"Whew!"

With the sound of cracking, the spirit of the sculpture transformed into a powerful force, and the thousand-zhang giant sword pierced into the ancient wood's body, like a crazy spinning awl roaring forward.

Fragments of wood splashed, upheaval followed, and everyone centered on the ancient wood felt that time stood still for a moment.

"Roar!"

After an instant, there was a roar, and hundreds of millions of beasts roared in the tide of thousands of miles, and the universe was reversed.

In sight, the ancient tree of Luosang suddenly turned from silence to rage, and its boundless body spun wildly, rolling and smashing countless monks who were too close to it into pieces, and a breath of grief and indignation was released, and the branches that had fallen down and released turned into long whips and howled.

"Why!"

No golden crow has ever harmed Rosan, just as humans will not burn down their own houses, because they not only shelter from the wind and rain, but also listen, accompany, breathe together, and fight against strong enemies.

Today, the light of Haoyang was lit, and Luosang Gumu, who had been cut off countless branches, immediately stopped, although this was a fairy arrangement, but if it wasn't for Gumu's own willingness, how could he do it.

The long wait was exchanged for an indifferent sword, and the wound caused by the thousand-zhang greatsword was only the epidermis to Rosan, but it was his heart that hurt.

"Why!"

The roar of the Quartet group of cultivators was deafening, and what Thirteen Lang felt was the questioning from his relatives, for no reason, the blood of his whole body was boiling inexplicably, and the vigorous firepower became not as obedient as before, as if every drop of blood and every minute of fire had a soul, and a voice that was obviously extremely unfamiliar and felt extremely familiar shouted at the soul, roaring, and roaring.

"Why!"

Countless fierce faces in front of him, for Thirteen Lang. It was not only Luo Sang who screamed angrily, but also the Jin Crow of the past dynasties who questioned the will of the entire Haoyang clan.

The invisible will has its own invisible power. The invisible force hurt people invisibly, and the body of the firebird trembled, and its henchman seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer and collapsed violently.

His body and soul were hit hard, his face was distorted, and Thirteen Lang was unmoved.

Draw your sword and charge your strength. Posture, volley, thousands of giant swords shine again. It was stabbed more fiercely and deeper than the first time.

Behind him, thousands of miles of wild spirits roared, and nearly a thousand cultivators struggled to protect them. Fighting the long whip besieging from all sides, Rousanne was furious. For it, there is no difference between positive and negative, but in this upside-down world, the suffering endured by the mad spirit monk is unimaginable, and the pressure is even greater.

People die all the time, and all the people who die are scattered and lose their qualifications for reincarnation.

It takes a deep dive into Rousanne's body to hurt it, yes, but that also means something else. You need to face the most powerful part of its body, and there are rules.

Life cultivation can still be self-contained. What's more, this level of Luosang, the original mad spirit was not allowed to be in the Heavenly Dao, the essence was that its world was not allowed to set foot in the Heavenly Dao; this Luosang was still far from the mad spirit, but it also started in a world, and in the process of becoming strong, it gradually occupied it, and wiped out all living beings; in other words, in the core land that everyone had reached at this moment, the Heavenly Dao was weakened to the extreme, and even isolated.

There is no heavenly way, no reincarnation, and the souls of fallen monks and living beings return to Luo Sang and become birds.

"Roar!"

The first shout was exchanged for the second knife, Luo Sang roared twice, and the next moment, the red light was everywhere, and patches of red shadows appeared out of thin air inside the originally verdant mountain forest

"My God, is it Jin Wuhe?" is worthy of the top three bigwigs of the six clans, the crazy fat man carries ten long whips alone, and he can still pay attention to the surrounding situation, and he is the first to notice the abnormality.

The body is ten feet wide, with a long beak and beautiful feet, high feathers of fire, the whole body flashes all over the sea of fire, and some of the heads have so many golden crows such as the sun?

"That's not right!"

During the battle, the crazy fat man quickly saw through the truth, those firebirds seemed to be vivid, but in fact they were all defective and broken, strange and strange, and they all lacked one of the most critical parts: the third foot!

Luosang is in the world, there are mountains, rivers and hundreds of millions of lives, the whole world must have zài earth fire, although the world is not, the fire veins are used by Luosang to refine the soul, refining hundreds of millions of "golden crows".

How could the golden crow be refined, and the group cultivators quickly distinguished that these golden crows had their shape, meaning, and power, but they did not have the soul of the golden crow. Because it is half-finished, not even semi-finished, and at the same time, there is no netherworld in the Luosang world, and those "golden crows" refined by living souls and earth fire are exposed, and they can't last long at all. It can be clearly seen that on the way to the firebird rushing from all directions, the breath will decline rapidly from strong, and once it encounters the gap in the branches and is within the reach of the skylight, it will immediately explode on the spot and disappear completely.

was originally the son of heaven, but after being taken away by Luo Sang, he never saw the sky again. The current situation is clear, Thirteen Lang hurt Luo Sang with the body of the Golden Crow, and Luo Sang had no scruples under his grief and disappointment, or because of his anger, he released all these Jin Crows who were not Golden Crows, and became enemies of the mad spirit monks.

Hundreds of millions of firebirds could not be allowed to be in the sky, and they were buried one after another on the way to the battle, and less than one in ten people who could really reach it lost their strength.

That's not going to work!

Hundreds of millions of living souls, the whole earth fire, what kind of scale and what kind of power is this! The remnant spirits were miserable before they were alive, and when they appeared, each attack was exactly the same: self-destruct!

