"Come on. ”

Ning Yi made a gesture exactly the same as that of King Taishan, only slightly different....... He slowly stretched out an arm, clenched his fist, and then suddenly popped out his middle finger.

It's a very contemptuous gesture.

Ning Yi was full of smiles, the thin figure in front of him disappeared suddenly, and the distance between the two of them was only heard with a banging explosion.

King Taishan had already stepped into Ning Yi's three feet.

A pale smiling face without any emotion and no eyes appeared in front of Ning Yi. In the eye socket, there is a void and nothingness.

Creeps.

It's too fast.

Bend over.

Thang Long.

A powerful fist hit Ning Yi's palm that was pressed downward, causing Ning Yi to fly backwards and upwards slightly.

Just the moment your feet off the ground.

King Taishan's face was expressionless, and he bent his knees slightly, ready to continue to move forward without reluctance.

Just a brief pause -

On his cheeks, there was a crisp and popping sound.

It's a slap in the face.

It was a heavy and incomparably powerful slap.

It was as fast as a shadow and fell on the side of the thin man's cheek.

didn't have time to react at all, King Taishan, who had just smashed Ning Yi upward with a punch and was about to rush forward, formed a funny posture with Ning Yi's palm: it was like he hit his cheek on the slap that fell hard.

The man with hollow eyes, his whole body still maintained a posture of sweeping forward, but his head was flipped backwards, and his neck was twisted.

His thoughts went blank.

Where did that hand come from?

In the darkness, he was struck in the cheek by a fist, his mouth and nose were dented, and the suffocating fist whistled, followed by his chest, abdomen, shoulders, arms, and blocked forearms—

Ning Yi, who was slightly beaten in the air, let go of the hand that had always pressed on the hilt of the fine snow sword.

No one could see how Ning Yi moved.

Clouds of smoke and dust bloomed in the air, and because the talisman was suspended in the air to block the end of the ancient city of Rakshasa, the two of them were dead and silent in a radius of ten zhang, and the heavy rain fell into the distance between Ning Yi and King Taishan, and they were scattered by a sudden light in an instant.

A deep voice resounded—

"A thousand hands!"

Ning Yi shouted, tried his best, and played the killing method that he practiced with his senior sister on Xiaoshuang Mountain, and for a while, the fist print burst out, smashing out a fiery roaring sound, which was engraved on the body of King Taishan who couldn't dodge, the thin body that rushed forward to kill, originally experienced the baptism of the Eastern Glazed Jar, and the blessing of the secret method of the underworld, it was a good treasure that was quenched like gold and iron, and it was instantly punched out dozens of depressions, and the flesh and blood exploded-

Like fluttering in the wind, the flesh and blood that was beaten out seemed to be "slow", and after being beaten out of the shell, it shot out like a sharp arrow, shooting at the collapsed ruins of the broken wall, directly shooting the half-zhang thick brick and tile city wall out of the hole, and the surrounding debris fell one after another, burning extremely corrosive smoke.

These are the "essence blood" of the body of King Taishan, among the ghost cultivation, there is a large branch of the school, that is, "blood cultivation", blood cultivation of its own blood, every drop of essence blood is extremely important, the most primitive practice method is to nourish blood with blood, as the name suggests, kill and take blood, quench and compress, and finally get the natal essence blood, and strengthen itself bit by bit.

The blood of King Taishan, just a small shot out, can shoot down the city wall, if it hits the human body, the cultivators of the same realm, if they are not prepared, they may be directly beaten into a sieve, even if it is a good treasure weapon, it will be defiled by the essence of blood cultivation, if the other party is the ancestor of the Demon Dao, or a big ghost cultivator who is several realms higher, just by virtue of

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With a single thought, you can snatch the host's treasure and turn it into your own use.

What's more, as long as there is still a drop of essence blood left, then you can not die, find a new body, and be resurrected.

It's just that if you want to practice to that realm, it's too difficult, no one has done it in recent years, Emperor Taizong suppressed ghost cultivation, and Southern Xinjiang was able to get out of a Han Covenant, which was already full of time, place, and people, and this Mr. Ganlu was willing to bow down under the throne of the Great Sui, in exchange for an opportunity to "live and steal life", and he didn't dare to nirvana for a long time, for fear of being punished by God, and even more afraid of surviving the curse, and not surviving a paper edict from Tiandu.

To truly reach the kind of realm where a drop of essence blood can be revived, at least the great devil who has refined several cities and hundreds of thousands of living beings is burdened with monstrous grievances, and everyone will be punished.

The blood of King Taishan, when it reaches the realm of today's "Dripping Blood Erosion Stone", must consume a lot of blood and qi, and I don't know how many living beings have died because of this.

Ning Yi sneered, looked at the body that was shattered by his "Thousand Hands" secret method, flew out dozens of feet, and fell back into the support of those towering giants.

"It's not a lot of killing, is it?"

"King Taishan" can no longer be regarded as the King of Taishan at this moment.

The master made a move, and the slightest mistake was a thousand miles.

He took a wrong step, his head was almost twisted off by Ning Yi, his body was punched out of dozens of holes, and most of his blood was scattered, he staggered at this moment, stood up again, the head was twisted by his hands, and it was re-aligned, and the holes on his body were filled with scarlet blood light, wisps of essence blood, shooting through the blood droplets of bricks and tiles in the distance, and at this moment it had drifted away like a mist, and the mist was like a stream converging, flowing backwards to make up for the wound, and the dark glow shrouded the body, looking evil and holy.

It only took three or four breaths for him to regain his old appearance.

