Some fires cannot be extinguished by water, and some waters, which cannot be boiled. When the burn is not extinguished, only one thing can happen.

Disaster!

The picture is difficult to describe, the moment the water and fire met, the souls of the three sons who had just suffered the spiritual impact all appeared, stopped the momentum of moving forward, and forcibly folded a right angle and turned around. In front of him, the water spirit bead suddenly expanded, as if it was pinched out of the epidermis by countless hands and pulled out.

There was only a boom, followed by two terrible wails, and a hole appeared in the circle formed by two strange dragons, leaving no gaps.

A hole filled with a water spirit "ball".

It wasn't actually a hole, the extremely pure water-based magic was released at full speed, but it was squeezed out by the flames and annihilated by each other. With a loud roar, half of the heads of the two monster dragons disappeared, and their coiled bodies seemed to be patched rags, and at this moment, Hugh said that intercepting the flying ant sword arrows and hitting the pillars of the city gate could be unimpeded.

"Despicable! brute, brute!"

The water and fire extinguished each other, and the three sons' expressions were like mourning, but they were actually unharmed. Strictly speaking, although the Water Spirit Bead is the treasure of heaven and earth, its birth time is limited, and the body it carries is only a seventh-level turtle beast, which should not make the third son so afraid, let alone hurt his life. The key is that at this time, the three sons are strong enemies on all sides, how can they have the spare strength, energy, mana and time to clear this thorn that cannot but be removed!

Is it possible not to clear it? Fire and water are incompatible, unless he doesn't use supernatural powers, and he doesn't even use his mana, otherwise there will definitely be a conflict, and they are destined to dissolve each other. Thirteen Lang has studied things that he can't figure out for more than a year, and it takes a long time to dissolve a trace of water spiritual power, and the third son encountered a natural enemy at this time. If it can be easily cracked, it is a heavenly injustice.

If in normal times. Although the third son is originally a fiery person, encountering the water spirit bead can still be regarded as a great joy; Now he has the slightest heart to hunt for treasures. What's even worse is that Thirteen Lang didn't care about his own damage, and when he released the Water Spirit Bead, he had already sent a burst of fire, which was equivalent to turning it into a ball that was about to explode!

Using the heaven and earth spirit objects like this, it can only be said that the opponent encountered by the third son is too vicious; in order to kill with one blow, in order not to give him the slightest chance to escape, Thirteen Lang would rather be injured himself first, but also let him show his flaws.

"Crazy, you madman!"

The water spirit bead spreads like a transparent mirror. A sword roared in his sight, and behind it was a rock-solid hand and two calm, chilling eyes. The breath of death rushed to the face, rushing like a soul penetrating the heart, and it was difficult to expel it again.

100,000 prickly heat exploded at the same time, and the hairs on the three sons' bodies stood on end, and their skin kept shaking like waves, and they couldn't contain it.

There was a whistling sound, and it was not only the sword that attacked, but the surrounding area was full of divine power shining light. There were cold and cold eyes everywhere, and for a while, Sanzi had a feeling of "being an enemy with Quan Shijie" in his heart, as if this was not a fight, but a ninefold thunderstorm.

"Whew!"

Blood flies again. Sanzi turned around, raised his hand and dotted dozens of times in his heart without hesitation, and at the same time opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of green oil. There is also a golden silk thread.

"There is a sacrifice for three lives, please Nizu Zhenyi!"

With cheers. The blood melted into the circle of fire, and the two strange dragons became vigorous again. The hissing sound rushed to the water spirit bead that was magnified hundreds of times, and the golden thread absorption absorbed the green breath, and quickly turned into a golden band, as if it was coiled around it, and the speed was not fast.

A sigh sounded in the dark, containing endless vicissitudes of life, directly echoing in everyone's heart.

"There are not enough sacrifices. ”

Poof! Sanzi opened his mouth and squirted a mouthful of blood, and his body shrank again.

That's his heart's blood, his heart's blood.

