Once, twice,...... Eight times, the originally dark Sanyang Soul Devouring Blade, the sword blade, the sword blade, and even the originally bloodthirsty and endless blood groove, all showed a trace of coldness.

Lu Changhe's heart was furious, no one had ever let him face it like this, this new disciple was definitely not a person, didn't he have burned the remnants of the soul, and he used the sacrifice of the remnant soul to improve the means of attack and killing, but at most he only sacrificed three times, even if it was a mid-stage Jindan monk, it was difficult to retreat with his whole body.

However, this time may have been too careless at first, and he did not directly sacrifice 100,000 resentful souls to help, not that he was careless, but in fact he was reluctant, you know, every resentful remnant soul needs him to spend a lot of mental energy in the sea territory full of demon beasts to kill it with his own hands, and in the Sanyang Soul Devouring Blade, he has only accumulated three or five million remnant souls, and there is still a long way to go from the tens of millions that can make it transform.

Every time he goes to sea to hunt demons, every bloody journey is accompanied by the fear of death, but three successive sacrifices to kill the Ten Thousand Souls Killing Attack can't kill the opponent, and even the other party responds lightly, which makes him not angry.

In addition to the heartache, he directly sacrificed 50,000 remnant souls, wanting to kill the other party, in his heart, even if the early Jindan monk faced such a terrifying invasion of resentment remnant souls, he would definitely not be spared, but the reality disappointed him again, Crane Wuwu was not defeated, and a disgusting scorching breath seemed to be the nemesis of resentment remnant souls, and even had no effect on his mind at all. In this tiresome heat, the remnant soul of resentment is like melting snow, which is easily dissipated into nothing, it is the demon soul that has been hunted by killing and killing with great expense, how not to be angry, how not to be painful.

He naturally remembered the taboos recorded in the ancient cultivation and relict secret technique, but when he was about to fight and die, he was not allowed to retreat, upholding the hatred in his heart, killing thoughts, Lu Changhe directly ignited 100,000 resentful soul remnants, as a decisive method, it also consumed the foundation of its own accumulation, and it also overdrew the potential of the natal spirit weapon Sanyang Soul Devouring Blade.

Anger, the ultimate madness roared in the mind, killing, killing, destroying the people in front of you, destroying this indifferent and cruel world.

You demon, you imprison us and other living beings, heaven and earth do not tolerate it, he will suffer from soul devouring and refining one day, and he will never be reincarnated.

Boom, one after another distracting thoughts were like a terrifying sea frontier demon tide, impacting the soul of the landing Changhe, all kinds of hideous demon beasts, monks, and even some weird and terrifying-looking demon beast collections, screaming and roaring in their minds frantically.

Regurgitating, accumulating sand into a tower, accumulating a little into a lot, Lu Changhe's heart finally broke out, and began to unite the remnants of the resentful souls imprisoned by his sacrifice from the inside out.

It's not good, the Jindan monk immediately realized that something was wrong, the resentful soul aura that rushed to the sky was wildly breeding, and the terrifying roar stirred the heaven and earth qi, and as soon as his body moved, he wanted to come forward and forcibly intervene.

However, before he could make a move, the crane who bore the brunt of the attack suddenly broke out, and Zhou Hao and Chu Renjie were also not alert.

Hum, the scorching breath that completely erupted was like a round of scorching sun, yes, just like the scorching sun at noon, the pure pure yang breath was violently triggered.

"Brother Zhou, today he will show the power of the Sword Sutra. With a long roar, the crane rose into the sky without worry, like a huge sword body that split the sky and slashed the earth, and the color of the sword was like a sword

The meridians rushed up, and there were even black and white entwined and swirled, fighting the heavens and the earth to shatter the void.

The two teachers and nephews stopped. The Jindan monk who was protecting Lu Changhe was shocked and shouted, and the coercion of the Jindan monk in the later stage swept the scene with a majestic killing machine, wanting to suppress the two of them to go crazy.

Brother Jindan was extremely panicked, it didn't matter if the crane didn't have to die, the important thing was that Lu Changhe couldn't have an accident, and Lu Changhe's safety was responsible for him.

But on the other hand, Zhou Hao is sacrificing the means of killing, eyeing the tiger, not to mention intervening in the fight, even if he shows a trace of unkindness, I am afraid that he will not escape the doom. He didn't believe that Zhou Hao came up with a lore method, he just threatened himself, if he was himself, someone would come forward to fight for him, and he would never leave alone easily.

However, his shouting didn't have the slightest effect, not to mention that Zhou Hao couldn't pass this level, Lu Changhe was instantly lost in his mind, roaring angrily, and the Sanyang Soul Devouring Blade burned even more wildly, but in an instant, the originally black blade turned into a blood-colored color, and countless remnant soul resentments were instantly turned into flying ashes, and the burning death intent was condensed and compressed, and a dead light flashed like thunder in the sky, instantly penetrating the void, making it a netherworld within a radius of a few zhang.

Zhou Hao was slightly distracted by the disturbance of Monk Jindan, but the familiar scorching breath already understood its name, the breath of pure yang, which was the kind of magical power that fascinated him almost and imperceptibly transformed himself almost all the time.

