108. Complete form

After speaking, Prince Mingyang's face automatically turned into a bloodthirsty wolf head, and the sharp wolverine claws instantly stretched several times and entangled with Dongyu Yuan Que. The obsession with blood (flesh ròu) in the blood-red eyes made his hara a big pool.

Dongyu Yuan Que held the knife and slashed wildly, but there was no progress, and several times he was able to avoid the sharp steel claws, and even most of his hair was cut off, revealing a cold and resolute face hidden by the hair.

In this kind of hanging battle, the Blood Skull King didn't seem to be very enjoyable, only to see the slender centipede body suddenly swoop towards the two of them with force in the air. The crystal skull fell back onto the bone scepter, bursting out with a dazzling (desire yù) blind white light on one of the hands, and the two of them, who were rushing vigorously, were suddenly enveloped in white light, unloaded the force of one (body shēn), and were beaten to the ground by the mace in the other hand.

The twelve faces turned again, like a falcon's cold white man's face looked at the two of them coldly, and as they stepped into the air, the earth shook, and scorching magma and poisonous gas rushed out from under the shattered surface. A fire dragon roared out of the man's wide mouth and rushed towards the two, Feng Yiling threw out the enchantment at the moment, but he didn't want to burn it to pieces the moment he touched the fire dragon, and it made the fire dragon grow up a little suddenly.

Dongyu Yuan Que pulled Feng Yiling and retreated, staring at the eagle falcon man who was breathing fire and said coldly, "This demon fire can absorb spiritual power, be careful!" ”

Seeing the demon fire attacking, the two of them retreated one after another, but unexpectedly, a black lightning volley slashed out in the air, and most of Dongyu Yuan Que's hair was cut off. Avoiding the black lightning, the two retreated again, and saw that the twelve hands on the Blood Skull King (身shēn) were in the shape of a thousand-armed Guanyin, and they began to release their skills one after another.

The two who were suppressed and beaten by the Blood Skeleton King were not embarrassed, Feng Yiling accidentally fell into a cloud of phantom fog and fell into the illusion, and Dongyu Yuan Que was beaten to death.

"Dongyu Yuan Que, how are you going to seal it now!" "Prince Mingyang" looked at Dongyu Yuan Quexin (情qíng) and said happily, "Who else is there now!" ”

"Haha!"

"What can any of you do to me?"

As he spoke, a slender hand pointed at Dongyu Yuanque, and several pieces of black door-like things nailed Dongyu Yuanque's to the ground.

Dongyu Yuan Que looked at the sky, there was no sorrow, no joy and no worries in his eyes, he was stunned like a dry well, it seemed that whether he was dead or alive, everything had nothing to do with him!

The Blood Skull King suddenly roared, and a huge anger appeared on the face of the "Prince Mingyang" who was staring at Dongyu Yuan Que.

"I hate your attitude that nothing matters if you don't want anything!"

", please! Get on your knees and beg me! ”

"Please let you go!"

"Please!"

"Give me (lick tiǎn)tiǎn) feet!"

It's a pity that no one can meet his request, who let Ya's feet be too much. The Blood Skull King was furious, and with a mace, he smashed the East Elm Yuan Que into a dry (flesh ròu), but because of the effect of the powerful curse, the East Elm Yuan Que automatically recovered in the next second, and was broken again, restored, broken, restored......

On the other side, Feng Yiling, who was trapped in the black mist, sat on the ground dejectedly, letting the Blood Skeleton King's outstretched hand choke his neck, and did not do anything

He struggled as if he had experienced the most desperate blow, completely lifeless.

In front of him, the ink pupil conjured up in the black smoke was holding a knife and approaching him step by step, and asked coldly:

"Why don't you save me!"

"Why didn't you save me?"

"You have a chance to save me! You can save me! Why don't you save me! ”

"Compared to them, everyone is more important than me, isn't it?"

After him (body shēn), the people of the Feng clan stood still, looked at him, and roared angrily, you are the young patriarch of the Feng clan, everything should be in the interests of the Feng clan, how can you give up the Feng clan for a woman?

Don't you know who matters?

Our Feng clan is your strong backing! You are a member of my Feng clan, you are a member of the Feng clan in life, and you are a ghost of the Feng clan in death!

Feng clan people......

Feng Yiling's statue was poured with lead and froze in place, unable to move, and could only watch as Mo Tong approached step by step, and the sword in his hand was inserted into his heart and slashed fiercely. Blood-colored demonic tentacles spread out from under the blood-stained dagger, enveloping Feng Yiling and enveloping it into the gaping mouth of the Blood Skull King's Cylinder (身shēn).

"I take your spiritual power and skin (meat ròu)!"

"It's the best skin (meat ròu) I've seen in a thousand years, hmm!" Skeletron sighed as he savored it, and the joy of victory carried him away.

"Haha!"

"Who else can compete with me!"

"Who else?"

"Haha-" The second "haha" halfway through, the body of the cylinder (body shēn) that devoured Feng Yiling broke a big hole, rolling out a large pile of intestines and stomachs, white bones and skeletons. A bloodied Feng Yiling stood on a ruin with a long sword in his hand, and gasped for breath with a pale face.

At the same time, his right hand quickly sealed, and the blood of a hand smeared on the long sword, and the sword (body shēn) suddenly ignited dense and dazzling golden runes, and the sword (body shēn) grew even larger, stabbing at the Blood Skeleton King who swooped in surprise.

The Blood Skull King swayed in the air, dodging the attack of the golden sword and appeared behind Feng Yi Ling Ling (身 shēn), a ghostly face wearing iron armor holding an iron chain towards Feng Yi Ling (set tào).

