readx;?? Feng Qing's sword slashed into the gray mist, but Han Youchen's screams were not heard in the gray mist, and Feng Qing did not feel the feeling of the sword slashing into flesh and blood. Feng Qing, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, frowned slightly, and the mana poured into the sword, and suddenly the sword qi in the sword bloomed.

The gray mist was shattered and dissipated, but instead of Han Youchen's body, a strange-looking villain fell out of the gray mist. Feng Qing took a closer look, the villain was about a foot tall, and it was actually made of grass and trees, and the outside was blood-red, giving people a very strange feeling.

Fengqing's sword turned and shattered the villain, only to see a sharp baby cry from the villain, and dirty blood splashed from the broken villain.

"Ah, boy, you wait for me, the old man will never let you go!"

As the villain was shattered by Fengqing, Han Youchen let out a terrible scream not far away, and shouted.

Feng Qing in mid-air looked even angrier than Han Youchen, his long hair stood upside down, and said, "Bastard, this is a puppet of a hundred sons for death, you actually sacrifice such an evil thing that hurts the heavens and reason, you don't want to escape today!"

Before the words fell, a huge cyan eagle of more than 100 zhang appeared behind Feng Qing, and the eagle raised its head to the sky and let out a loud chirp, and then submerged into Feng Qing's body. Feng Qing's body was full of cyan light, rushing towards the direction of Han Youchen's escape like an arrow from a string, and caught up with Han Youchen in a few breaths.

"Huo Lao, what is the Hundred Sons Substitute for the Death Puppet?"

Although Chu Duan didn't know what it was, he could sense from Feng Qing's reaction that it should be a very vicious thing, otherwise it would not have caused Feng Qing to be so angry, manifesting the Law Aspect to raise his combat power to the peak and kill Han Youchen.

Huo Lao was silent for a moment, and said: "The Baizi Substitute Death Puppet is a kind of puppet, and the so-called substitute death is naturally a puppet that escapes death on behalf of itself and is used to save his life. There are not a few types of substitute death puppets, but the vast majority of substitute death puppets are refined with various heavenly and earthly treasures, and they can be directly sacrificed when necessary to replace their own dead puppets.

However, the heavenly and earthly treasures that can be used to refine the dead puppet do not need to think about it, and they know how precious they are, and ordinary people don't need to think about it, and even if they are rich, they may not be able to buy materials.

The sacrificial refining of the hundred sons for the dead puppet is relatively much simpler, and I don't know the specific refining method Ancestor, and I don't want to know. Because one of the materials used to refine this puppet was the brainchild of nine hundred and ninety-nine children who were born at the same time as themselves and of the same gender. ”

Chu Duan's heart trembled after hearing this, and his face became extremely ugly, he didn't expect that Han Youchen, the old dog, not only used the soul of a baby to refine evil things such as the Resentful Baby Stone, but also used the lives of nine hundred and ninety-nine children to refine a puppet to save his life. The blood of the heart is the blood of life, and you don't have to think about it to know that Han Youchen must have siphoned off all the blood of those children to refine the Hundred Sons for the Death Puppet.

"It's not a pity for this old dog to die, I hate to cramp and skin him with my own hands!" Chu Duan's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth.

"Hehe, do you think this hundred puppets are so easy to use? The other puppets are all made of precious heavenly and earthly treasures, and the price to be paid for death is very small, or even not at all.

But if this hundred sons for the death puppet wants to die, it needs to pay about forty percent of the user's natal essence blood as a price, and the old guy was forced to use the hundred sons for the death puppet in desperation, but it is strange that he can escape after losing four of the life essence blood. Huo Lao gloated.

Chu Duan's blood and qi surged, and his body flew into the air, and Han Youchen used Baizi to replace the death puppet before he flew far before he was caught up by Feng Qing.

Nangong Zheng, who was not far away, saw that Chu Duan did not escape, and there was an expression of joy on his face, he was really afraid that Chu Duan would take advantage of Fengqing to chase and kill Han Youchen and escape. Chu Duan glanced at Nangong Zheng, and didn't take him seriously at all, Nangong Zheng was just a clown who jumped off the beam.

However, Chu Duan admired Feng Qing very much, although this person was chased and killed by Nangong Zheng, but he was jealous and hateful, and he had the demeanor of a swordsman. The reason why Chu Duan didn't take this opportunity to escape was because he wanted to see Han Youchen, the old dog, being killed, on the one hand, because he knew that he couldn't escape far, and he would always have to divide life and death, since this was the case, it was better not to escape.

Han Youchen used Baizi to replace the death puppet, and he had already lost four of his life essence blood, and he was at the end of his rope at this time. The Gu jar above his head was constantly spewing out mist of various colors, which were not only extremely poisonous, but also contained very mysterious powers.

However, in the face of absolute strength, no matter how secret the means are, all kinds of mist can't get close to Feng Qing's body at all, the sword qi around Feng Qing is rolling like a tide, and the mist is shattered and dissipated under the sword qi.

Feng Qing held the sword in his hand to break through the billowing mist, and the dazzling cyan sword light pierced Han Youchen's eyebrows. The Gu jar above Han Youchen's head flew in front of him, and a mouthful of blue-gray blood containing powerful power sprayed on the Gu jar, and suddenly the Gu jar shone brightly, blocking in front of Han Youchen's eyebrows. A crisp sound of "jingle bell" sounded, and then Han Youchen screamed miserably, and his body flew out upside down.

