Jian Yi, the narcissistic pig, and the fat rat angrily slaughtered the Baifeng Ancestor and the Qiangu Ancestor, Elder Yun and the others looked at the situation and said in a deep voice: "Sword Two, Sword Three, Mo Qin, let's enter the Ninth Peak, help your disciples to completely kill the Ancestors of the two major corps, and then set up a formation to deal with the Wind and Thunder Ancestor and the Mountain Wood Ancestor, I am afraid that the Heavenly Sword and Earth Sword Array of the First Peak will not be able to trap the two Great Ancestors." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Elder Yun, what should Senior Brother Qin do? He must not be dead yet. ”

Jian Er's eyes flickered a few times and said softly: "Senior Brother Qin has a secret technique, how could he be easily suppressed with his ability, maybe it was his intention." Besides, even if we help Senior Brother Qin, no one will be able to pass through that poisonous Jedi. ”

"When the judgment is constantly in turmoil, let's go. ”

Elder Yun and the others rushed into the Ninth Peak, and the power of the sword array suddenly increased greatly.

Yu Jianzi's face was ugly, and a very bad premonition rose in his heart, he knew very well the power of the Ten Thousand Poison Tower, once an ancestor in the late stage of the Spirit Realm was suppressed, it would not take a moment to corrode it into venom, but now the Ten Thousand Poison Tower was shaking, it was someone who tried to blast it from the inside.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that kid to actually cultivate the legendary Supreme Innate Gang Qi, and he has persisted until now. Yu Jianzi bit his finger and forced out a stream of essence blood to fly into the Ten Thousand Poison Tower again, and the shaking tower body came to a standstill.

Qin Ling's flesh and blood were tattered and shocking, if it weren't for the continuous repair of spiritual energy, he would have been corroded to only a pile of bones, and finally turned into a puddle of venom. But he was armed with eternal divine skills, and under the plundering and devouring of the Eternal Celestial Pattern, countless poisonous energies turned into rolling vitality, and new Celestial Patterns condensed one after another.

It was an incredible practice, and no one could have imagined that in such an environment, the practice could maintain a perfect balance.

The poison corroded the flesh and blood, and the aura reforged the spirit. At the same time, under the crisis of life and death, the potential is constantly stimulated, and the cultivation is constantly improving.

One hundred heavenly patterns, one hundred and five heavenly patterns, one hundred and ten heavenly patterns, soon the number of heavenly patterns in his qi sea exceeded one hundred and fifteen, the greater the number of eternal heavenly patterns, the greater the power, the poison on his body was plundered before it could begin to attack, and the poisonous mist and poisonous fire that had just approached his body were directly devoured.

Qin Ling had already swallowed forty elixirs, and when he opened his eyes, he faintly saw through the vague poisonous mist that the Instrument Spirit Python was hovering on the ground.

The surrounding poison can't get close, and it turns into a long rainbow of energy that is absorbed by him, Qinling's flesh and blood grow rapidly, and there are many elixirs in the treasure storage ring, so it is enough for his mortal body to completely transform into a spirit body.

He walked towards the machine spirit step by step, all the poisonous mist and poisonous fire around him were absorbed, and the pressure on him from the Ten Thousand Poison Tower was constantly weakening, and the machine spirit finally noticed the abnormality, and opened his mouth to bite down again.

"Qiankun hand. ”

Qin Ling crushed five spirit stones at one time, and the vast power turned into a big hand that covered the sky, sweeping the sun, moon and stars, and all the poison and spirit were imprisoned.

The machine spirit instinctively wanted to struggle, but with a slight grasp of Qiankun's hand, the five-hundred-meter giant body was condensed, and finally grabbed it and lifted it high in the palm of his hand.

The energy made of the five semi-finished spirit stones was finally able to support the grasp evolution of Qiankun's hand, and with one grasp and one mention, the machine spirit was captured and brought to the front. Qin Ling's eyes were full of light, and he pressed down with one palm to urge the Eternal Heavenly Pattern to begin devouring the energy of the Instrument Spirit.

The python body of more than 500 meters was constantly shrinking, while the number of eternal celestial patterns in his body was increasing wildly.

