"Is that right? Although the Yanhuang Divine Sword is broken, it is enough to deal with your half-finished Soul Beast Bone Stick. The Yanhuang Holy Flame burned Xiao Wuyou holding the Yanhuang Divine Sword in his hand, and his soul poured out. The light of the Yanhuang Holy Flame burst out of his face, and a cheering sword rang out at the same time. The Yanhuang Holy Sword, in Xiao Wuyou's hands, finally bloomed with its original glory.

Mo Kelei sneered, thinking that Xiao Wuyou was just looking for the god of death to urge the power of the holy sword. But soon, under the golden light, the 100 million beast bone staff in his hand made a piercing sound, as if the golden light was a huge summer day, and it was just a piece of ice.

"Bastard, you want to eat me!" Mo Keli began to roar, he finally understood that the real purpose of Xiao Wuyou was not to defeat him with the power of the broken sword, but to swallow the 100 million beast bone rods in his hand.

"Yes!" Xiao Wuyou drank a large glass, and even the chaotic body quietly unfolded.

Xiao Wuyou knew that it was impossible for him to use his body to exert the full power of the Hallows. Although Mokulet's methods were all in the air, it was impossible for him to do so with his own body. So he never thought of defeating Mokulet with his holy sword. He has the protection of the best sacred weapons. He simply couldn't do it.

He couldn't do that, but if the battle rose to the level of a battle between the Hallows, then he believed that the Holy Sword in his hand would definitely win. Yan Huang Shengyan can melt everything in the world. Although it is an exaggeration, as long as the level is not as high as it can melt, the Yanhuang Shengyan made by Xiao Wuyou's Yanhuang Sacred Law cannot be a 100 million beast bone stick, but what Yanhuang Shengyan can do in the Yanhuang Sacred Sword is because it is a unique holy weapon!

"Damn, do you think that my 100 million soul beast bone stick will throw this broken sword for you? 100 million soul beast bone stick, destroy it for me!" Mo Keley also injected all of his soul power into the 100 million beast bone staff, and shouted angrily.

Two kinds of light, one gold and one white, compete with each other. Xiao Wuyou and Mo Keli are now just two vessels with the soul power of two Sacred Weapons. As for the outcome of the victory or defeat, they simply cannot participate.

Not to mention that they can't connect with each other. The brilliance of the Hallows could not help the surrounding warriors and living orcs. Because they can't get close to the shining ten miles. The power of the Hallows, especially the rivalry between the best Hallows and the best Hallows, is invincible.

Xiao Wuyou's soul sea is vast. Among the Martial Kings, there is absolutely no one like him. However, in order to create the flame of the Yellow Sword, his Sea of Souls was only consumed by one-fifth in an instant. If he held out one more time, he would be drained of all his soul power by the Yellow Sword.

Moclay's situation is not much better. Although his spiritual sea had become boundless under the baptism of divine power, it was far from enough to supply 100 million spirit beast bone staffs. However, he has a greater advantage over Xiao Wuyou, that is, he is only resisting the erosion of the Yellow Flame, and Xiao Wuyou needs to use all his strength to devour it, attack it, and stop it. Even if Xiao Wuyou's sea of souls was so terrifying, he would be tired step by step.

When he rested at ten o'clock, Xiao Wuyou's face turned pale. Although Mokori's face was also pale, he squeezed out a sneer and said, "Hey, little Wuyou, you failed this time." ”

His spiritual sea is less than a tenth, and ten will eat and drink more than him.

But on Xiao Wuyou's pale face, he showed a strange smile again and muttered, "Mokray, I said the loser was you, Zoba!"

In the distance, Zuoba heard Xiao Wuyu's voice, his expression struggling with pain. But he opened his mouth without hesitation, and a purple-black light shone out. When the black light came out, Zoba's breathing immediately became suppressed. At the same time, he said in human language.

Xiao Wuyou took back the Yanhuang Divine Sword and carefully felt its changes. The Yanhuang Sacred Sword was broken, but even if Xiao Wuyou collected all the fragments, it would take a lot of energy to fully restore the Yanhuang Sacred Sword. This is something that Xiao Wuyou can't do. In addition to letting the Yanhuang Holy Sword absorb the fragments of the Heavenly Thunder Sword, Xiao Wuyou just let the Yanhuang Holy Sword slowly warm up in his body.