There is knowledge in the mortal world, livestock has spirits, and a little blood in the heart can be used to get rid of all diseases, and the most precious thing is it. The essence of the third son is a high-level demon beast, and there is more than a little blood in his heart, it is a mouthful. Losing his heart and blood, the third son not only damaged the fundamentals, but also shrunk his body again, and it is difficult to have a fate in this life.

Compared with the true meaning of Nizu, the water spirit bead is like a glass ball in front of a gemstone. Now that he is forced to give up, he has become another vampire and forced him to sacrifice his life, which is not enough!

Hundreds of years of preparation, endless sacrifices of living beings, not hesitating to betray their teachers and ancestors, against the same door; how much hard work turned into flowing water, how much hard work turned into nothing; in the end, empty-handed, he still had to become a part of the sacrifice!

"You can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this!"

The sound of wailing, the third son still had to struggle for his life, his hands rushed to his chest several times, and then squirted a breath of green breath. The golden mangs were sheng, the ribbons expanded, and the body of the third son was only half a foot left, and they were wrapped in the golden mangs and roared up, meeting the blood-colored vortex above their heads.

Changing directions, the third son gave up the idea of killing Thirteen Lang, and didn't even dare to collide with him. At this time, he noticed that there were more than a dozen silver balls in Thirteen Lang's empty hand, and the breath released was enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth, and all the spirits bowed their heads.

There are also hole cards! He actually has hole cards that are useless! The terror and majesty contained in that breath can only be compared with the true intention of Nizu!

If it weren't for the fight, if time and circumstances permitted, the third son would just want to cry three times, crying about his miserable fate, crying that he was unladylike when he met someone, and crying why he met such an opponent.

The opponent is too cunning, too insidious, and too vicious, the most unacceptable, Xiao Shisanlang is too shameless!

"It's boring, it's not fun to be an enemy of such a person, I'm gone!"

With resentment and grief, with disappointment and unwillingness, with horror and despair, the third son roared and rose to the sky! He believed that he could still survive, and the true meaning of Nizu was not a supernatural power, but the power of rules that connected the entire blood domain. No matter how strong the opponent's magical power is, no matter how ruthless the offensive is, it is impossible to break it!

"Live, you must live!" the half-foot villain broke through the air and told himself

The golden ball, the fire dragon outside the ball swirls, and the surrounding tide is surging.

It is already the flying ants that are always chasing, and the three thousand blue flames are like three thousand jumping candles, dotting out blue stars little by little, and accompanying the flowers of the fire dragon everywhere.

The flowers are delicate and clear. From time to time, wisps of red bloomed in the middle, like arrows shot by hunters gently piercing the flesh treasure's not full body.

The beauty of embellishment.

The jade belt is blocking the waist. Thousands of meters of sea water can't drown two dragons, and the mist is not like a fairyland. Contrary to the sludge evaporating and turning into ashes, when the silk clouds are gone, only a layer of adhered fire film remains on the golden villain's body. Brother Fubo spurted blood from his mouth, and his head fell from the clouds, still cursing in his mouth.

"Liu Santou, you are the eighth grandson of the turtle king"

The beauty of filth.

Mountains and rivers are formed, mountains and rivers are chaotic, mountains and rivers collapse, mountains and rivers are broken, and together with it is the layer of fire film; the golden rays shook, and the body of the dancing girl in the air trembled sharply, and the blood on her lips fell. Sultry, but can't bear to look at it.

Poignant beauty.

A strand of hair penetrated and overlapped, silver like a ray of light plucked from the bright moon, and the light and shadow flickered and drew a small circle, quietly drawn on the top of the half-foot villain's head, and gently glued towards the middle. The golden mangs were flourishing, jumping, and shrinking countless times, and the silver light was extinguished, leaving a circle of indelible silver in the golden light, like a deliberately inlaid headband. The white-bearded old man fell from the air, spraying the breath that he had been reluctant to spit out for hundreds of years. It's like looking back before the light.

The beauty of vicissitudes.

