Ji Xue watched the two of them arguing constantly, and she was very puzzled, just a hairy young man, he couldn't see anything special, why he could crack the artistic conception of illusion, it was really incredible.

After hundreds of years of changes, although the artistic conception of illusion has been weakened, at this time, I am afraid that I am already trapped in the master of the spirit master, even the high-level spirit refining, and it may not be able to trap death, but it is still more than enough to deal with the middle level of spirit refining, interrupting the two people who are naughty and playing like children, "Okay, three levels and nine paths, the next one, the gravitational artistic conception." ”

Ning Que shook his head, threw the previous Hu Tian out of his mind, stunned, and never forgot in his heart, estimating that Di Ningwei had suffered heavy losses, so realistic, and the ** that people couldn't extricate themselves from appeared in front of him one by one, and I really had palpitations.

I walked along the road for a while, and looked at the open and vast in front of me, like a large disc, with circles of colorful patterns stacked on top of each other, and the colors were colorful.

Ji Xue didn't look at it, the jade foot stepped out directly, the delicate body trembled, and the breath suddenly became much heavier As she walked to the middle, the more terrifying the gravity became, and when she reached the center, her shoulders were suddenly half shortened, as if she was holding a burden of 10,000 catties, and the curled silver filaments were straight like vertical lines, and she was drenched in sweat.

Ning Que looked indifferent, he had already reached a thousand catties, stepped into the big disc steadily, shrugged his somewhat sore shoulders, raised his eyebrows, turned his head as if he couldn't bear it, stretched out his trembling arms, and said with a smile: "Brother Pang, it's so heavy!"

Pang Rongxun saw Ning Que's pretended posture, sneered three times, picked up his sleeves, strengthened his courage, scraped his nose with his disdainful thumb, strode forward, stepped into the disc, didn't care much, bared his teeth and snorted strongly: "What's the matter......?

As soon as he took five or six steps, before he finished speaking, he fell on his heel, his palms were imprinted on the ground, and he struggled to move forward.

Ning Que laughed, "Pretend, what's the matter, give me a stinky stink, do you want me to save your life?"

Although Ji Xue's steps in front of him kept slowing down, as slow as a snail, after two pillars of incense, he finally walked through the disc.

After Ning Que sneered, his body as strong as an ox was as straight as a spear, and the green tendons on his face were like a knotted green dragon, he grabbed Pang Rongxun's vest, put it on his shoulder, and strutted around the big disc, "Hehe, how is it?"

Pang Rongxun broke out in a cold sweat, and the heavy pressure around him weighed down his body, "Gently...... point, but it broke my waist and abdomen. ”

Click, Ning Que stumbled, almost fell into the mud, an airdrop, threw him towards the ball, but he didn't fly two feet away, fell to the ground heavily, clicked, and scolded: "You guy with no conscience, alas, it hurts me to death, hiss......." ”

Ning Que was ridiculous for a while, but he also felt bored, sweating, pacing, grabbing Pang Rongxun's shoulder, and lifting it to the opposite side, and by the way, he also took Ma Wen, the bones of the two of them were obviously weaker than a chip, and the blood foam spit out three times in a row, and it was estimated that the gravity inside hurt the heart, otherwise it wouldn't

Coughing up blood doesn't stop.

Jin Huoshan walked over smoothly, without the help of anyone, and there was not even a drop of sweat on his body, but it made Ning Que feel the power of Tiangang on the ground.

.........

A crane-haired child-faced person beside Ning Yanhong stepped out in lightning, pulling a person who fell to the ground and struggled to no avail, his eyes were solemn, and his face was wrinkled and tight.

Looking at the Di Ning Wei who couldn't pass, everyone was obviously relieved, in this palace where the aura could not be exerted, Di Ning Wei was simply a big killer, once the fire was exchanged, I am afraid that no one could match, but now he was blocked by this way, and he smiled and did not speak.

The monkey-faced masked man strides and moves, standing with his hands in his hands, strolling leisurely across the disc, and there is a sense of confidence in his gestures.

The rest of the people are also swept away the haze in their hearts, this group of tigers and wolves is invincible together, and weak chickens are divided, in the final analysis, the foundation is too poor, and they are troubled by the artistic conception of gravity, among those high-level spirit refiners, there are many masters with good muscles and bones, one by one, they bow down and stick to their hot buttocks, begging their fathers to tell their grandmothers to ask for help from those masters who raise their heads and straighten their waists.

When everyone crossed the catastrophe one by one, only nearly 6,000 Di Ningwei were left behind, with a sad face, unable to go up, unable to retreat, and lost ground.

The bustling crowd whispered, looking at the deflated Di Ningwei with a smile, only to feel that the two hundred and sixteen bones that were squeaking all over his body were soft and comfortable.

