let's be my nourishment! The old voice of the King of the Dragon Catcher kept ringing in my ears, and there was an irresistible magic in this voice, which was constantly consuming the will of man. As long as the mind is not firm, it will immediately be dragged into the abyss of never being reborn.

Ling Qingfeng hugged Yuan Shouyi. The consciousness is not dissolved, because he knows it very well. Before we find a way to crack it, we must not mess up, we must stick to the spiritual platform, keep the clouds open to see the sunrise, and keep the fire to refine the real gold!

Compared to the two powerhouses of the Dragon Catcher King and the Saint Scorpion Cherokee, Ling Qingfeng's Divine Sense was undoubtedly the weakest, but his Divine Sense was the strongest, like a dragon that could not be broken or boiled. A copper bowl of beans with a ringing bell and a hard erection.

No matter how the outside world changes, I will not move, there is a breeze blowing on the hills, and the moon shining on the river.

I don't know how long it took for Ling Qingfeng to suddenly move his thoughts, and an extremely bold idea came out. "If you want to defeat those two behemoths and get out of trouble, only you can be truly strong! Even if my spiritual power is restored to its peak, it is not comparable to a single finger of them, except for the divine sense. What else do I have? What else? What else? "And the flesh! Only by abandoning this body can we have a chance to defeat them! Ling Qingfeng's heart suddenly brightened, although he was suppressed in the body of the purple giant flower, in the body of the Spider King. But the home of this battle is actually in his sea of knowledge.

In other words, if his body is destroyed, the sea of consciousness will naturally dissipate. These consciousnesses that are struggling in the sea of consciousness will also disappear. "Good! Then I'll put some pressure on you! Take a gamble! Ling Qingfeng's heart moved, and he only felt that his whole body was hot.

He is already a master of the Dancing Sky Desperate Situation. The control of his own body is not strong, and the divine consciousness in this sea of consciousness moves. In a subconscious way, it immediately reacts to the body.

Ling Qingfeng, who was on the altar, suddenly shook his whole body, and his flesh and blood shrank rapidly, as if the water in his body had dried up, and his appearance was extremely terrifying. "Ahh Gongsun Zhiqing happened to see the changes in Aman's body at a glance, and she screamed in fright.

Her shout attracted the attention of everyone present to the altar and to Ling Qingfeng.

Liu Maniac and Gao Tianliang involuntarily turned their heads, and when they saw the terrifying appearance on Ling Qingfeng's body, their faces changed drastically at the same time.

The bearded Mu Dehai also saw the changes on the altar, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his face became cloudy. "That man is your companion, isn't he? Look at how concerned you are, he really weighs a lot in your hearts! What do you think? Do you want me to save it? As Mu Dehai spoke loudly, he choked and drew his waist knife and strode towards the altar.

Gongsun Zhiqing's heart was in turmoil, and when she saw this bearded man walking towards Aman, she didn't know whether to stop it or not.

At this time, within Ling Qingfeng's sea of knowledge, there was actually a new change. "Young human, I can't believe that you have more courage than I do! It was your courage that awakened me, and I had been under this ground for too long, too long! “

This is the voice of St. Scorpion Cherokee, and at this moment there is no longer the arrogance and arrogance in its voice, it sounds more of a kind of humility and compassion. "If destruction is the last thing, I'd rather perish with that dragon catcher! And you are qualified to continue to pass on the spirit of the Demon Soldier Summoning Beast! “

A golden soul mark shot at Ling Qingfeng's spiritual sense.

In an instant, a huge amount of information poured into Ling Qingfeng like a tide, becoming his memory.

100,000 years ago, the ancient sages used the power of miracles to open the space of the Innate Sanctuary and turn the war beast into a summoned beast of humans.

The higher the cultivation of human beings, the more powerful the war beasts obtained, and those most powerful human beings, after successfully summoning the high-level war beasts, deprived them of their main consciousness and refined them into powerful talisman armor, that is, the beast armor of later generations.

Humans are getting stronger and stronger, and the fate of the war beasts, especially the top war beasts, is becoming more and more miserable. The vast majority of them did not dare to resist, and could only choose to suppress their power and delay the fateful moment of turning into beast armor.

Finally, the brave of the several war beasts have reached a consensus that they will rebel against the tyranny of mankind, and they yearn for great strength and free souls.

However, under the siege of the human powerhouses, although they fought hard, they still failed! But they are not reconciled, unwilling to become the beast armor of humans, and continue to use them to suppress the rebels among the war beasts.

As a result, this powerful resentment turned the rebels among these war beasts into demon summoning beasts. They have been transformed into eight different weapons, and the blades of these peerless demon soldiers must be used to cut through the beast armor.

If the beast armor represents the strongest defense, then the true form of the Demon Soldier Summoning Beast is the sharpest blade in the world, representing the strongest attack.

"Inherit our will, go and break the shackles of fate, so that the souls of the war beasts can be truly liberated! Eight Demon Soldiers, the Final Soul Combined! ”

With this roar, the voice of St. Scorpion Cherokee completely dissipated in the sea of consciousness.

Only Ling Qingfeng knew that after this roar, there was no more Saint Scorpion Cherokee in the world, and the boss of this magic sword summoning beast, after holding on for tens of thousands of years, finally unloaded his burden and returned to nothingness.

At the last moment, Saint Scorpion Cherokee was inspired by Ling Qingfeng's courage, and took the initiative to give up the dominance of consciousness, allowing the Blood Blade Spider Demon Knife to enter the upper position, this knife and Ling Qingfeng's mind were connected, once this person combined with one knife, it would not be difficult to escape.

In the huge purple flower belly, the remnants of the Spider King were re-disintegrated into eight demon soldiers, and then these eight demon soldiers took the blood blade spider demon blade as the main body, spinning wildly, the blood light was magnificent, and the essence of the demon qi was changing dramatically and increasing.

In the end, the eight blades merged into one, turning into a dark golden giant blade with complex magic patterns, silently suspended in the air.

The figure flashed, and Ling Qingfeng's only remaining divine sense turned into a spirit body and leaped into the air, grasping the dark golden demonic giant blade.

Don't think about it, swing the blade and slash!

A thin golden light peeked through the gap in the petals of the giant purple flower.

Immediately after, thousands of golden rays of light erupted, slashing the layers of purple petals into thousands of cracks and crushing the army.

In an instant, a sea of flowers flew in Ling Qingfeng's sea of knowledge, and the golden light danced wildly, and there was a sense of majesty that only existed in the genesis, and a grand and irresistible momentum gradually sprouted.

From life to destruction, and then to reproduction of new life, this is a cycle of life, this is a symbol of the pace of creation and evolution, and the mystery contained in it will definitely benefit Ling Qingfeng for a lifetime and never forget.

Heaven and earth change color, break and then stand. (To be continued.) )