Chapter 502: The General Hub of the Resentful Illusion

The powerful force just now not only destroyed one of Han Bing's arms, but also injured Han Bing's blood.

The little palace maid didn't know when she was quiet again, and she looked at Han Bing and the Divine Turtle Master coldly.

Han Bing stared at the blood-red eyes, he gritted his teeth and slowly raised his head......

His right arm was destroyed, and Han Bing's strength was greatly reduced.

Cold ice gasped, eager to tear the woman in front of him to shreds.

Master Divine Turtle was only slightly injured, he glanced at the injured cold ice, and let out a low voice: "The general is resting on the side, and I will fight with the demon girl." As he spoke, Master Turtle rushed out with lightning speed.

The little palace maid sneered: "Although you have been promoted to a divine beast, it is a pity that you have not yet crossed the tribulation...... If you're a former spirit turtle, you might be able to fight me. If you fight hard with me now, once you hurt the spiritual vein, you will never have a chance to cross the tribulation. ”

Master Divine Turtle was stunned, although the words of the little palace maid were not much, they were facts.

The little palace maid couldn't help but smile when she saw the stunned appearance of the Divine Turtle Master: "I'm not as bad as you think, as long as you obey me, I can help you successfully survive the tribulation." The divine beast that has successfully crossed the catastrophe has an unlimited future. ”

Master Divine Turtle opened his eyes widely, and suddenly said, "The Divine Beast needs to draw its own Heavenly Fire to cross the Tribulation...... Is there any way you can help me survive the tribulation?" Master Divine Turtle looked at the little palace maid with a look of anticipation.

The little palace maid said lightly: "The master of the Divine Turtle is not moved, but he bends his waist for the catastrophe, which is really embarrassing." ”

Master Divine Turtle didn't seem to be able to hear the ridicule in the little palace maid's words, and he still stood there with an excited face.

Han Bing stared at the back of the Divine Turtle Master in surprise, he never dreamed that the Divine Turtle Master, who was still arrogant just now, would actually soften in front of the little palace maid.

"If Master Divine Turtle betrays him and joins forces with the little palace maid, then he will die without a place to be buried. ”

Han Bing thought like this, and his face was full of panic. In addition to the panic, a wave of hatred welled up in his heart.

The little palace maid didn't look at Han Bing, her attention was now all focused on the Divine Turtle Master.

Cold Ice was badly injured and one of his arms was destroyed. The current cold ice no longer poses any threat to the little palace maid.

The Divine Turtle Master looked at the little palace maid, and the excitement on his face became even stronger.

The little palace maid smiled: "Help you survive the catastrophe, it's a piece of cake." Don't say that a small heavenly fire, even a heavenly thunder, is not a problem. The little palace maid looked at the Divine Turtle Master, and slowly continued: "I don't care about the Flood Desolate Heart-Eating Beast, not to mention, the little Heavenly Fire?"

Master Divine Turtle said excitedly: "Since this is the case, I ...... Willing to bow at your feet. As he spoke, Master Turtle really knelt at the feet of the little palace maid.

The little palace maid glanced at the cold ice that was about to explode with anger, and said lightly: "Hurry up, from now on, you will be my personal guard!"

Master Divine Turtle respectfully stood beside the little palace maid.

The little palace maid glanced at the knife on her chest, then slowly raised her head, looked at Han Bing fiercely, and said fiercely: "Just now, although your knife stabbed me in the chest, I was unharmed. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Han Bing gasped, staring at the little palace maid with blood-red eyes.

"The reason is very simple!" the little palace maid said lightly: "Because my vital part is not on my chest, but under my crotch." ”

"The resentment is transformed into the original form, and the crotch is the general hub of the resentment, and any other part has nothing to do with the life and death of the illusion. The little palace maid looked at Han Bing triumphantly: "I'll tell you the secret, but it's a pity that I'm standing here still, and you can't kill me." ”

Han Bing gritted his teeth, and he raised the short knife in his hand in great pain.

After devouring the heart of the Flood Desolate Heart Eater, Han Bing's spiritual power cultivation suddenly soared to the seventh level of the Venerable Spirit Realm. This was a great thing, but Han Bing never dreamed that after devouring the heart of the Flood Desolation Heart Eater, his bloodline and spiritual veins would slowly become confused. The bloodline and spiritual veins of a martial artist are disordered, which not only affects the exertion of one's spiritual power cultivation, but also affects the improvement of one's spiritual power cultivation in the future.

Han Bing endured great pain and slowly released his spiritual power.

Emaciated camels are bigger than horses!

Although Han Bing was seriously injured and had also destroyed an arm, he was after all a top master in the late stage of the Spirit Realm.

Han Bing knew that this was his last hope. Even if he died, he had to fight.

The little palace maid looked at Han Bing coldly and sneered: "I don't need to wear the soul demon sound, I can kill you!" she spoke, her hands crossed, and she protected her lower abdomen.

The ice has unleashed all of its spiritual power.

The little palace maid didn't dare to take it lightly, she stared at the short knife in Han Bing's hand.

"Han Bing is a master in the late stage of the Venerable Spirit Realm, but in front of me, he is a toddler little doll. In less than five rounds, I can kill him!" the little palace maid said to the Turtle Master beside her.

The Divine Turtle Master was submissive, he looked at the short knife in Han Bing's hand, and involuntarily took two steps back.

Looking at the frightened look of the Divine Turtle Master, the little palace maid had a look of disdain.

"Everything depends on your might...... The spirit power of the cold ice is profound, you have to be more careful......" The Divine Turtle Master instructed the little palace maid while looking at the cold ice with frightened eyes.

The little palace maid had a proud look on her face.

Strike first to be strong, and then to suffer!

Han Bing has already struck first. Instead of using his short knife, he jerked up a boulder.

Han Bing picked up the boulder with one arm, and as soon as the spiritual power was closed, the huge spiritual aura field had already surrounded the boulder.

The boulder that was surrounded by the aura suddenly shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Cold Ice suddenly roared, and his one-arm swung out with all his might.

The huge spiritual power was wrapped in hail-like gravel and attacked the little palace maid.

The little palace maid protected her hands above her lower abdomen, and she didn't have the slightest fear.

The gravel hit the little palace maid's body, and then fell one after another.

In the bright red space, it was as if there was a stone rain.

The cold ice froze.

The stones that were beaten out with the cultivation of the Zun Spirit Realm were absolutely killing, but I didn't expect these stones to hit the little palace maid. This little palace maid turned out to be safe and sound.

What's going on?

Han Bing can't figure it out!

The little palace maid looked at Han Bing coldly: "I'll give you a chance to make a move!"

Han Bing gritted his teeth, and the short knife in his hand turned into a sword shadow in the sky, surrounding the little palace maids.

The sword is shining!

The little palace maid was stabbed with countless knives all over her body.

The little palace maid was in rags, but she still looked at Han Bing with a smile.

Cold Ice was completely deflated.

What made Han Bing even more incomprehensible was that his knife had obviously stabbed the vital part of the little palace maid's crotch, but it still had no effect.

Under the crotch, is it the general hub of the resentment illusion?

Did the little palace maid lie?

(End of chapter)