Feng Yiling resisted with his backhand, and the friction between the long sword and the iron chain was sharp and piercing.

A move was blocked, and the ironclad ghost face roared angrily, and shook the chain again.

Feng Yiling's heart ached, and it was a mouthful of old blood.

The chain is automatically extended, and it is divided into two, two, four, and eight...... In an instant, it was like a net of heaven and earth, densely intertwined, covering Feng Yiling's sharp shrinkage.

Feng Yiling looked at the iron-armored ghost face coldly, holding the sword (body shēn) in his right hand and cutting through the palm of his hand, the long sword stained red by blood, the golden light was even worse, and with the swing, the golden long sword turned into a charm and disappeared into the gap in the net of heaven and earth. Also disappeared was Feng Yiling.

The nets of heaven and earth fluttered into the air, the iron-armored ghost face roared wildly, and the powerful spiritual power swooped down from the sky, and there was still no trace of Feng Yiling, except for those fluttering butterflies conjured up by golden charms.

The sunlight cast a golden light through the clouds, and those golden butterflies grew up and transformed into little elves, countless elves began to chant, and Wei Qi's staff shone brightly in the dark clouds and the sun

(欲yù) blind light.

There were more and more singing elves flying in the air, and the singing voices became louder and louder, from fast to slow, and then to the end of the word by word, Feng Yiling broke out of the air, and his right hand, full of scars and blood, held a large cloud of black lightning that was entangled with each other, and threw it at the Blood Skeleton King.

The elf stopped chanting, and with the golden light in the Blood Skeletron's body, Feng Yiling held the staff and recited the last incantation.

Thousands of elves rushed towards the Blood Skull King, and under Feng Yiling's staff, the Blood Skull King seemed to be frozen by an external force, allowing Feng Yiling's black lightning to fall on (body shēn). The elves attached to the Blood Skeletron suddenly exploded into the body of the Blood Skeletron, staining the Blood Skeletron's body with golden blood.

The black lightning continued to cut and decompose on the Blood Skeletron's large skull head, and the golden blood stained on the surface of the body was also like a fire, instantly sparking the prairie and burning a golden armor on the surface of the Blood Skeletron's body.

Feng Yiling watched the Blood Skeleton King's skull being cut and decomposed by the frantically entangled black lightning, and screamed as it was burned by the golden flames, and took a step forward to take the opportunity to grab the white bone scepter, not wanting a sense of detachment to hit his heart, he couldn't keep standing at the moment, and fell straight from the air.

Dongyu Yuan Que, who had been flattened countless times on the ground, rushed up and caught the falling Feng Yiling. The scruffy long hair seems to have been shortened by countless reconstructions, revealing a pale but handsome face. The tattered garment turned into a dark armor and was tied to its slender and well-proportioned (身shēn).

Feng Yiling tugged on the sleeve of Dongyu Yuan Que and said with difficulty: "Help me take the white bone scepter." ”

Dongyu Yuan's eyes sank, and he nodded in response.

Seeing that Dongyu Yuan Que should go down, Feng Yiling let go of his hand, and he didn't dare to fall asleep against the wall.

Dongyu Yuan Que Hui (身shēn) looked at the Blood Skeleton King who was trapped in the golden flames, constantly roaring and rolling, and a thousand anger welled up in his long and narrow black eyes. With a volley of his right hand, a sharp spear with a black body broke through the air.

The spear whined as the East Elm Yuan Que was raised, as if celebrating the reunion with its master after a long absence. The sharp cold light moved with the command of Dongyu Yuan Que's hand, and directly hit the "Prince of Mingyang".

"I could seal you a thousand years ago, and I can seal you a thousand years later!"

"You think you'll still be able to go to heaven!"

Seeing that Dongyu Yuan Que used [Don't Seal], the Blood Skeleton King hurriedly dodged, but one of his arms was still cut off by the sharp blow.

Of course, compared to Feng Yiling's black lightning destructive power, this arm was completely negligible.

As the potential energy of the black lightning weakened, the Blood Skeleton King, who had four faces cut off, rolled to the side, finally dodged, and looked at the East Elm Yuan Que who was gradually approaching, and laughed deadly:

"I didn't see it, you can still pretend to be (quite tǐng)!"

"I've been wearing a green hat for thousands of years, don't you think it's too late to find face now?"

Dongyu Yuan Que clenched his spear and smiled coldly: "It's not too late to care about you!" ”

Seeing that Dongyu Yuan Que was silent, he was suddenly scolded, which made the Blood Skeleton King a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't find the words to fight back for a while. Glancing at Feng Yiling, who was "pretending to be dead" on the side, he suddenly felt a huge pain in his body, "You two humble things, one ruined the old."

Zi has four faces, one is not with Lao Tzu, today is your death! ”

"Damn, take your life!"

After speaking, he suddenly fought with Dongyu Yuan Que in mid-air, and the fight was dark, lightning and thunder, and the victory was indistinguishable. When the two finally separated, one of the East Elm Yuan Que was stripped of one of his arms, and the Blood Skull King was cut off of two more faces and three hands.

Obviously, it was the Blood Skeletron who had the upper hand in this battle, and at this moment, he could still float steadily in mid-air and look at the two of them who were still breathing on the ground.

Dongyu Yuan Que panted for breath with his spear, and a (body shēn) blood completely dyed the Xuanxi armor red, and there was still bright red blood bubbling in some broken places.

Feng Yiling, who had rested for a while and regained his strength slightly, stood up from the ground, raised his hand and twisted it on the night pearl at the top of the staff, and pulled out a golden dagger engraved with runes from under the night pearl.

(End of chapter)