In order to seek a glimmer of life, the white-haired female cultivator Jingyuan has thousands of hair roots and sharp weapons, and it is difficult to stop her when she can't be crushed by cultivation.

It's just such a coincidence, similar to the supernatural power Su Boss will also, more fierce and more vicious.

There are 33,000 silk hairs, the difference is that one is to give up, and the other is to grab. When the two sides came into contact, the black silk was as smart as an elf and as vicious as a wolf, specializing in seven inches of essence absorption, persecuting everywhere and suppressing it at all times.

From a distance, the white hair is as thick and dense as the sea, and the surrounding black silk is a prison; the black and white strangulation is against each other, and then it is rendered by the blood of the demon beast, which is particularly tragic. One-on-one strangulation, the black hair changes from bright to bright and then bright, and the white hair on the contrary changes from bright to dull, from steel to soft, and the time is only a moment; every moment, the white-haired nun will always scream in pain, hate, rage, and fear to the extreme.

Compared with the woman's whole body, the number of black silk is obviously not as good, and she is besieged and broken inch by inch, and the sixteen Su bosses are not heartbroken, and their true bodies that have finally gathered are trembling and shaking.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

Sixteen Su, sixteen people, sixteen strong hairs earlier than hair, heavy figures close, dog paws tearing faces, horsehooves on the top of the head, and Shengxiu iron sleeves flung on the chest The white-haired female cultivator shouted loudly, her body was like a sandbag hit by seven or eight fists in an instant, pitted, bulging.

Half a life was gone all at once, and there was blood splattered in the screams, revealing a thick smell of corpse decay.

Those who play with fire set themselves on fire, whether they are poisons or ghosts, whether they are corpses or puppets, and if they are immersed in sex for too long, they will be poisoned, and it is taboo for vigorous efforts. Suddenly so badly injured. Jing Yuan lost his mind, and the female cultivator had been refining for thousands of years, absorbing and refining corpse qi, and immediately rebelled. Even the blood was full of corpse gas.

For her, such an outcome is a result if it is a result. Actually, it's good. The corpse qi is a magic weapon, looking at the world, there are not many monks who dare to contaminate and approach those blood, which is equivalent to exchanging injuries for barriers, and there is no loss or gain.

It's a pity that some people are not afraid.

"Eighteen Hells!"

When the cold stars hit the face at the beginning, the golden light above his head finally arrived, and the thousand souls were frantically urging the mana, and the young master of the Qi family showed his might. The Great Seal of the Heavens is taken from the River Styx. What is needed is to suppress the blood of fierce ghosts and ghasts, and the blood of female cultivators is highly poisonous to others, and refining into the golden seal will become a quenching, as long as it does not exceed its limit, it will definitely increase its power in the future.

The golden seal has the skill of restraint, but it is the arrow that arrives first, the three-inch arrow is "petite", and it runs through the hair one step earlier, into the eyes and brain.

"Ahh

The arrow hit her brain, and the white-haired nun let out the most terrible scream since the battle, and her body spun wildly for three weeks. After that, there was a slam bang.

In the next moment, several things happened at the same time, and the upheaval was so violent, so strong, and so fierce that it was enough to make everyone on the battlefield stunned. Timid

The first change.

The flesh and blood flew in the white-haired woman's spin, and the primordial spirit escaped.

The second change.

Tens of thousands of white hairs flew around, and most of them were entangled in black silk to prevent them from getting out. There are also hundreds of hundreds of hairs wrapped around the Yuan Shen, each carrying a trace. Connected as one.

The third change.

"Boom!" sounded like a hammer in the nose. For a while, all kinds of ups and downs, and the people who participated in the siege of the female cultivators, including Boss Su, were all sluggish and confused, and their seven tricks were bleeding.

The fourth change.

The ripples in the air twisted continuously, one end was connected to the white-haired woman's primordial spirit, the other end was connected to the white-haired male cultivator's body, and the drumstick in the middle, which was also a bone mallet like a cradling wheel, pulled the two together in an instant.

The shape-shifting phantom travels through space, and it cannot be stopped even if it collapses. That bone mallet has a great origin, and it is made by the two of them each taking one of their ribs as a tool, refining into thousands of cultivation souls, and melting hundreds of powerful demon bodies.

With the same fate, the two of them deduce loyalty in this way, no matter when and where they are, with a hammer, they not only have a strong impact on the enemy, but also immediately converge in one place. In extreme cases, even if one party is sealed and suppressed, as long as the other knocks on the head, he or she can still be pulled out.

In fact, there are many taboos, first of all, the drumstick attacks some of the enemy and the enemy, and everyone in the range will lose their souls and even take their lives, and the best time is as it is now - being in the center of the enemy army

The bone mallet was not easy to come by, and only two were refined in total, the one on the male cultivator's side was relatively successful, and the one for the female cultivator was still in the process of refining, mainly lacking materials. Of course, even if she was completely successful, it would not have been too late to use it just now.

The anti-heaven spell must have a price against the sky, and the essence of the bone mallet union is injury, and both of them have to bear a certain price for this, and on a special occasion like today, the price is extremely heavy.

"Ahh

After a short scream, it disintegrated, and the soul conjoined body tore open the space and became a channel, and it would definitely be squeezed by the space, and the white-haired female cultivator's body was gone, how could the Yuan Shen be seriously injured and withstand this torture, and it was torn apart.

It is the primordial god, and it is also the hair, the aggregation spell was interrupted, and the hair that carried the female cultivator's primordial god collapsed by nearly half, and the remaining only a hundred broken hairs fell into confusion, stunned in mid-air, half-way.