The eyes are bright, although I don't understand how Crane Wuwu did it, but this undoubtedly gave Zhou Hao a booster, groping alone, figuring out the exercises, learning various classics, trying to make up for the shortcomings of lack of knowledge and not wide vision, but Zhou Hao always understood that this road is destined to be difficult, and the things that can be noisy to everyone, even if they are magical and secretive, are just picking up people's teeth and wisdom, and some things must be passed on orally, which can never be changed.

Why is Crane Wuwu's Pure Yang Breath so powerful, he doesn't believe that Crane Wuwu will also do anything to self-damage the meridians and acupoints, as for the spiritual fruit Dao based on the seed and recasting the acupuncture points, it will definitely open a precedent for cultivation, and if he can succeed, he can only celebrate that the Lucky Dao is good enough, and the providence of heaven favors him.

If you can learn from the Pure Yang Breath of the Crane Worry-Free Imperial Envoy, you may be able to speed up the time for some Dao types to completely merge, so that your own meridian damage is expected to recover as soon as possible, which also means that you can improve your cultivation as soon as possible and embark on the return journey.

In the face of Lu Changhe, who broke out in an instant, he didn't dare to slack off, after all, he was only a foundation building monk, and his cultivation was much lower than the other party, and Lu Changhe, who was crazy at the moment, had surpassed the foundation building power in terms of strength, and he could completely crush the early stage monks of Jindan.

And what Crane Wuwu relies on is purely his own superb cultivation, the five elements spiritual root, as the descendant of the sword master, his secret skills are more exquisite than any monk, and the immortal sword scripture is even more ancient, non-sword master inheritors can not practice, although there is no Zhou Hao longevity Sutra of gentleness and purity, but also agree not to be underestimated.

The first way of killing, supplemented by the Yin and Yang Two Yi Sword, as well as the Five Elements Open Heaven Sword Two Secret Techniques Inheritance, although the crane has been building a foundation for a long time, but can only major in the way of the Yang Sword, and the secret method is to harvest the Yin and Yang Qi of Heaven and Earth, refining pure Yang to just and pure.

This is also what the crane looks like without worry

Soft but masculine is compelling, and this pure yang breath is a natural restraint of yin qi, and it is also restrained to death, no matter what kind of yin and evil spirits, demons and evil poisons are restrained by pure yang breath, if it is said that the yin spirit power attacks, the pure yang breath is enough to weaken its power by more than fifty percent.

Killing is extreme, it can be described as ferocious and violent, but there is still nothing to be done about the breath of pure yang, if it is a monk next to him, he may also suffer fear because the killing aura is too ferocious, or because of the erosion of resentful souls, and have no fighting spirit.

The breath of pure yang is a standout, even if more resentful souls are sacrificed, the crazy killing machine generated has almost become the substance.

For the first time, the crane raised its head to the sky and roared, accompanied by the pure yang sword that soared into the sky, and shattered the blood-colored sword of the Sanyang Soul Devouring Blade.

Buzz, this time, the sword did not scatter, but it froze a huge circle of dozens of zhang.

Click, the crazy scattered breath blew away the rocks on both sides, and they fell off the cliffs one after another, and near the two figures, there was a depression.

Lu Changhe's mouth was full of meaningless roars and hideousness, and he had only one obsession in his confusion, to kill the opponent's body and imprison the opponent's soul, even if it damaged the Sanyang Soul Devouring Blade, which had already cracked.

Killing the monk was covered with the blood of endless demon beasts, the blood in the monk's heart, but at this time, Lu Changhe's front clothes were covered with blood stains, and his mouth was full of the power of hard resistance to shock.

Crane Wuwu is also not easy, the remnant soul resentment of the crazy sacrifice curse continues to gush, and thousands of remnant soul resentment will be devoured and burned overnight, this knife seems to be endless, this knife poured into the combined force of a monk in the late stage of foundation building and countless resentment and remnant thoughts, even if Crane Wuwu is full of strength, it is difficult to parry.

But the scorching breath of pure yang did not decline, under the incineration, in the place where the sword was adhered to, the swarming remnant souls at the moment of touching the breath of pure yang, before death unwillingness, resentment, hideousness, remorse, all kinds of mixed thoughts instantly calmed down, wisps of black and gray breath, separated from the residual thoughts.

Those wisps of remnants like small black snakes were mercilessly burned by the breath of pure yang, turning into nothingness, leaving no trace of them.

In an instant, there were countless white bright spots in the air, lingering near the breath of pure yang, that is, fearful, and unbearable to leave, and the remnant soul resentment, as if it had been purified. No more confused, no more roaring, but freedom again. Wisps of nine-colored glow, faint but conspicuous, and from these white points of light that were constantly reborn and quickly disappeared, they escaped and merged into the breath of pure yang.

In the blink of an eye, the surging clouds and evil spirits, the roar of resentful souls, as if melting snow, collapsed, and the place where the swords intersected seemed to be helped by the nine-colored light, and the breath of pure yang instantly scorched, like a bright sun, and disappeared in a flash.

Lu Changhe had never been so frightened, even in the face of tens of thousands of demon beasts in the sea, it was not bad to panic and helpless, but at this time, it was as if he was imprisoned, in his ears and eyes, the remnant soul resentment everywhere in all directions roared madly and roared at him.

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