The twin guns were erected, the tips of the guns ejected from the arc of electricity, and the fire snake was entangled in electric light, dancing happily.

The fanged ghost face opened and was about to swallow Zhang Xiaohu in one gulp, when he suddenly saw a light in front of him, and countless thunderbolts burst towards it, and the power of heaven and earth shook it almost on the spot.

screamed in a hurry, turned his head and was about to flee away, but he could escape the speed of the electric light, and before he could turn around, the arc fire snake had already escaped into his mouth, and kept exploding and crackling in the big mouth of the fanged ghost.

Streams of green smoke rose in the face, and a painful expression appeared on the face, the face composed of black mist was constantly distorted and deformed, and the faces of men, women, and children appeared, looking at Zhang Xiaohu and smiling slightly, dissipating into the wind.

The fanged ghost face was like a living thing, struggling desperately, trying to escape the blow of the thunderstorm, but the arc, like magnetism, stuck it to death, no matter how it rolled and twisted, it couldn't get out of it at all.

The green smoke was steaming, and the huge face was rapidly shrinking, and at first the electric light hit the mouth, and the light and shadow could not be seen from the outside, but now, the arc had already revealed a black mist, casting the light into the world.

With the last silent wail, the fanged ghost looked down at Zhang Xiaohu, who was pressed down by the power of heaven and earth that he had beaten, and suddenly laughed.

The breeze was blowing, and the black fog passed away silently with the wind, never coming, and never existing.

The old man of the altar, the Spirit Witch King, turned pale, tilted his head back, and with a pop, the nosebleed shot out, hitting the black sacrificial robes with spots.

Zhang Xiaohu got up, looked left and right, and found strangely, just now, the murderous fanged ghost face disappeared, is this the Spirit Witch King pity himself? Or is the murderous creature hungry and looking for food?

Anyway, he waved the spear in his hand, let out a low shout, and as soon as his feet moved, he was about to rush forward.

The distance of 100 meters is only a moment, Zhang Xiaohu's eyes are against the Spirit Witch King, ready to take him down no matter what.

The strength is rushing, the qi and blood are like smoke and pillars, and the muscles on the body are bulging, this is to use the most violent method to blow up the Spirit Witch King at once.

The Spirit Witch King hated, he wanted to use the fanged ghost face to gnaw at Zhang Xiaohu's soul with one move, but he didn't expect that such a delicious soul would once again release a thunderbolt, I thought he had been beaten by fluctuations, but I didn't expect to recover so quickly.

As long as you take a slow breath, as long as you breathe, that fanged ghost face can have a full meal.

The Spirit Witch King is angry, your soul is as stable as a mountain, okay, then I will let you stabilize enough.

The crutches were lifted again, and the thin palms were bruised, aggressive, and the sound was like chasing souls, and it sounded softly on the altar.

Circles of ripples, invisible to the naked eye, rippled in the air, not far or near, just enveloping the range of a hundred meters, and even more tightly protecting the altar in the middle.

The ripples that couldn't be seen, but Zhang Xiaohu could feel it, the air shook, and his soul shook.

The figure that had just jumped up fell down with a bang and stepped heavily on the ground.

As soon as the spear was inserted into the ground, Zhang Xiaohu grabbed it with both hands, no matter how his body shook, he just refused to let go.

The ripples washed the soul, through the body, the strength and blood were not resisted, and the ripples without substance rippled in the air, easily penetrating everything and reaching the vital point.

There was darkness in front of him, his body trembled, his soul seemed to be hit by a giant bell, and the rumbling sound continued to echo in his heart.

Zhang Xiaohu gritted his teeth and persevered, because he knew that this attack could not have no price, it could not be endless, as long as he persisted, the one who won in the end was the winner.

Large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead and fell into thin splashes on the ground.

The palms of the hands were trembling, and the green tendons were popping out, beating rhythmically, the pores were opened, and the hot air erupted outward, and in the blink of an eye, the hairs were wet.

Zhang Xiaohu silently turned the exercises in his heart, and the only thing he could do now was to run the exercises.

I don't know if it's useful, but if he doesn't do it, what can he do.

The ripples penetrated through the body, shaking the primordial spirit, and everything seemed to be beaten into the tiniest particles at this moment.

Those who couldn't hold on, under the ripples, were beaten out of the body, and Zhang Xiaohu felt weaker than he had ever been.

Resist, must resist.

Zhang Xiaohu could no longer feel the existence of his body, as if he had fallen into boundless darkness.

The exercises slowly swirled in his heart, and he didn't know if it was really working, but he just recited it in his heart over and over again.

In his invisible body, the energy was running, but it was disturbed by the chaotic primordial vibration, stopping, stopping, walking, and going.

Standing body, as if he couldn't hold on anymore, Zhang Xiaohu knelt down, only with both hands, still holding the spear, leaning on it, and continuing to hold on.

