"Wind!"

Full of anger and guilt, Thirteen Lang broke off in unison.

"Fire!"

"Ray!"

The reason why the Battle of Jiuyin happened was based on three basic judgments: first, Ziwei could cause containment and damage to it; second, so many people killed it together, and the big snake was at a loss; third, although the soul dementorship technique was terrifying, as long as everyone attacked quickly and killed fiercely, the casualties should not be too large.

It was Thirteen Lang who made the judgment, and he was approved by the group cultivators, so the result was very unexpected according to the plan.

Jiuyin swallowed a thousand cultivators at a glance, and killing people was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables; Ziwei's containment of Jiuyin was not as big as imagined, almost taking the lives of two people; the last one was especially strict, hundreds of cultivators attacked with all their might, but they failed to cause harm to the big snake, and the Thirteen Lang family became the last life-saving bodhisattvas, and they needed to turn the tide.

If not, the whole army will be destroyed.

Knowing this, why did you bother to calculate so much and push so many people into the fire pit in the first place?

It is inevitable to die in battle, and in the face of an opponent like Jiuyin, it is wishful thinking to win without injury and harmlessness, but Thirteen Lang still can't twist it, because he could have done better.

For example, let's try it with demon beasts and demon insects first?

Act rashly and alert the enemy. At the beginning, I didn't dare to try it, but now it seems that I was wrong, and it is better to surprise the snake than to fall with the whole army.

It's too late to say anything, only to fight for your life.

The giant blade fell with the momentum of wind and thunder, splitting open the door of a thousand zhang. Inside and outside the door, the hurricane and the sea of fire, the pieces of color were messily withered, revealing confused faces;

"Wake up!"

One person called, thousands of echoes and thousands of responses, and many mad spirit monks were smoky after being hit by the arc, and a look of struggle appeared on their faces.

There is always a connection between body and soul. The monks who practiced under the Heavenly Dao were imprisoned in nine prisons and were out of place. Tiangang is immortal, the will of the Heavenly Dao, the world that was cracked before due to the impact of the underworld qi has accelerated its collapse, and the detention of the soul has been relaxed.

"Big Wave Three Stacks!"

With a long roar, he cultivated to the highest crazy fat man's head. All the cultivation is to let go of the ripples of the three paths, sweeping in all directions.

The messy colors became even more messy, and the ancient wood realm suddenly became clear, and the figure of a thousand-foot giant snake emerged, staring horizontally to the sky.

The cold, dead gaze pierced through the sea of fire, tore through the hurricane, and shot straight at the sword, the man who wielded it. Attentive people will notice that the eye on the big snake's horizontal eyes narrowed slightly. Green blood spilled from the corners of his eyes.

It's injured, it's very strict, and what's even stricter is the killing machine on the head, the sword that seems to be able to open the world, the door that forcibly divides the world into two halves.

The big snake was injured, and the injured big snake was still strong, and the cold-eyed forest was concentrated in one place, and no one could stop it. Normal. The next person will be out of body like everyone else, and become the most valued captive of the Great Serpent.

Eyes are tight. When he opened his eyes, he saw one eye, three eyes in the center of his eyebrows, and colorful brilliance.

"Whew!"

The two screams blended together, and the big snake seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and the huge head that had just been raised slammed into the ground. Thirteen Lang in the air snorted, his eyebrows blurred.

Both were defeated, Thirteen Lang was more seriously injured, but as far as the supernatural power was concerned, he only resisted and did not seek victory, and the real killing machine was still there; The green blood gushed even more, and I couldn't open my eyes for a while.

The giant sword above his head fell even faster, and the big snake screamed wildly, turned around and put it in the oven again.

Someone is fighting with it.

"Rosan!"

In the place where the red mangs gathered, the crape myrtle fairy howled sharply, trembling sounds, and thousands of souls shouted at the same time, causing a lot of changes. From the outside, the speed of the rotation of the Luosang Ancient Wood suddenly increased by more than a hundred times, and the already small body converged sharply, and the Ancient Wood Transformation Realm was compressed, and the oven in it trembled a few times, trembled a few times, and failed to rise.

The psychic separation does not mean that the connection between Ziwei and Luosang is completely severed, after so many years of manipulation of her career, Ziwei has not been step-by-step, and has already scattered her soul essence and consciousness to Luosan, otherwise, she would not have been able to regain her life so quickly.

The two fought, and the wills that came out were diametrically opposed, and Rosang was at a loss for a moment, hesitating slightly.

That's enough!

The giant sword Guanghua fell, and the big snake, which was difficult to deal with, hurriedly raised its head and struck a sharp blow with a sharp blade on top of its head.

When there was a loud bang.

The blood flashed, the scales flew, the thousand-zhang giant sword flew again, Thirteen Lang's arms were sore, and the blood in his whole body was churning endlessly like boiling water, and his body was thousands of feet long.

Below, a trough several feet deep was chopped open on the top of the head of the thousand-foot snake, and the gurgling blood was like a stream, revealing a little light.

"That's it, that's it!

Boss Su's screams were exhilarating, and thirteen figures flickered around and swooped forward.

Someone is faster than him.

The white light flashed, and the three highnesses were like meteors catching the moon, and the stretched claws were about to reach the bright light, and a loud shout sounded in their ears.

"Small"

What is small, of course, be careful, half of the time the words were frozen, mocking the wind, and Boss Su's thirteen figures were in the air, still maintaining the momentum of the forward swoop.

It seems to be close at hand, but in fact, it is thousands of miles away, and at the next moment, the black wind blows on the face and the long tail sweeps like a mountain, and there are a series of miserable howls.

