When a person is eating, he is the most relaxed, looking at the huge wound on his chest, Qi Yu couldn't help but wail. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Looking at the white-clothed figure in the distance, Qi Yu's heart was so shocked and frightened.

"You, aren't you dead?" Looking at the white-clothed shaman who had come back from the dead, Qi Yu shouted in horror, for the existence of the junior battle division level, although it was only the early stage of the junior war division, it was a disaster for Qi Yu.

Recalling the horror of the white-clothed shaman in his mind, as well as the wounds on his body, Qi Yu was so helpless and sad.

"Where is the high-grade spirit stone?" Looking at Qi Yu, who was gradually weakening, the white-clothed priest shouted angrily, but he was obviously a little weak and weak, and a mouthful of black and purple thick blood spit out of his mouth at once.

"What a spirit stone, I didn't see it." Looking at the white-clothed shaman's weak expression, Qi Yu whispered in a frightened tone.

At the same time, his left hand inadvertently touched the spatial ring on his right hand, and with a look of fear and fear, he whispered at the white-clothed shaman who was slowly approaching him.

"You still want to lie to me, will there be any fakes that I saw with my own eyes?" Looking at Qi Yu's frightened and confused expression, the white-clothed priest shouted angrily.

"What, it can't be, how can you ......" The white-clothed shaman, who was roaring, suddenly raised his tone and looked at the figure in front of him loudly, surprised, and terrifying.

I saw Qi Yu, who was originally lying on the ground, a jade bottle appeared in his hand at some point, and the four clouds on a round and golden elixir seemed to be alive, so vivid.

Under the frightened expression of the white-clothed shaman, Qi Yu quickly put the pill into his mouth, and with the entry of the fourth-level pill Jiuyang Soul Return, Qi Yu's body exuded a strong breath of life, and the wound on his chest slowly stopped the blood.

Looking up at the frightened figure of the white-clothed shaman, a dark green spear on a wandering black seemed to be alive, and under the wave of Qi Yu's hands, he roared angrily at the white-clothed shaman.

With the appearance of the Nine Demon Jiao Spear, the air suddenly dropped, looking at the obviously weak figure of the white-clothed shaman, Qi Yuyou looked at his body, he felt that he still had a chance to win in this situation.

Although there is a big difference of one level, Qi Yu believes in himself and the Nine Demon Jiao Spear in his hand.

The moment the Nine Demon Jiao Spear was in his hands, the golden flame in Qi Yu's heart suddenly throbbed for some reason.

"No advance, no retreat, no victory, no defeat, no life, no death, no yin and no yang. Invincible, selfless. ”

Qi Yu roared loudly, and then a terrifying aura came from his body.

The terrifying energy sandwiched the flames of this golden snake and formed a huge protective circle around Qi Yu, and then in the shocked eyes of the white-clothed shaman, Qi Yu turned into a five-meter-tall flame giant.

Looking at the flame spear in his hand, he saw a spear in the center of it, two feet and three feet, and a spear that exuded a strong aura of death and darkness was lying quietly in it.

I don't know if it's because of the Nine Demon Spear itself, the flame spear in the flame giant's hand is not the same fiery red color as the one formed before.

Instead, it emits a dim green glow and a cold aura.

Looking at Qi Yu's larger figure, the white-clothed shaman spat out blood, slowly took out a long arrow glowing with cold light from behind him, and said with a smile on his face: "It's really looking for death." ”

Although Qi Yu had a fourth-level Nine Yang Soul Scatter, the white-clothed shaman's heart was so shocked, and at the same time, he was also stunned by the powerful effect of the Nine Yang Soul Scatter.

Watching the huge and terrifying wound on Qi Yu's chest slowly heal in front of him, although he had always been confident in his cultivation and poison, he saw with his own eyes that someone had suppressed everything in an instant.

Although the wound and poison were not completely resolved, there was no problem with its actions.

Therefore, the moment he saw Qi Yu regain his cultivation, his heart was shocked, but when he saw Qi Yu transform into a flame giant, the white-clothed shaman couldn't help but laugh.

Although it is said that the strength and destructive power will increase as you get older, but that is only in the general situation.

When facing a sharpshooter who is stronger than his own cultivation and is an excellent marksman, his huge body not only can't help him.

At the same time, it will also hinder its own fighting, not to mention that as it grows in size, its flexibility will gradually decrease.

Looking at the flame giant that Qi Yu had transformed into, the panicked and overwhelmed figure, the white-clothed shaman was like flying a kite, and kept walking the flame giant that Qi Yu had incarnated incarnate.

One by one, the poisonous arrows glowing with cold light shot into the huge body of the flame giant, although they were turned into ashes by the ferocious fire in the flame giant's body in the first place.

But the poison from the rotting bones on the arrow slowly entered the body of the flame giant.

Looking at the white-clothed shaman who kept flashing, Qi Yu picked up the flame giant spear in his hand, which was a sweep of thousands of troops, but no matter how hard Qi Yu tried.

The white-clothed shaman is like a poplar falling from the sky, it is so unpredictable, with all the strength of his body, Qi Yu still can't touch the corners of the white-clothed shaman's clothes.

Watching Qi Yu scratch his head like a huge bear, sweeping around.

A cheerful smile appeared on the white-clothed shaman's face, and the smile on his face grew even brighter as he watched the area on the flame giant's body slowly covered with black poison.

Looking at his own body, and then at the scene of the Flame Giant in the distance, the White Rite Shaman believed that even if he was so badly injured, he would definitely be the one who survived and won in the end.

The poison on his body was like a poisonous snake that roamed all over his body, wantonly destroying the already weak body of the flame giant.

Slowly, the poison enveloped the flame giant's body, and with a painful wail, the five-meter-tall flame giant suddenly dissipated.

And the wound on Qi Yu's body that had originally healed was also cracked open again because of the forced withdrawal from the incarnation of the Flame Giant this time.

Looking at Qi Yu's wound that had cracked open again and his weak expression, a smile of joy appeared on the white-clothed shaman's face.

Spit out a mouthful of thick blood, the white-clothed priest picked up the bow and arrow in his hand, and his body slowly turned a clear green, like a human form formed by green water.

Although he had confidence in himself and believed that Qi Yu would not be able to escape from his palm, the white-clothed shaman still cautiously used his water incarnation.

Although this would speed up the consumption of the little cultivation left in his body, it was all worth it, looking at Qi Yu's weak appearance and trying to pick up the Nine Demon Jiao Spear.

The white-clothed shaman said with a smile: "Don't struggle, no matter how strong your medicine is, after being hit by dozens of poisonous arrows from me, all that awaits you is death." ”

Looking at Qi Yu's struggling and painful figure, the white-clothed shaman roared angrily, "I'm asking again, where the high-grade spirit stone is smashed." ”

"I really don't know what high-grade spirit stones, what do you want me to say before you can believe it." Looking at the hideous face of the white-clothed shaman, Qi Yu said with a smile.