Concubine Yue's bright eyes narrowed, she didn't have a good face for these gloating guys, and her face was slightly worse.

Of course, there was also Di Ningwei who dragged by, but the blood foamed again and again, and the last breath of air did not catch up, and he died on the spot, finally calming everyone's hearts, Ning Yan sat with a cold face, and Di Ningwei behind him looked a little decadent and lonely.

The noisy crowd said goodbye to Emperor Yue one by one and walked inside.

The killing intent echoed, the cold murderous aura whined and swayed, the sky was filled with blood-colored wind, the dark red red light flickered and swayed, scarlet and dazzling, Ning Que was not afraid, strode forward, and even ran the True Dragon Imperial Qi Technique, swallowing a large amount of bloody qi into the dantian, the liquid pill buzzed and vibrated non-stop, wisps of bloody qi wrapped around it like blood threads, and the rapidly growing millet grains swallowed the bloody qi into the liquid pill in one mouthful, constantly concentrating and liquefiing.

"It's not good, Ning Gongzi, retreat, retreat!" Ji Xue persuaded.

It's a pity that Ning Que didn't take it seriously at all, but became more and more excited, like this, the blood evil qi in the liquid pill quickly accumulated.

The half-pillar incense didn't arrive, a killing thought rushed straight to his mind, his eyes suddenly scarlet like a blood moon, eye-catching, and what was even worse was that the killing thought, integrated into the blood, spread throughout every inch of flesh and bones, suddenly stood up, his head was scattered, and he was suddenly shocked, his clothes were torn into strips, and he raised the fierce fist of the dragon spirit and tiger fiercely and twisted, and rushed towards Ji Xue, leaving no room for it.

"Oh no, he's in a fantasy realm again!" Pang Rongxun raised his courage and exclaimed.

Ji Xue poked out her palms, slammed, flew out upside down, slammed on the wall, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, "No, it's not an illusion, it's killing."

Thinking into the gods, this son is already very murderous, and he simply doesn't know whether to live or die by absorbing the artistic conception of killing in the air like this. ”

But Ning Que, who was caught in the murderous thoughts, turned a deaf ear, his murderous intent was revealed, the tiger went down the mountain, the ferocity was unstoppable, a loose fist was thrown out, and a cold wind blew Pang Rongxun's left brain cold, and he trembled.

Mu Ne's Pang Rongxun couldn't react at all, and he couldn't dodge.

Suddenly, he stretched out a hand and blocked out, just covering the fist with murderous intent, holding it firmly, unable to move, and then suddenly surging bloody wind, like countless cold awls, poured towards Pang Rongxun.

Jin Huo Sanren stepped out in one step, and pulled Pang Rongxun who was stunned with one hand, and a scorching momentum surged around him, which was not weaker than Ning Que, who was full of blood.

Ji Xue, who fell in the corner of the wall, opened her eyes wide and murmured: "The artistic conception of fire, good ...... It's so strong. ”

However, Ma Wen Pang Rongxun didn't take it seriously, he was a master of spiritual masters, and the real number was unexpectedly normal.

But in Ji Xue's eyes, it is completely different, the power of artistic conception is also divided into ranks, but also divided into strength and weakness, it is true that the spirit master comprehends the artistic conception, but it is just a skin, it is the peak of the spirit master, and it is also very strong.

But the Golden Fire Scatterer was able to directly emanate the artistic conception of fire without relying on the aura as a medium, suppressing the bloody aura in the air condensed and reversed by Ning Que, which was too appalling, and he was afraid that he had already had the qualifications to impact the Spirit Saint, but he was slow to enter, but he didn't know his intentions.

The cynical Jin Huo Sanren suddenly reined in the ugliness of the hippie smile, his expression was slightly solemn, and at a glance, he stroked his white beard, raised his other hand lightly, blocking the unstoppable fist strength, and with a gentle push, Ning Que, who burst out countless bloody airflows, took three steps back, but the killing intent in his eyes did not decrease at all, but became more and more intense, the anger was soaring, the anger was not stopped, and the fist did not stop.

The golden fire scattered people easily caught it, the dust on his body rolled up like the smoke of gas, and he steadily caught Ning Que, who was howling like a lion, and bowed his head slightly, I don't know what he was thinking?

"Miss Ji, what should I do now?" Ma Wen had no choice but to rush to the doctor and help Ji Xue, who fell to the ground.

Ji Xue had a cold face, fell into silence, glanced at Ning Que who was in a frenzy, and took out a silk scarf to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth.

"The idea of killing is in the brain, the obsession is too deep, this son will fall into the devil sooner or later, I'm afraid that Da Luo Jinxian will have no skills to return to the sky! However, for the time being, the idea of killing can be suppressed, invite Buddhist monks, or Buddhist relics, or some Xuanbing techniques, and the ice heart will be forever ......."

(End of chapter)