The black-robed ghost in the void suddenly turned around, his eyes spurting blood, and he stared at the Ning family brother in disbelief. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qianluo, who was forced to the extreme, cultivated to run crazy while fighting, the light of the five-gate and nine-fold "Heavenly Mandate Palace" of the sea was scorching, and the "Great Luo Cheng Star Disk" in the hall was obscure and spiraling, and the "Star Pen" grew from eight feet tall to one zhang in one fell swoop.

In fact, as early as killing Tao Qing and absorbing the essence and blood of Tao Qing's ancestors, Qianluo was able to break through the barrier in one fell swoop and enter the lower grade realm of Shijue, but he was warned by his master Jin Bingkun and learned that the cultivation of the Heavenly Mandate Master, it is not a good thing to be promoted too quickly in the early stage, and the foundation is often unstable, so the successor is weak, so he suppressed his cultivation for a lifetime, and he was stunned and suffered for another month. Now the terrifying combat power of these four mountain barbarians made him tremble, and in order to protect everything, he completely let go of his cultivation.

He was able to promote the cultivation of the Shijue, and the "Star Pen" shot out, intertwining in mid-air and transforming into a huge silver-white wing, the power of the brilliant heaven and earth was released, and countless small stars were faintly circulating on the wings, and he couldn't help but fan down the mountain in front of him.

At this time, the three hundred armor soldiers scattered in all directions, and one of them stood in front of a blood cocoon, but he couldn't help but look at the blood cocoon that was slightly bulging and blood-red all over his body, and his heart was hairy, his face was afraid, and he didn't dare to pounce into the blood cocoon.

"Believe us, jump quickly, whether you can turn defeat into victory, the key is here. Brother Ning was so anxious that he screamed.

With a wave of the sleeves of the black-robed ghost robe, the mountain barbarian who was guarding him leaped down, and was about to kill the three hundred armor soldiers. Qianluo let out a long roar, holding the "Twin Fu Sword", and the "Turning God" realm sword technique was triggered, turning into a silk filament, which was thin and dense with countless sword wires, and stopped this "mountain barbarian" again.

Under the flickering of the huge silver-white wings, the mountain man seemed to be stuck in a swamp, and as if drunk, he staggered, stumbled, and unsteady on his feet. The mountain man who was circled by Qianluo's "Twin Fu Sword" roared, closed his fists, swept out, and rushed out into a frenzy, Qianluo's dense sword wire was torn in one fell swoop, messy and broken, and the mountain man swept his fist on Qianluo's left ribs.

Qian Luo snorted and flew out upside down, fortunately he had the "Eight Treasures Cloud Silk Vest" given by the master, otherwise this punch was enough to see his body pierce, Rao was enough for him to feel good, fell to the ground, the hall shook slightly, and the ground made of unknown materials smashed a big hole for Shengsheng.

The mountain barbarian was unforgiving, and chased after him, spewing out a purple-red fist several meters long with both fists, chasing after Qianluo. Although Qianluo's cultivation has risen to the rank of a low-grade scholar, he still has no strength to fight two mountain barbarians alone, his body is as light as a willow wind, his face flashes fiercely, and the "Twin Fu Sword" flies out of his hand, and at the same time, the hand shakes outward, and it spun sharply into a huge drill to meet the mountain man's fist.

Looking at this scene, Qianluo's seventeenth classmate finally couldn't help it, and Niu Tong roared: "Die, die!" and pounced on one of the blood cocoons. Regarding the words of the Ning family's brothers, needless to say, the three hundred Jiashi, together with Qianluo's seventeen classmates, were also suspicious, and Qianluo was in a desperate situation, and Niu Tong, the head of his seventeen classmates, finally jumped into the heart with the heart of death.

As if jumping into cheese, the cow pounced on the blood cocoon, and its huge body was extremely slow, merging into the blood cocoon, and was completely enveloped. Ao Ye and the other sixteen armor soldiers also gritted their teeth and closed their eyes when they saw this, and they all fell into the blood cocoon in front of them.

Seeing that the seventeenth captain took the lead, desperate for death, the three hundred armor soldiers also howled violently, and rushed into the blood cocoon one by one.