In front of her was a partner who shared life and death, but she was confused, and the female cultivator who lacked soul and wisdom was ignorant, trembling, frightened, and overwhelmed by the boundless frenzy around her.

"No!"

The spell was interrupted, the lover was dying, and the white-haired male cultivator's eyes turned red in an instant, and he didn't care about the five labors and seven injuries in his body, and flew through the air.

She's not dead, he's going to get her out.

She was dangerous, and he was going to take her from that treacherous place.

She was still saved, and he had to bring her back to life.

She has a great vengeance that has not been avenged, and those who killed and injured her are not dead, he wants

The thought didn't have time to complete, the fifth change followed, because of the sound of drumsticks on the dead battlefield of the silence, out of nowhere a black shadow drilled out, flickering into the white hair bushes, grabbing an entrance, grabbing a handful and swallowing the abdomen, although the grasp was insane, although in confusion and panic, the crisis still prompted the female cultivator Yuan Shen to resist instinctively, but she was like a child, without the power to fight back.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired male cultivator's heart sank again, like pressing on a mountain.

Who is that dark shadow, and how can the habitat breath be so powerful?

The crazy eyes are still there, and the black shadow grabs and sends two actions. It seems simple, but it actually contains the truth of heaven. It is by no means something that Nirvana can comprehend and master.

How could he be fearless of the Soul Hypnographer?

What kind of cultivation is he? Is he deliberately suppressing it for the sake of framing, is he a true spirit?

Use the word "again". The white-haired male cultivator decided that Boss Su was a shameless true spirit, and he deliberately pretended to be garlic just now to say that this view was not wrong, if it wasn't for the mad spirit to stop him, Boss Su would be more than a true spirit.

The body rushed like lightning, and his heart fell into the abyss like lightning, and the white-haired male cultivator stopped screaming, because he knew that he was powerless to stop it.

It was useless to go, but he went anyway. Go with determination, hoping to snatch back a hair, a remnant of the soul.

One is good, one is good

At this time, the black shadow turned around and smiled at the white-haired male cultivator who rushed towards him, showing a mouthful of white teeth, raising his hand and pointing to the sky, with a sincere expression. The tone is sincere.

"This king is weak and not your opponent, your opponent is above. ”

Topmost?

What's on it?

Feeling King Agu's sincerity, the white-haired male cultivator hurriedly raised his head, and his expression instantly stiffened.

Sixth upheaval: There are people above. And Ray.

Raging thunder, angry thunder, shameful thunder. Roaring thunder, full of thunder, the vast sky changing color. The more powerful the drumsticks. The greater the impact on the catastrophe, the more heavenly wonders no one has ever seen. The fourth thunderbolt that should have hit the top of Thirteen Lang's head was actually retracted and brewed again.

Annoyed and ashamed, the sky is also crazy, and there is a thunderstorm in the dark, and he will never stop if he does not kill. From now on, it put Thirteen Lang aside for the time being, and devoted itself to dealing with the person who had not repented and offended twice in exchange for deception in exchange for heavenly forgiveness.

Catastrophe!

Because of this collective breakthrough, the rules are all out of order.

"I won't make a move first, you will face the wrath of the sky. ”

"I don't need to kill you, I don't have to do it for you. ”

Under the thunder, Thirteen Lang's head and face were covered with blood, his expression was smiling and spicy, and he raised his hand to make a "please" gesture towards the white-haired man.

"Three more of you, just kill them. ”

The sound spread in all directions, whether others believed it or not, in short, the effect was in front of them; the group of cultivators on the ground of the mad spirit cheered, and soon alarmed the Huoyan camp, and after passing the most ferocious wave of beasts, they began to reorganize the military horses, and they would immediately counterattack.

On the contrary, under the soul flag, the boy and the old woman, who were already about to leave, hesitated slightly, and after exchanging glances with the other two, they quickly made a decision.

"Ordered the ancient sword, formed the Star Alliance, and chopped that place for me. ”

"Spread the word to the Chinese army, open the passage, and reinforce it!"

The tide of beasts has stopped, and the sea of billions of beasts is powerful but does not belong to that side, and after washing, the lives will be destroyed, but the war will not end because of this. The aftermath is not over, Huoyan, Luo Sang, the two camps are ready to move, and the place that changed the situation of the war has not subsided, and the thunder is endless.

The thunder was dense like rain, and the white-haired monk screamed wildly during the thunderstorm, gradually approaching a desperate situation. Around it, a few people who had woken up from their distractions and injuries did not dare to rest, and they surrounded the area filled with thunder pillars from afar, all of them were at a loss.

The power of the life-level thunderstorm can never be as great as the two levels of tribulation and nirvana, otherwise it will not be a mess of the rules, but a complete destruction of the rules. This kind of thunderstorm, killing the Nirvana realm not only requires a large amount and a long time, but also a process of gradual increase and accumulation of power.

Theoretically, even the Thunder Tribulation can split the true spirit, as long as it lasts long enough. Thinking that the Thirteen Lang Jie Dan attracted the catastrophe, so many people present did not dare to make a move, and the main reason was this. Now after a period of bombardment, it is almost certain that the thunder will not be extinguished, and the white-haired male cultivator will not be able to escape; it seems that God realizes that this guy is not so easy to kill, but he must be killed, so he simply drew a circle around.

Whether this is really the case, no one present is sure for sure, and they are not interested in trying it; in short, this person is a mortal enemy of Nirvana, even if there is no war, since it is provoked, it must be killed, so as to prevent future troubles.

didn't dare to intervene and couldn't leave, so everyone had to gather around and wait patiently.

"It's not good!"

Looking around and then looking at Thirteen Lang, the bald man looked depressed, and whispered: "When this guy dies, what are you going to do?"

(To be continued......)