The poisonous mist and poisonous fire that emitted were sucked back by a force, revealing the lonely body of the hundred-meter tower. Yu Jianzi's whole body trembled, and his connection to the natal treasure weapon was weakening.

Boom, boom, the Tower of Ten Thousand Poisons was shaking, as if drunk, and the light emanating from his body was getting dimmer and dimmer. Suddenly, Yu Jianzi opened his mouth and spat out a stream of dirty blood, his eyes were confused, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness.

The Tower of Ten Thousand Poisons rose into the sky, restoring its miniature form and flying into the hands of a person.

Qin Ling held the Ten Thousand Poison Pagoda in his left hand, and suppressed the three hundred meters long instrument spirit left in his right hand, his momentum was like a prison like the sea, and it was unparalleled by ten thousand poisons.

"It's a pity that the Ten Thousand Poison Tower is so wasted, anyway, mine has already stepped into the half-step spirit realm, and the strength to advance to the spirit realm is raised. With a wave of his hand, Qin Ling sent the remaining two hundred and forty meters long instrument spirit into the Ten Thousand Poison Tower, and one hundred and fifty Eternal Heavenly Patterns in his sea of qi were vibrating, and the aura of terrifying power emanated in all directions.

The first to bear the brunt was Yu Jianzi, his confused eyes suddenly returned to clarity, but then he showed a look of despair, and a palm print was pressed down on his head. He could clearly see every palm print on the palm print, and each palm print seemed to be a murder weapon, which could destroy the heavens and the earth and suppress the eternals.

He didn't have any power to resist at all, he had already injured his vitality in order to urge the Ten Thousand Poison Tower, where could he resist Qin Ling's Jedi counterattack at this moment.

With a loud bang, the earth cracked, Yu Jianzi was crushed by the power of thunder, his legs exploded into a blood mist, his upper body bones were all shattered, and even his head was deformed.

"The old man wants you to be buried with you. ”

Yu Jianzi launched a soul attack before he died, Qin Ling showed a sneer, and roared, "Soul Regret Technique." ”

The power of the soul is like turning into two big hands, grabbing Yu Jianzi's soul and tearing it fiercely. The first move of the Heavenly Divine Refining Technique is the Soul Horror Technique, and the second move is the Soul Regret Technique, which is twice as powerful.

", Qin Kid is really hard-hitting, not only did he not die, but he also took away the Ten Thousand Poison Tower. The narcissistic pig was a little surprised to see Qin Ling get out of trouble, and then saw him slap Yu Jianzi in the late stage of the Necromantic Realm with one palm, and suddenly exclaimed, ", why did his cultivation suddenly become so powerful." ”

"Damn, Master Rat also has a time to look away. The fat rat also screamed.

The disgraced Baifeng Ancestor and Qiangu Ancestor were already in danger, when they saw the invincible power of Qinling, the battle intent in their hearts instantly collapsed, they glanced at each other, and there was an extra treasure weapon in their hands at the same time, Qiangu Ancestor was a treasure shield, Baifeng Ancestor was a treasure spear, and the two of them stood together as if they were a gun and shield in one.

"Hurry back. ”

The sword shouted, not daring to face the union of the two ancestors.

"Nine Fists of Zhantian. ”

Qin Ling's figure appeared in front of everyone, and as soon as he made a move, he blasted over with one and a half million catties of divine power, hating the sky and singing, human affection was ruthless, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, reversing yin and yang, five punches in a row, and the fist momentum of each punch surpassed the previous move, and a fist wave appeared over the entire sword courtyard in the indomitable advance, and any obstacle would be crushed.

He was suppressed under the Ten Thousand Poison Tower, but instead of being fine, he used the power of Ten Thousand Poisons to reshape the spirit body and improve his cultivation. With 1.5 million catties of divine power, there has never been such a strong cultivator in the spiritual realm.

The Hundred Peaks Ancestor and the Thousand Valley Ancestor were all terrified, and after living for thousands of years, they finally knew what fear was and how vulnerable they were in the face of death.