Thousands of mouths and thousands of arrows, thousands of shouts and thousands of roars, like six sunken walls encircling a whistling meteor; The sunken wall collapsed and collapsed invisibly, accompanied by a pair of spilled blood eyes that still left a sneer.

Sinister beauty.

The arm becomes a gun, and the finger is the edge. The iron spear stabbed the golden egg, sending out a cloud of sparks and bones. Refers to ash. The palm turns into blood, and the arm becomes flesh. The meat grinds the juice, and there is a small crack on the golden egg and between the silver mangs, which is not easy to see, but it is there. The king of spears flew away, one arm like a spear, his body like a spear, and even the blood from the broken arm was like a spear;

Heroic beauty.

The whirlpool was like blood, the sky was replaced, and with a roar in the air, the body that had just been taken away exploded again. The blood is thicker, the color is brighter, and thousands of knives appear in the blood-colored vortex.

Thousands of knives slowly rotated and spread out, like thousands of unstained lotus, and a long-haired woman in the lotus fluttered in the knife bush.

"Ninth sister, you dare to kill me!"

The third son's cry was terrible, and the bloody pig's face was full of horror. There is no elder under the mountain monarch, and all the predecessors have a teacher, and the thirty-seven sons, regardless of the previous generation or the next generation, are all commensurate with brothers and sisters.

The long-haired woman did not look back, her clothes fluttered and sang and danced lightly, and she sometimes picked in the lotus with her bare hands, picking pearl-like tears and flowers.

The white lotus flew up and turned into thousands of knives again, and the knife became a whirlpool, and the whirlpool flew layer upon layer of golden rays, and layers of blood swirled out. The swirls of blood quickly dimmed, thinned, and became light, and the woman's figure shook slightly, and suddenly cracked into two, becoming two people hugging each other tightly.

"Don't, don't! That has nothing to do with me, you can't, you can't!"

The two danced, the whirlpool knife became more intense, and the golden mang was rapidly weakened, until with a sound of seventy-three thousand six hundred and one swords, the golden mang collapsed and recondensed into a golden thread.

sighed again in the dark: "Demon Concubine Xuezhi turned out that she was the person you chose, but it's a pity, I read it in the past, and the deity let you go this time." ”

The sound fell, and the gold seemed to flicker and roar away, heading straight for the fused blood ding.

"No!"

The rest of the whirlpools are no more and no less, three hundred and twenty-seven, deboning, and cutting out the heart. The third son was covered in blood, pieces of flesh and bones flew up, and he did not forget to wail in a ball of flesh.

"Slut, you slut! This seat will not die! You will die, you will be cursed by the master, and you will not die"

The wailing ended, and the mass of flesh exploded into a mist and rushed towards the Blood Dome following the footsteps of the golden thread.

"You don't deserve it!"

Breaking the drink and more than a dozen thunderbolts exploded at the same time, the spirit ball cracked, the blood-colored mist was stunned, and the strongest blow among the group cultivators, the spiritual power of the Spirit Shaping Saint Clan descended at this time.

It all came to an end

No, it's far from over.

The blood tripod shook suddenly, the isolated island shook violently and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea, and the sky suddenly lowered a hundred feet, and then suddenly opened up like a lid lifted. The surrounding sea retreated in unison, and a pillar of light roared under his feet, gradually becoming a momentum, wanting to rush to the sky.

"Yin and Yang are combined, the sacrifice is insufficient, the road of three lives is not opened, and the gate of the six paths is turned!"

In the darkness, there was a sound of coercion, as if the sky was opening its mouth to a group of ants. Qun Xiu lost color, Qun Xiu hesitated, Qun Xiu looked at each other, and they no longer had any strength, they smiled bitterly, and their eyes turned to Thirteen Lang to see how he arranged.

What to arrange? Thirteen Lang was in no mood to bother at all, because he had more important things to do. crushed the remnant soul of the third son, his body trembled several times and barely stood firm, and Thirteen Lang shouted into the air.

"Blood Thousand Sorrows, don't forget your oath!"

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