As the three hundred armorers all rushed into the blood cocoon, the blood cocoon that couldn't help but bulge slightly suddenly became calm, motionless, and after a while, as the three hundred armor soldiers began to practice the trick, they swelled again, but this time the amplitude increased sharply, as if it was a living thing. As the three hundred blood cocoons became denser and faster, the color of the blood cocoons deepened, turning purple and black, and at the same time, a force of absorption was born, and there were no blood cocoons pounced by the three hundred armor soldiers beside him, and the plasma in them was pumped away from the interconnected blood troughs and injected into the three hundred blood cocoons, which actually shrivelled and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. As for the four mountain barbarians who fought fiercely with Qianluo, Yaoli, and Ning family brothers, they also became weaker, the blood light of their bodies dissipated, and their strong cultivation seemed to be sucked away by an invisible force.

These hundreds of blood cocoons, together with the four mountain barbarians, are all transformed by the essence and blood of the black-robed ghosts, which are of the same origin, and the qi and blood are connected.

Seeing that it really worked, Brother Ning's spirits were greatly lifted, and his eyes lit up when he wanted to leave, and shouted, "I want it too!"

Brother Ning smiled "haha", and the giant hammer and light armor separated again, encircling the two mountain barbarians in one fell swoop, and they were about to get out, and they also turned over and plunged into a blood cocoon beside them. As he pierced in, the blood cocoon suddenly regained its calmness, no longer shrank, and then quickly expanded and contracted like a bellows, and the powerful suction force was emitted, and it actually exceeded the size of the blood cocoon of three hundred armor soldiers in a few snaps of his fingers. This old guy really deserves to be a cultivator of the eleventh grade, and he can be called old and strong.

Seeing that the four mountain barbarians were sucked away by the three hundred armor soldiers, and their combat effectiveness plummeted, Qianluo fought against one against two, and the Ning family brothers dealt with one by one, and they all had the upper hand, and if they continued, they were afraid that they would be sucked into dry corpses, the black-robed ghost roared angrily, the sleeves of the robe rolled wildly, and the four mountain barbarians negligently broke away from the battle, and the body of "Bang" burst together, turning into four clouds of blood mist, converging with each other, and fusing into one, and a more powerful mountain barbarian with four heads and eight arms was reborn. Immediately afterwards, the black-robed ghost swooped down and poured into the body of the mountain barbarian, so that this huge mountain barbarian two feet away withstood the extraction of the blood cocoon of the three hundred armor soldiers, and at the same time, the majestic mountain totem on the purple-red skin was magnificent, the blood light emitted by the eight eyes was dazzling, and each of the eight arms held a spear condensed by black mist, and a desolate, fierce, and violent aura overflowed.

As for the remaining blood cocoons, under the desperate extraction of the three hundred blood cocoons occupied by the three hundred armor soldiers, all of them were drawn dry, like dried peaches.

"My essence blood! I have worked hard to cultivate the mountain barbarian clone for several years! Little bastard, you, you are all going to die!" The black-robed ghost let out a miserable howl like a slashed wolf, and roared at Qianluo, and then he waved a spear with eight arms, sweeping towards Qianluo and the Ning family brothers.

Brother Ning repeated his old trick, "working together with one heart", and drove the big hammer from the hill, which was densely packed with barbs and hideous, and smashed it against the black-robed ghost.

There was a loud "bang", deafening, electric fire, and the black-robed ghost was also two spears together, and the giant hammer of the Ning family brothers was swept to pieces, and then the third spear and the fourth spear were picked out like lightning, and they were smashed into the chest of the Ning family brothers.

Fortunately, the brothers had been working as miners for several years, and their muscles and bones were strong, and their robes had a certain defensive power, and although they were seriously injured, they were not fatal.

The black-robed ghost was furious, and the fifth spear poked out like a poisonous snake again, smashing at the waists of the brothers who flew out in mid-air, apparently determined not to give up until the brothers were completely killed.

At this time, Qianluo drove the "Twin Rune Sword", and devoted himself to the "Transformation of God" realm of rune comprehension, and the remaining three spears of the black-robed ghost were fighting fiercely. However, he rushed forward, and his strength was inevitably insufficient, only shaking the giant spear to a deflection, and with a "pounce", one of Ning Xiong's left arms was smashed alive, and blood flew to the ground in all directions.

Brother Ning fell heavily to the ground, one was seriously injured, half died, and completely lost the strength to fight again.

"Boy, now you are left, I will drain your blood first, put it into the blood pool, and then wipe out all your minions and become my blood slave! And this time, hehe, is enough for me to do anything with them. The black-robed ghost was finally able to concentrate on dealing with Qianluo, wielding eight spears with eight arms, stabbing at Qianluo like a storm, forming a heavy black light and shadow to envelop Qianluo, and said with a strange smile.