It's not that he doesn't want the Yanhuang Holy Sword to become strong, it's that he can't do it at all. His own cultivation required a lot of resources, and there were no extra resources for the Yanhuang Holy Sword. However, in today's world war, the Yanhuang Sacred Sword absorbs other excellent sacred tools such as the Billion Spirit Beast Bone Stick, and the mottled sword body has also restored some of the shadows of the past, whether using the "Yanhuang Holy Sword or refining Xiao Wuwu's body, there will be a qualitative improvement, so that it is regarded as the greatest harvest of this forest animal."

The other orcs retreated, or hunted down seven Wu Zun clans. Once discovered, few people make it out alive. What's more, the purpose of these seven Wu Zun is to kill them. When they think about what just happened, they can't vent their anger. The best people to vent on are naturally the Seven Venerables.

Little Wuyou can already imagine the fate of the Seven Heroes, but he won't have any sympathy. It is a matter of self-blame, so he should be aware of his death.

Xiao Wuyou went to the valley, where there were 23 crystals, and red light floated in the air. This is the so-called blood essence of the beast god, which is born once every thousand years. Obviously, although the bone spurs of this hundred million soul beast were swallowed by the little innocent Yanhuang Holy Sword, it completed the final ritual and gave birth to the animal's blood.

Xiao Wuyou stretched out his hand, and the blood essence of the twenty-three beast gods fell on his hand. Then he heard someone spitting behind him.

In the valley of animal remains, only the night sage fox and the black thunder tiger remained. In particular, Sotan and Zoba are staring at Xiao Wuyou, who doesn't know where he is. They thought that these two rank 8 holy beasts would swallow Xiao Wuyou alive.

"Little carefree... Let's start with Zuoba.

Xiao Wuyou smiled and thought about it. In the dark thunder tiger group, a shadow flew out of the dark thunder tiger's head. The Black Thunder Tiger's eyes were black and soft on the ground. It seems to be faint, but the breathing is calm and not serious.

It's okay to look at that Black Thunder Tiger. Zuoba looked at Xiao Wuyou with relief, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. It's easy to understand if this emotion is replaced by a face. It's an expression of fear.

It was inconceivable that a top-level eighth-level beast would be afraid of a Martial King, but it didn't seem surprising to see Xiao Wuyou's infinite means.

Seeing that the black shadow gradually turned into the appearance of an old man, Zuoba didn't know what it was. He can control the body of the most sacred beast, the Black Thunder Tiger. All he controls is one of his subordinates. If he could control himself, thinking of this, Black Thunder Tiger looked at Xiao Wuyou like a devil.

Xiao Wuyou could see what Zuoba meant at a glance, but he naturally wouldn't tell Zuoba that a soul body like Hades couldn't control an eighth-layer holy beast. In fact, it was not so simple for Xiao Wu to let Hades control the sixth-level Dark Thunder Tiger. There is also the contribution of the Eye of Reincarnation.

From the very beginning, Little Nothing had a comprehensive plan after learning about MoCollie. First of all, he teamed up with Sotan to secretly control the three Black Thunder Tigers and control the three Rank 6 Black Thunder Tigers in a seemingly effortless manner. Xiao Wuyou threatens the three black thunder tigers and asks Zoba to release Xiao Wuyou.

For Zoba, there are now only 23 Dark Thunder Tigers left. No one nation is indispensable, let alone three. It's just a threat from humanity. Just when Zuoba was about to give up the three nationalities, Xiao Wuyou put forward another condition that he could not refuse.

This condition is to help the Black Thunder Tiger get the beast spirit and release the Three Black Thunder Tigers in exchange for Xiao's blood. However, Zuoba should help Shaw recover from the injuries caused by the loss of the blood contract.

The IQ of the Black Thunder Tiger is not low, but it is too far away compared to Xiao Wuyou, a human elite who has grown up in the struggle between life and death since childhood. The life of the three clans, along with the blood essence of the beast god, is difficult to refuse. Although secretly helping Xiao regain his strength was very harmful to him, if there was a remedy with the blood of the beast, it would not work.