Boss Su's thirteen figures were all stupefied, shattered in mid-air to the point of incomplete limbs, and the Third Highness was even more miserable, being smashed into pieces by an incomparable force, turning into a stream of light.

The spell that sets the time, the incomparably strong body, and the power is infinite, and the seemingly simple combination of several strong life cultivation, once fought against the two sword sect elders undefeated, Boss Su Leng was crippled by this unreasonable method.

"Huh?"

The crazy fat man in the distance changed color in shock, his panicked expression was frozen as soon as it appeared, and his ears were broken again.

"Definitely!"

In the line of sight, the tail swept by the big snake was heard in mid-air, and the face that had just revealed resentment and smugness suddenly lit up, as bright as day.

Coming up from the bright sky, thousands of thunder arcs shone brightly, and a figure shuttled smartly, and it seemed that he was still holding something in his hand.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the big snake untied from the solidification slightly, opened its mouth sharply, and opened its eyes again.

"Whew!"

The whistling sound that once shocked Qianxiu reappeared, but only half of it was emitted.

There are ghosts around!

A black shadow came out of nowhere, weird, unpredictable. Even Jiuyin couldn't find its figure, and under the cover of the successive battles, with the attraction of countless thunderbolts, the black shadow sneakily flashed under the big snake, and raised his hand to punch his jaw.

Looking at a really light punch, it was not only powerful. There are rules, there is space, and there is thick black smoke that penetrates through the fine scale armor and burrows into the throat of the big snake.

It's like stuffing a red-hot soldering iron.

"Whew!"

The roar turned into a miserable hiss, and the big snake jumped up like a convulsion, and the three-hundred-foot head was violently shaken, and the horizontal eyes just opened and closed again, and then opened again. Flood of tears.

It hurts!

The indescribable pain is like taking out the heart and roasting it on the fire, digging out the liver and throwing it into the oil pan to fry, splitting the tendons one by one, and rubbing the thunder into the soul.

The last one is true, countless thunder arcs rolled down in the air, entered the eyes and flesh and shot into the body, drilling into the soul and exploding in all directions. The unbearable serpent churned violently, smashing the entire space. Burst out of countless souls.

As soon as the soul entered the body, a monk woke up in a daze, and before he could figure out what had happened, the serpent's body fell to the head and crushed it into a pulp. More monks have sobered up one after another, and they are busy cultivating for wolves. Flee in all directions.

"Roar!"

The wild shouting followed the miserable howl, and the white-clothed figure finally climbed onto the head of the big snake, no matter how it rolled, crushed, and slammed, and people couldn't help but think of one thing as far as the eye could see: nails.

Once the nail is nailed, it can't be shaken off, and the more you smash it, the tighter it gets. The deeper you roll, the deeper you roll

"Damn, this won't die!"

It's not that he marvels at the strength of the big snake, but he sighs that Thirteen Lang is too hard; in a moment, he climbed above his head and was pressed under the big snake at least ten times, and he didn't let go.

In confusion and shock, Boss Su, who got up after the difficult fit, rubbed his eyes vigorously, looking a little curious.

"Are there really nails?"

There are real nails.

Ten feet five or six, the whole body is dark, and when you see it, you feel heavy, solemn and gloomy nails.

With his feet firmly hooked to the head of the great snake, Thirteen Lang held up the spike and aimed it at the flickering light, the jumping candle, and inserted it hard.

"Seal!"

The wind suddenly stopped, the fire suddenly stopped, and the wind and waves were calm.

A little bit of soul scattered in all directions, and the cultivators from all sides woke up one after another, all looking blankly at the center, and they didn't know how to happen.

The serpent was silent, and a long nail sank into his mind, almost to the bottom. Thirteen Lang fell on top of it covered in blood, gasped for a few long breaths, and looked around.

Entering the Thousand Cultivators, there are 800 people left, and most of the soul bodies are injured and need long-term conditioning to recover.

Boss Su was still there, and half of his body was blurred with flesh and blood.

The Third Highness is not dead, his body is nearly half smaller after the aggregation, and his breath is dying.

King Agu was frustrated after a punch, and his body shriveled.

Others, such as the Crazy Fat Man, are not bad.

Fairy Ziwei's eyes rolled slightly, and Thirteen Lang asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hehe, haha, hahaha!"

When Thirteen Lang observed the surroundings, Fairy Ziwei also paid attention to the surrounding situation with the oven in her arms, and couldn't help laughing when she looked at it, and couldn't help but smile and smile, and finally praised it loudly.

"You, you, you're amazing. There is such a powerful magic weapon hidden. ”

"And then?" Thirteen Lang took over and asked, "Do you have that too?"

Fairy Ziwei smiled slightly: "What do you think?"

Thirteen Lang sighed: "If you have anything to say, just say it." ”

"yes, everybody's busy. ”

Fairy Ziwei nodded lightly, pointed to her nose and said, "Do you know who I am?"

"Defeated. Thirteen Lang replied without hesitation.

"Those who achieve great things do not fight for a moment. Fairy Ziwei smiled casually: "Do you think I will really give my life to Jiuyin? ”

The cultivators who came to their senses were at a loss, and a few people realized something in their hearts, and their expressions changed slightly.

Fairy Ziwei was a little proud, and continued: "I, similar to the doppelganger, this doppelganger technique is a little different, let's put it this way, Jiuyin is the head, Luo Sang can be regarded as my deity, of course, this is not the same as you think"

"Stop talking nonsense. Thirteen Lang raised his hand to interrupt and asked, "What do you want?"

Fairy Ziwei was not very happy, snorted halfway, raised her hand and drew a circle around.

"How about all but you recognize me as Lord?"

(To be continued......)