"Hey, under the law of swordsmanship, there is no soul extinguished, this little thing is not a raised ghost?"

Emperor Yunxiao let out a cry of surprise, although he had just struck "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" in a hurry, but the power was not small, and it should be more than enough to kill such a little ghost.

"Emperor Wuhuang, do you dare to sneak attack?"

The Great Spell Master's expression was cold, and he pinched a spell, summoned the little ghost to his side, and took the North Sea Demon Wing with one hand.

"Hehehe! Sneak attack? You really look up to yourself, the inland sea is a chaotic place, and most of the brave people who are hunted down and killed here are hidden.

What kind of thing are you in Fallen Soul Mountain, this king is the current head of Qingxia in the Eighth Holy Land, what qualifications do you have to recruit someone?"

Emperor Yunxiao's giant sword pointed at him from afar, his face was full of banter, with his current cultivation and status, what crooked winter melon and cracked jujube actually wanted to tie him to the chariot?

"Presumptuous! You dare to kill the two middle supremes of my Fallen Soul Mountain, and you dare to make a big deal of nonsense in front of this seat, if this is the case, you can't be left!"

The cursed soul looked at the North Sea Demon Wing in his hand, feeling the surging power inside, and his face showed a strong greed.

With this treasure in his hands, Emperor Yunxiao will be of little use to him.

"Spell Soul Disk, Heavenly Curse Domain, Open!"

The cursed soul monster screamed, one hand frantically refining the North Sea Demon Wing, and the other hand threw out a disc, countless spell runes pierced the void, and they were all shrouded in it within a radius of ten miles.

The palm-sized disc expanded wildly in the wind and rain, suppressing the turbulent waves below, building a flat land, and between the screen transitions, Di Yunxiao was pulled into the other party's domain.

"In the realm of heavenly spells, this seat is the supreme emperor, and if you cultivate to the heavens, you will fall here. ”

The greedy gaze of the Great Spell Master Spell Soul forgot to glance at the ring on Di Yunxiao's right hand, but he clearly remembered that the heavy battle axe lost by the war demon was robbed by Di Yunxiao.

Looking at this realm constructed by the law, Di Yunxiao's eyes narrowed, and he secretly cursed a fool.

Summoning your own realm will indeed increase your advantage, but don't forget that this is the Wheel of Life Sea Inland Sea, and there is no aura around you to draw it from.

As strong as a high-ranking supreme, the mana consumed to open such a large realm is absolutely terrifying, at most half an hour, there is no need for Emperor Yunxiao to forcibly break through, and this realm will also collapse due to the depletion of mana.

What's more, the other party is a spell master who is very strong in curse skills, but his body is fragile.

He practiced a variety of supreme immortal scriptures in Buddhism, and his body was full of mysteries, and he had already cast the body of Vajra that was inviolable by all laws, and he just restrained the spells, which was aimed at him in the most stupid way.

"Hahahaha, a powerful force, waiting for this seat to refine this divine treasure, where in the world can I not go?"

The black gas was filled, and the North Sea Demon Wing smelled the breath of fresh flesh and blood, and frantically merged into the left hand of the cursed soul.

Sucking blood, the breath of the North Sea Demon Wing became more and more huge, and the demonic power from afar was continuously injected into the body of the Great Spell Master, and in just ten breaths, the momentum of this guy was actually three or four points larger.

At this moment, Di Yunxiao was bound to the ground by the chains condensed by the spell runes, and smiled disdainfully when he heard this.

How could he not know the origin of the North Sea Demon Wing, for mortal realm cultivators, after refining, it can indeed greatly increase their combat power.

With the cultivation of the curse soul, if the sacrifice is completed, its threat is naturally much greater than that fool of the war demon, at least it is equivalent to the Eight Tribulations God Gang Supreme.

It's a pity that this guy doesn't know that there is no free food in the world.

The demonic power fed back to him by the North Sea Demon Wing came from devouring his blood and qi, in other words, the more his cultivation skyrocketed, the more his qi and blood and longevity were consumed.

After a hundred breaths, the breath of the Great Spell Master's curse soul churned all over his body, and the black demonic energy and mana were mixed, giving rise to all kinds of treacherous visions, and from a distance, he seemed to be an evil god soaked in blood and ink.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! It can actually tamp the body of this seat to such a point, it is worthy of being a divine object in the treasure of Tianhe, and the fool of the war demon is afraid that he has not even released one-twelfth of the ability of this treasure. ”

Bang! Bang!

The body of the cursed soul swelled, standing proudly like a mountain, and the feet stepped deep into the ground, and the ground comparable to lapis lazuli was directly trampled to pieces, and the violent strength actually shook out wisps of wind.

"Hahahaha, such a powerful force, even if you meet the old horseman of Canglong, what is this seat afraid of. Emperor Wuhuang, give me death!"

The footsteps kicked the ground, the ground collapsed, the muscles of the right hand of the cursed soul were knotted, and the five fingers were as black as ink, and they slapped directly at the face of Emperor Yunxiao, and there was a fierce aura that directly smashed his head.

Di Yunxiao's eyelids were slightly raised, and there was a hint of banter and sympathy in his eyes.

"Competing with this king in the flesh, I really have to admire your audacity, since this is the case, then play with you. ”

Putting away the Yuan Tu Sword, Emperor Yunxiao's arms drooped, and the terrifying Buddha Qi filled the limbs from the dantian Yuan Infant, and the golden light erupted from the pores, directly shattering the spell chains bound on his body.

Then the thunder divine pattern at the center of Emperor Yunxiao's eyebrows flickered, and in the face of the arrogant Great Spell Master, Emperor Yunxiao directly punched out.

"Eight Extremes Collapse Fist!"

Bang!

The two are only a hundred feet apart, and they have less time to breathe, and they directly punch each other.

The violent wind swept in all directions from the intersection of the two fists, and the ground of the spell rune could not bear it, and it directly sank for nearly a zhang before it could be regarded as unloading the impact of the two.

With one touch, Emperor Yunxiao retreated ten steps in a row, and the Great Spell Master's curse soul was flying over, and it was only stopped by the force of Emperor Yunxiao's punch that he slid out thirty zhang.

"Hey, how is it possible, your physical body is so powerful? Hey, interesting, interesting, if I kill your blood sacrifice, there will be one more evil demon at the bottom of the pressure box in this seat. ”

The cursed spirit looked frantic and excited, and he licked his dry lips and looked into his palm.

I saw that the palm that had been confronted by Emperor Yunxiao just now had been scorched black, and the flesh and blood were terrorously flipped, and I could vaguely see the pitch-black Gu bones inside, and there were a few traces of thunder in the rolled flesh and blood.

It's just that the cursed soul laughed wildly as if it didn't feel pain, the skeletal muscles of the arm crackled repeatedly, and the fleshy palm of the beaten skin healed quickly in the blink of an eye.

"It's a pity! No matter how strong your body is, you can injure this seat, but this seat can still recover easily, and your body is mine!"

Confirming the strength of his recovery power, the curse soul no longer had the slightest scruples, the black qi danced wildly, touched his fists fiercely, and slaughtered towards Emperor Yunxiao frantically.

At the same time, countless spell runes in the Heavenly Spell Realm lit up, turning into cursed spears that were one pole and one foot long, and stabbed at Emperor Yunxiao.

In the face of the cursed soul that was rampant, his eyes froze, his muscles and flesh swelled, and his spine exploded, like the flesh created by Shenjin was launched with all his strength, just a big step, and it had already appeared ten zhang away.

(End of chapter)