In the vibration, countless small molecules flew out of the body, and there were no exceptions to the primordial spirit, strength, and even flesh and blood.

The kung fu gradually became coherent, and the strength was also on the right track, Zhang Xiaohu finally saw a glimmer of light in front of him, just ahead, the light was getting brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter.

Zhang Xiaohu opened his eyes, and there was a terrifying light in those eyes.

In this moment, he finally regained his body and took control of everything again.

The body is still weakly kneeling on the ground, but the original god is no longer so afraid of ripples and shocks.

Zhang Xiaohu savored it, but found that after the ripples passed through, he lost a large number of divine soul particles, but he beat himself even tighter.

Those things that fly out are useless waste, and what is left behind is the real self.

Zhang Xiaohu, who understood it, didn't dare to raise his head, and continued to kneel on the ground pretendingly, but he smiled in his heart.

In this short period of time, although he has lost a lot of Yuan Shen power, and even his strength is much less than before, but this kind of refining, invisible refining, can not be found anywhere, just this time, his strength has greatly improved, at least compared to before, it has increased by more than fifty percent.

I was secretly happy in my heart, and I laughed so hard that my hand holding the spear was constantly fighting.

Fortunately, he had been trembling just now, and when he fell into the eyes of the Spirit Witch King, it was just the same, and he couldn't see the change.

One wave, another wave.

The ripples continue to penetrate the body, shaking the primordial spirit, those lax places, are constantly tamped and tamped, those dross, are ruthlessly scattered and eliminated, the primordial spirit becomes denser, and the integration with the body also becomes more close.

In the distance, there were shouts for help, which were the sounds of the spirit witches being hit by the thunder.

The Spirit Witch King frowned, but he didn't even look over there.

No matter how many apprentices die, it can't catch up with the importance of killing this one monk, and the delicious soul is estimated to be worth the spirit of a hundred thousand million mortals alone.

What is the purpose of fighting and killing? It's not that he wants to go further, the Spirit Witch King has already seen the future, as long as he devours this monk's primordial spirit, it will go further, it is inevitable.

I don't know how many times the crutches in my hand were clicked, and the solid altar opened up pieces of cracks under the light pause of the crutches.

The Spirit Witch King finally stopped, panting heavily, his thin and cricket body was a little unable to withstand such an attack rhythm.

Glancing at Zhang Xiaohu, who was still kneeling down there, the Spirit Witch King took a hard breath and insisted on insisting, it was about to end, as for the few juniors who were making trouble over there, when it was over here, it would be destroyed.

This time, there won't be any more chaos, the Spirit Witch King thought, such a dense ripple attack, can still turn the sky?

Grabbing the crutches with both hands, the Spirit Witch King trembled and raised it high, his mouth chattering, and the powerful magic power poured into the crutches, passing through the altar, rapidly expanding.

The halo lit up from the head of the staff, and then lit up the entire altar, and followed the runes on the ground, outlining a huge formation.

Invisible power was generated in the formation, and the mortals who were tied to the pillars shouted in pain, and black smoke was drawn from the top of their heads, and then along the formation, along the runes, and along the altar, they were poured into the crutches.

It's just a fleeting exercise, and at the moment when Xiang'er was about to save people, hundreds of mortals were directly extracted from their souls and vitality.

In the attack just now, the Spirit Witch King consumed a lot of spirit and spirit, and there were so many mortals waiting for him to harvest, he didn't want to use his own strength completely, and he could save it, this was the Spirit Witch King's consistent code of conduct.

The crutches inhaled a large number of souls, and a layer of black light enveloped them, which could shake people's hearts and souls at a glance, as if they could hear the sound of the terrible howl inside.

The Spirit Witch King smiled strangely, his body straightened up a lot at this moment, and his face that could kill the bedbug was also stretched, happiness came so easily, I thought it was just a mortal spirit of less than 10,000 people, but I didn't expect someone to automatically send it to the door, it was still such a delicious soul, at this moment, he didn't know who to thank.

The Spirit Witch King swallowed, retracted the cane he was holding high, and gently stroked the body of the cane, like a beautiful bride.

Zhang Xiaohu was still pretending to be stupid, trembling and standing up with a spear, with his head down, it seemed that he had no power to resist, in fact, it was just to prevent the other party from seeing his already smiling face.

sighed to himself in his heart, if he came a few more times, maybe the middle stage of this god transformation would come.

Zhang Xiaohu shook his head and sighed, but in the eyes of the Spirit Witch King, it was the performance of the end of the strong crossbow, which was the rhythm of the body that could no longer be controlled.

The fanged ghost face failed before, and the opponent still held on, but now this time, I'm afraid it's a lore.

No longer hesitating, no longer wandering, letting go of the last bit of heart, the Spirit Witch King held his crutch and pointed forward.

The magic power surged like a crutch, carrying the black mist in the crutches.

The magic power that broke away formed a fist in mid-air, a dark black fist, and it was a blow to Zhang Xiaohu's chest.