"This old guy is really dead, he has already lost forty percent of his natal essence blood, and he even dares to spew out his natal essence blood to enhance the power of the magic weapon. Elder Huo scoffed.

Chu Duan shook his head and said, "The sixfold cultivator of Nirvana is too powerful, much stronger than that Bone Transformation Moth King, even if he doesn't exert his full strength, that old dog will have to fight hard to resist it." ”

Han Youchen, who flew out upside down, smashed on the bone tree, and a spider web-like crack opened on the thick bone tree, while Han Youchen's eyebrows were dripping blood. At this time, Han Youchen's face was blue-gray, his face was crawling with strange insect-like lines, his ears were covered with gray hair, and bark-like folds appeared on his eyes, forehead, neck, etc., and a pair of eyes also turned blue-gray, which was very different from the human race.

Huo Lao said: "This is his true body of the ancient witch clan, and the previous appearance of the human race was changed by him." ”

Chu Duan knew that many races liked to transform into the appearance of the human race, even super races such as the demon race and the true spirit race were no exception, and they would transform into the appearance of the human race and walk in the cultivation world. Of course, the monks of these races sometimes boast of their noble bloodlines, taking on human form while retaining some of their own characteristics. For example, the dragon incarnation generally retains the dragon's horns, the golden sacred cow that ploughs the sky retains the horns, and the six-toothed white elephant retains its ivory, etc.

If monks of other races deliberately hide their identities and completely take on human form, it is sometimes very slow to distinguish what race it is. Unless you have cultivated a special pupil technique, or have cultivated other perceptual secret techniques.

At this time, Han Youchen lost too much natal essence blood, and was injured by Feng Qing, and it was difficult to maintain his human form anymore, so he directly manifested his true body of the ancient witch clan. Han Youchen's natal witch treasure was held in his hand, but at this time, this grade was only an ordinary treasure rank lower grade, but there was a big hole left on the witch weapon with the power of an excellent treasure rank lower grade magic weapon.

It was obvious that this hole was stabbed out by Feng Qing's sword, and there were dense cracks spreading around the hole, and the entire Gu jar looked like it was about to shatter immediately. Han Youchen's heart was trembling, the Gu jar was his natal witch treasure, and now that the natal witch treasure had been hit hard, he was also greatly implicated.

Feng Qing stood not far from Han Youchen, his eyes were like torches, without the slightest pity and kindness. There is a good saying, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different, and you may have a lot of affection for your own race, but in the face of a foreign race, especially a foreign race like Han Youchen, who wantonly uses the flesh and soul of the human race to refine all kinds of evil weapons, giving him the slightest mercy is the greatest insult to those innocent victims.

"Han Youchen, you used my Terran baby baby to refine the Resentful Baby Stone and the Hundred Sons for the Death Puppet, and its sins are too numerous to write, now you have something to say!" Feng Qing said coldly.

Han Youchen didn't have the slightest remorse, he clutched his chest and laughed twice, and said: "Just like the livestock that you human race raises for slaughter, when have you ever asked those livestock how it feels? The butcher has been killing all his life, why haven't I seen anyone accuse him of being too unreadable? Why, now that you are killing your clan's ants, you can't stand it? Hehe, in the final analysis, it's just the law of the jungle." You won't understand, the weak only have the share of being slaughtered, where do they have the qualifications and power to resist!"

Feng Qing's face did not change and said: "You are right, but after all, it is my clan who was killed by you, and I believe that if it was the baby of your ancient witch clan who was killed, you would be as angry as me." With great power comes great responsibility, and now that I have the power to avenge them, I will avenge them. Since you know that the law of the jungle eats the strong, that's fine, but now it's you who is the weak!"

Han Youchen sneered and said nothing, Feng Qing raised the sword in his hand, and a stunning sword light tore through the sky and slashed towards Han Youchen under the bone tree. Han Youchen's mouth suddenly opened and let out a long howl, and a black bead squirted out of his mouth.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Feng Qing, Feng Qing's pupils contracted, and he secretly said that it was not good, and his body was about to retreat, but it was already a step too late. I saw that the black bead was spinning and exploding in an instant, domineering and violent, and the flames full of destructive aura instantly enveloped the area within a radius of thousands of feet.

With the black bead explosion site as the center of the circle, the black devastating flames rushed in all directions, and all obstacles in the path turned into flying ashes in the black flames. Chu Dui in the distance screamed, and he ran away, but his speed was obviously not as fast as the speed of the flames, and he was about to be caught up by the flames as soon as he ran more than two hundred zhang. The soup pot suspended above Chu Dui's head quickly grew larger, and Chu Duan plunged into the soup pot, and then the soup pot was also submerged in black flames.

Nangong was also terrified at the moment when the black beads exploded, and desperately urged the Wing Secret Treasure to increase the speed of the Wing Secret Treasure to the limit, reaching the speed limit of the Nirvana Sixfold Cultivator. However, the speed at which the black flames swept was even more astonishing, and I was afraid that even the sevenfold cultivators of Nirvana would not be able to escape from it, so Nangong Zheng could not escape from the enveloping range of the flames. However, when he was about to be caught up by the flames, Nangong Zheng took out an ice-blue bead with a painful face, crushed the bead, and suddenly formed an ice-blue bubble to wrap Nangong Zheng.

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