The two of them endured their horror, roaring like a giant beast from their mouths, and the treasures in their hands were shining brightly. The shield of the treasure turned into the strongest defense, and the spear of the treasure turned into the strongest attack, which looks like a set of combined treasures, which are held by the two for some reason, or the ancestors of different forces.

A mountain peak below collapsed, Qin Ling's face was resolute, unmoved, and he took the sixth step in the air, and played the sixth move of the Nine Fists of Zhantian, 'Heaven and Earth are sad'.

A desolate, desperate mood diffused, the sky was above all beings, and at this moment it was broken by the power of all beings, and the heavens were in sorrow.

The Baifeng Ancestor and the Thousand Valley Ancestor who were shocked out spurted out three mouthfuls of blood at the same time, their white hair turned bloody, and their whole person was wrapped in a layer of blood light.

Qinling's combat strength is brave and unrivaled.

"They're going to run. The sword turned into a sword, and he used the emperor-level sword technique to slash the void with a sword, leaving only two screams, and the two ancestors disappeared in place.

"That's the Hundred Peaks Sect's treasure weapon, the 'Demon Slayer Spear'. ”

As soon as the sword reached out and grabbed it, the treasure spear that had fallen to the ground flew into his hand. At the last moment, Baifeng Ancestor was still severely injured by the Heavenly Sword Technique, and even the Zhenjiao treasure weapon was left in the Sword Academy.

Boom -

The sword array on the first peak was torn apart by a powerful force, and the figures of countless disciples were staggered by the counterattack of the big array, and everyone vomited blood.

In the middle of the great array, the Wind Thunder Ancestor and the Mountain Wood Ancestor each held a treasure weapon and flew out in embarrassment.

"Qin Ling, be careful of the treasures in their hands, the Wind Thunder Hammer and the Litian Wood. ”

Jian Yi and Qin Ling's figures flashed outside the first peak, just in time to see the two ancestors finally break out of the formation, the sword turned into a sword, a sword slashed towards the mountain and wood ancestor, and Qin Ling punched at the wind and thunder ancestor.

The two ancestors have been trapped for a long time, and their strength has been consumed by fifty or sixty percent, and they finally rushed out and were intercepted again. The Litianmu Chao Sword in the hand of the Shan Mu Ancestor stabbed them one by one, turning into a hundred and ten meters long, and the light flowed.

Jian Yi's sword is the sword of killing, the sword of attack, and he is tired from fighting until now, but his fighting spirit is always excited. The two of them snorted at the same time, and each was shaken back.

However, Qin Ling's punch has the potential to encroach on the river, the fist mark is like the sky, and the fist is like a mountain, even if the Wind and Thunder Ancestor is in his heyday, it is difficult to resist this peak terrifying punch. The wind and thunder hammer in his hand swung out, and it actually triggered a swirling wind, and there was a trace of thunder flowing in it.

Qin Ling snorted lightly, and the Supreme Gang Qi urged again, and the power of those wind and thunder was like water dripping into the sea, and there was no trace of it in an instant, and they were all absorbed by the Supreme Gang Qi.

The treasure of the Wind and Thunder Ancestor was like a chicken rib, and it didn't even have the slightest power at all. In the past, no matter who he was, he had to be afraid of him, after all, the power of wind and thunder was not within the five elements, and there were very few cultivators who could master it, especially the thunder power, which was very harmful to the soul.

Ahh

The Wind Thunder Ancestor let out an extremely frightened roar, and the last bit of strength was condensed and beaten, but Qin Ling's fist mark still knocked him out fiercely, hitting the top of the first peak, and he was immediately trapped by the regrouped Heavenly Sword and Earth Sword Formation.

The ancestor of Shanmu no longer had the fighting spirit, and the seven orifices were bleeding, and he bit the tip of his tongue to stimulate his potential in exchange for the power to escape.

"Qiankun hand. ”

Qin Ling's eyes were boiling with murderous intent, and one hundred and fifty Eternal Heavenly Patterns turned into a grappling hand, and with a light grasp of the Mountain Wood Ancestor, he imprisoned the space around him, and grabbed him like a puppet at the mention of it. (To be continued.) )