King Taishan's face turned pale, and he didn't have to think about it, after being hit by Ning Yi's "Thousand Hands", even if he had a secret technique and could recall some of the lost essence blood, the real loss was still very heavy, but if it was replaced by a normal cultivator, he would have already been beaten into a puddle of mud and could not die anymore.

His body was really like a treasure, glowing faintly fluorescent, and the sunken parts swelled on their own, slowly returning to their original appearance.

King Taishan was all over his body, even leaner, this time he did not make a rash move, but stared at Ning Yi, the blood in his eyes burned, like a scarlet long lamp.

"You're actually a body refiner?"

A hoarse voice echoed in the ancient city of Rakshasa.

King Taishan looked at Ning Yi, his tone was low, and he said, "Everyone in the world says that you are a genius sword cultivator who inherited Xu Zang's will....... Ning Yi, I underestimated you. ”

Ning Yi's face was indifferent, he suppressed his breath, the wind and clouds fell to the ground, and he regained the posture of pressing down the hilt of the fine snow sword with one hand.

He said calmly: "The art of refining the body, I know a little bit about it, and I don't know it very well. ”

King Taishan sneered, noncommittal.

Ning Yi saw that the King of Mount Tai was not in a hurry to launch a second wave of offensive at this moment, the King of the Underworld with hollow eyes was supported by two giant bodies as magnificent as a hill at this moment, and between his breaths, his breath was gradually rising, and King Taishan wanted to fight with himself in the eighth realm, but after being hit head-on by a thousand hands, he seemed to have given up this idea.

He began to gather strength.

Ning Yi turned a deaf ear to all this, he just kept one hand on the hilt of the fine snow sword, looked at King Taishan, and asked with interest: "There are a total of ten palace Hades in the underworld, the tenth Little Wheel King was killed by me, and the ninth Equality King was killed by Liu Shiyi...... The cultivation of the two of them, the real killing power, even if they are stacked together, I am afraid that they are not as good as you. ”

Speaking of this, Ning Yi paused, stretched out a finger, and slowly pointed in the distance, landing on the mountain clone that King Taishan had differentiated, his tone

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ridiculed, and said lazily: "Nine doppelgangers, each of which is the Nine Realms, is enough to tie up the Little Wheel King and the Equality King together and ravage them...... You're not a cultivator of this realm at all, how can you put it in the underworld and only rank seventh?"

Taishan Wang Muran said: "Naturally, there is a mountain and a mountain high, and I am ranked seventh, which means that I can only be ranked seventh." ”

"I heard that the Great Yama of the Difu is no longer in the Great Sui World, and in the past six hundred years, Emperor Taizong has held everything in his hands, and all the holy mountains and forces need his permission, but the Difu is vaguely beyond this category. Ning Yi smiled and said: "That great Yama who is beyond life and death, let the underworld spread out, so there are ten palace Yama kings, the first-ranked King Qin Guang, who was the number one killer of the Great Sui three hundred years ago, followed the Great Yama to practice, and was almost unborn, and the second-ranked King of Chujiang killed two demon monarchs in the gray world...... The first three His Highnesses of the Difu are all Star Monarch-level killers. From this point of view, these three people from the fourth hall to the sixth hall are the great cultivators of the Destiny Star Realm. ”

Ning Yi thought for a moment and muttered, "There seems to be no one among the younger generation of the underworld. ”

Speaking of this, he looked at King Taishan with a smile and said, "You are sitting in the seventh seat, and you are also the invincible seat under the ten realms of the underworld, why can't you even compare to Cao Ran's hair?"

The corners of King Taishan's mouth twitched, and he sneered: "You say that I can't even compare to Cao Ran's hair?" What qualifications do you have, why do you have it?"

Ning Yi smiled undiminishedly.

King Taishan absorbed the essence and blood of the two mountains and returned to the peak of qi and blood.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes were full of blood, almost bursting out of his eyes, and above the rakshasa, the wind surged, and a blood cloud swirled around his head, which was magnificent.

"Why?"

Ning Yi clutched the fine snow.

Before, he played "a thousand hands", but he still did not draw his sword.

In Rakshasa City, there is not the slightest sword aura.

Liu Shiyi reined in all the qi engines.

At this moment, the fine snow was slightly out of the sheath by an inch.

A cold light bloomed.

So between heaven and earth, there was such a wisp of sword qi.

Ning Yi said indifferently: "With my sword, I can beat you to ashes, and you will never be able to live forever." ”

King Taishan's pupils constricted.

The talismans in all directions began to be unstable.

The sculpture that stood at the end of the ancient city of Rakshasa clicked and opened a crack.

Between heaven and earth, a flash of light flashed.

King Taishan, who returned to the peak of his qi and blood, did the first thing he did was not to resist hard, but to run away, his hands swept over the tall burly hill, took off one head after another, and stuffed it into his abdomen like swallowing dates.

Between heaven and earth, there was the first wisp of sword qi, so the entire formation was triggered.

Under Ning Yi's feet, there was a calm, taking this as the starting point.

Fine snow is inserted into the earth.

The wind swept through and swept away in an instant.

It was dark and rainy.

Night turns into day in an instant.

Liu Shiyi's pupils were silver-white.

A heart-rending roar could be heard in the distance.

Instantly annihilated into nothingness.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Shiyi was already soaked, he raised his head, and the rain was still falling.

There was a dead silence in the city.

He looked wearily at the girl beside him and asked only one question.

"What kind of formation is this?"

The girl's voice sounded in the rain.

"Xiao Zhu Immortal Array. ”

The girl looked calmly into the distance, her eyes were shocked, there was joy, and more of the blandness after the rapid recovery.

She said regretfully: "Broken, Xiao Zhu Immortal Array." ”

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