Such an offensive, such a scale, Hugh said one-tenth, even one hundred, one thousand, or even one in case, and it is not something that the people here can match.

"Kill!"

There is no way to retreat from the enemy on all sides, and the group cultivators on the ground of the mad spirit are fierce, whether they are cowardly or brave, whether they are strong or weak, they all fight fiercely. In the middle of the battle, the man with the axe on his back chopped out one hundred and ten axes, and cut off a long whip that was drawn violently like a whirlwind, and there was a bad wind behind him.

No way.

The biggest advantage of splashing wind killing is that it is strong to kill, and the biggest disadvantage is that it is difficult to charge and will become weak after being fully cast; the process is long and short, and the process is light and heavy, depending on yourself, the state, and the opponent. Today, Shao Lin has just crossed the catastrophe, and the situation of the repeated fierce battles is not good, and the opponent is the strongest he has encountered in this life.

It will take a moment to recover, but it is too late.

"Roar!"

Swing the axe hard, and the bright axe light is gentle around the fingers. The family that has always been fighting with him is flying, and the huge whip has arrived behind him, directly smashing Shao Lin into a blood mist. Spirits are destroyed.

A low-key and calm life, in the middle of the habitat, you can get a glimpse of the catastrophe, on cultivation, comprehension, and the man with the axe is worthy of the word Tianjiao, and dies silently.

Tragic?

How's that!

Today, I don't know how many people like Shao Lin are, let's just say that the five great powers of Luosang who were killed before. Three thousand sword cultivators, which one does not have a vertical and horizontal life, and which one is not a talent in case of emergency.

It doesn't matter if it's tragic. Not to mention generosity, throughout the ages, the battlefield has been a monster with an extremely tricky appetite, specializing in killing the best.

This is war.

Giant branches cross the sky. The wheel axe is inlaid on the body of the whip. Several cold rays flickered inside, and the blood mist was infected, and a wild roar seemed to be heard in his ears, which also exploded to smithereens.

"Master!"

The cry of grief was as terrible as a wolf cub facing the moon, and the young man was in tears, and turned around and threw himself madly at the branch that had been blown out of the huge pit, chopping it to pieces.

Crazy boy, sluggish body, stubble walking. Try to find some signs of healing or comfort. The ancient trees of Luosang rotate uncertainly, and it is difficult to distinguish things from heaven and earth. The boy had to clasp his head with both hands, and he didn't notice the long whip coming again, the firebird on all sides, and death was coming.

"Master kill!"

"Little bunny, even cut me!"

The phantom flashed, and the bald man avoided the oncoming axe, and grabbed the young man while breaking out in a cold sweat, and the method of combining the body was launched instantly.

"Why, you can't do this errand thirteen!"

"Thirteen!"

When Boss Su complained, the crazy fat man was also yelling.

The battle came suddenly and violently, and from the beginning of the outbreak it was a battle for the dead, and anyone could see that this battlefield could not last, and it was necessary to quickly subdue Rousanne or to die all.

"If you don't start again, don't blame the old man for not being emotional. ”

Fighting to destroy the three whips, it should be called three mountains, nearly a hundred firebirds around him exploded at the same time, and the huge impact force was even difficult for him to bear, and while vomiting blood and retreating, his eyes couldn't help but look at the sky.

The more powerful the opponent in the battlefield, the more firebirds besiege him, and the more ferocious the attack. Thinking about it the other way, even the crazy fat man was forced to this kind of Cheng dù, and the situation of the rest of the group cultivators can be imagined.

"What's the hurry. ”

In the midst of the murder, he suddenly heard a faint response, and Thirteen Lang's voice was calm and moderate, and there was even a hint of contempt that must be admitted, this tone was placed at such a time, even if everyone thought that he was pretending, he still felt comforted.

The battlefield needs the backbone, and this is true in the mortal world, and the same is true for monks; no matter how dangerous the situation is, as long as the general can stand firm, the soldiers will not be easy to mess up.

"Evil Barrier!"

After the cheers, the sun rose, and the bright light unfolded, containing true yang anger.

"Stand down!"

This is Haoyang, this is Haoyang! The light of Haoyang can't suppress Luo Sang in anger, but for those "pseudo-golden crows" who have walked to the road to Chengyang, it is tantamount to Tiantiao.

As the light rose, thousands of firebirds bowed their heads in shock, and they all trembled and dedicated, and suddenly reduced the enemy by half, while the mad spirit monk breathed a sigh of relief, Thirteen Lang did not pause at all, and swung his sword again.

Third blow.

"Wait!"

Behind the Hokage, the ghosts and fog were thick, and the Lingzhi illusion was hungry and thirsty, and King Agu couldn't help but ask.

"Rousanne has a spirit, why not try it"

"You don't have to try. ”

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Thirteen Lang stabbed another sword and took advantage of the situation.

"I can't take Rosang now. ”

"Why?" King Agu was puzzled, pointing to the Quartet and said, "Luo Sang has released kindness before, and those birds will also obey you"

"Temporarily. ”

In response, with the fifth sword, Thirteen Lang changed the stab to a horizontal slash, and a deep ditch with a deep, wide, and wide length of dozens of miles appeared on Luosang Gumu's body.

"All in!"

Summoning the group of cultivators, Thirteen Lang's body shook a few times, followed everyone into the ravine, and immediately sent the most important command towards Qiuqiu.

"Hit me, jam it!"

(To be continued......)