"Don't worry...... King Hansattic, should we assign first? Their king stopped your king.

"King Kuba, do you want to rob that man with me?" The king of the Hanseatic dynasty was not stupid, and his angry voice opened his mouth wide.

"Catch, when did that robe belong to you? King Lyman looked at King Hansac and said.

The king of Hanseatic wanted to expose King Reiman, but the other three eight winged demons all looked at him and made him swallow a word. Obviously, it was a consensus to elevate five people to the forty-eighth floor. However, there is no final conclusion on how these resources will be allocated. Especially the one who wore the robe, the five-winged demon was very interested in him.

"Hmph! and then you say how to distribute it. The king of Hansa snorted.

It's simple. I'm waiting for the winged devil, who has the strength to make the final decision, right?" said King Lyman with a smile.

The king nodded.

"Mixed big!! I don't want the blue one!" the Hanseatic king cried out angrily.

In the Eight-Winged Demon, there is also a difference in strength. Of the five people.

More than 200 years is another life for Xiao Wuyou, who has only been cultivating for less than 150 years. He had never been cultivated for such a long time. However, this battle of life and death has always been there compared to the farming of the past few years. He is happy and does not get bored.

The Winged Demon also has a temperament of its own. Although they don't have as many means of transformation as human monks, their sharp wings and stiff arms are primarily used for combat. However, for the small oil-free now, subtle changes can often be seen in these few means. However, the subtle changes made a very different effect, and from the repeated battles, what Xiao Wuwu wanted to understand became clearer and clearer.

He held the Shoula sword in his hand for two hundred years, and it has not yet recovered from the ring. The only change is that the nine Shura swords are always different. Sometimes it's the sword of wind and thunder, sometimes it's the sword of ice and fire, sometimes it's the sword of light and darkness. In short, in the past few years, Xiao Wuyou has tried two variations of the Nine Swords. After two hundred years of contact, he could feel every inch of the sword of Shura's speciality, and even felt that the sword of Shura was getting closer and closer to him.

The sacred vessels also have spirituality. After more than 200 years of unremitting efforts, this spirituality of Xiao Wuyou will naturally become the personal spirit of Xiao Wuyou.

The end of the 27th floor has appeared in front of Xiao Wuyou. He didn't rush into the 28th floor, but sat on the ground, looked at the Mizuki double sword in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's your turn this time." ”

He said that three jade jars appeared. A jar was thrown to a greedy little geek. One pot was drunk by himself, and the other was left behind. He slowly poured it on the two Shura swords, making them smooth and shiny.

This is a habit he developed on the fourth floor. At the end of each floor, he would sit at the entrance for a day. On the one hand, he will look back at the battles on this level. On the other hand, he will soak the sword of Shura with wine syrup. The aim is to get them a little drunk carefree nature too.

In this way, he once saw a monk in the Shura Sword District. The swordsman's strength was flat, he was shy. But even so, a pot of aged wine, he always had to divide it into two halves, one half poured into his stomach, and the other half was reserved for the spirit sword in his hand. It seems that the look in his eyes when he sprinkles water is not his mental tool, but his close friend.

Xiao Wuyu thought it was funny at first, but when he tried it, he seemed to be able to feel the reaction of the Shura Sword in the dark. This feeling was very vague, even like an illusion, but it flashed occasionally, which made him gradually understand that everything in the world has spirits, whether it is his own Yan Huang Sheng Sword or the Shura Sword in your hand, there is spirituality, just a trace of spirituality, whether you are willing to show it to you or not.

Xiao Wuyou noticed that he still had a long way to go with Shula Sword and even Yanhuang Sacred Sword. He guessed why. After all, the lifespan of a human being is nothing compared to a sacred weapon. Emotions on spiritual tools are pure. It will bloom for one person and wither for one. The pre-Shura sword will certainly bloom on its most spiritual side, that is, it is not easy to show to others.

He had a smile on his lips and didn't care. Whether he succeeds or fails, maybe there is no Xiao Wu in the Shura Sword, but as long as Xiao Wu has the Shura Sword in his heart.

One day, I spent a short time meditating and drinking alone. The wounds on my body have healed. The green robe was tattered, like a beggar. However, the little oil-free does not intend to replace it. After all, after the 28th floor, it will become even more shabby.

He looked at the compass in his hand and saw that his four older brothers had entered the 36th floor.

"There are 36 floors and the deepest has 30 floors. Several old military general brothers are indeed invincible heroes of the Southern Wilderness. I think now their achievements have reached the level of the leaders. ”

"Level 40 should be the limit. If you go any deeper, you'll definitely get the attention of those eight winged demons. But level 40 is enough for the older brother to grow into the Supreme. After they became supreme, haha, four, it was spectacular. Xiao Wuyou said with a smile.

Xiao Wuyou also launched the pursuit of the soul of the Flying Demon King. He knew that there were four winged demons and a part of the six winged demons in these thirty-five layers. The Four-Winged Demon is comparable to the Celestials.

At the moment when Xiao Wuyou smashed the compass, Taishi, who was still fighting, saw the phrase "Winged King Advances" for the first time.

Use the soul power in your hands to fight off the demons that fly out of the siege. The Taishi wanted the four of them to move their bodies at the same time, contemplating the entrance to the Shura Abyss.

As Xiao Wuyou said, they train from the source and will not die. If they die at the hands of four winged and six winged demons, they are not as skilled as humans. No wonder. But if they are eight-winged demons who still insist on breaking into the depths of Shura, it is stupid.

In other words, they don't mind playing hide-and-seek with the eight flying demons, but now they don't have that much free time to play with the eight flying demons.

Under Xiao Wuyou's warning, they and his colleagues returned to the entrance of the Shura Abyss in less than two hours. Standing in the snow and ice, they could even hear the roar of the winged demon. But in the snow and ice, although the power of the sun is not warm, they are afraid of the devil with wings, afraid of all light, but they do not dare to rush out of the Shura abyss. Perhaps only the winged devils, these eight winged devils, have the courage to overcome the fear in their hearts and rush into the abyss of Shura. However, the eight winged demons were still on the forty-eighth floor. It's too late now.

The four of them stood at the entrance of the abyss with sad faces, because the little friend closest to the entrance had not been found yet, and they were smashing the compass, which made them not know where the little friend was now.

"That guy, what's going on!" Taishi said with a frown.

The eight-winged ghost isn't for fun. If they don't handle it well, they can get into trouble. Although they have absolute confidence in the small oil-free, they will inevitably worry about time.

Just when they were worried about whether to go back to the abyss to find Xiao Wuyou, a black shadow swooped up, and when they saw the black shadow, they scolded in surprise: "Boy, how can you be so slow?"