"The demon baby turns his mind and hugs the world!"

Hearing Yan Huihui's words, and seeing him raise his hand to swing his sword, the demon cultivator suppressed his panic and despair, and promptly used the strongest magical power he could use.

At its dantian, the eyes of the demon baby shone with a circle of green light, and the two small hands were close together like hearts, pinching them fiercely towards the middle, and then stretching their arms to the sides, slowly making a gesture like hugging a round ball.

As its arms unfolded, the figurine, made of pure magic, gradually melted like a candle baked by flames, its face blurred, and its body shrank like a deflated ball until it disappeared completely.

Corresponding to the Yuan Infant, the aura emitted by the Demon Cultivator suddenly rose, breaking through the mid-term bottleneck in the blink of an eye, and continued to improve. A majestic coercion was suddenly released, and the green tendons on his face jumped wildly, as if there were countless earthworms wriggling in the flesh and blood, trying to get out.

Yuan Ying continued to melt into nothingness, leaving only two trembling arms, Zuihou even turned his arms into pure magic, and his breath also reached the extreme at this moment, and at a rough glance, he actually had the strength of the peak of the middle stage.

Looking at the imprint that was as close as death, Demon Xiu's eyes showed a look of hatred and resentment, his hands danced in the air like wheels, and he struck countless spells in succession, and his arms stretched out to the sides like his primordial infant, and then slowly closed.

The demonic flames rose and turned into long whips of flames, like a large web of staggered kinks, stacked on top of each other throughout the space.

"I can't support it for too long, fellow Daoists act quickly!"

The demonic cultivator's roar echoed in the air, and the whips of black flames turned into nothingness at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and the almost invisible traces seemed to have the power of spatial cutting, cutting through the barriers, still cutting towards its body.

Although the momentum cannot be changed, it is under the counterattack of the demon cultivator. It was delayed for a moment, a moment.

"Kill him!"

Demon Xiu shouted frantically, his body retreated like a meteor, and the demonic flames turned into his arms quickly dissipated, accompanied by his rapid malaise, and his eyes changed from tyranny to horror.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Yan Huihui's expression was faint. With a slight tap of his empty left hand, the speed of the imprint suddenly accelerated, and the form changed from illusory to solid, flashing by.

Gray marks appeared on the center of the demon cultivator's eyebrows, expanding to the sides like the previous leader, and quickly spreading throughout his body.

"You have more than one sword......

He roared in despair, and died in reluctance, his body halved and fell to the left and right.

Even at the cost of the collapse of the yuanying. He still couldn't resist Yan Huihui's sword, no, maybe two swords.

"This seat says that it is one, it is one, and those who die have the right to justify. ”

Yan Huihui sighed softly, turned back to Young Master Xia and said, "History is only written by the victors, senior sister can understand...... Huh?"

His gaze was slightly condensed. His eyes showed a little surprise, and he showed a shocked look for the first time.

"You go to die!" shouted the young master.

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Now. The people around him had the previous experience, and Yan Huihui was slightly stumped by the demon cultivator, and the spell was slightly stagnant unconsciously, and everyone was able to restrain the kind of change in their bodies that happened for some reason, and they shouted angrily and used all kinds of magical magic weapons. Chaoyan regained his fierce attack.

Out of the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, the posture of the remaining two demon cultivators is the most desperate.

They are outsiders, no matter what happened to each other before, there is always a group thought in their hearts, and at this moment, life and death are instantaneous, and they see that their companions can delay Yan Huihui a little. There is no reason not to do your best.

"The demon baby turns his mind and hugs the world!"

had escaped death, Tu Wei knew that if he wanted to live, he could only seize the moment in front of him, and he had no reservations in his heart.

It's another mutation, and the magic power he casts is exactly the same as that demon cultivator, except that Tu Huan is a mid-stage monk, and although he fell to the realm due to his previous injury, he is still more than a step stronger than the early Yuan Ying, and the power he casts is also stronger.

The demonic flames were surging like a black sea, and the breath released by Tu Huan at that moment had faintly revealed the taste of the Great Monk, and thousands of flame whips danced, directly attacking Yan Huihui's body.

Surround Wei to save Zhao, this is the clearest, simplest, and most effective plan, instead of fighting with the same great monk, it is better to directly attack his body that is not much stronger than other monks.

Yamu also worked hard, the Demon Soul Holy Son was in a desperate situation, and he had already forgotten Thirteen Lang's advice, not that he was not cautious enough, but that the situation forced him to do so.

The demon soul surged, Yamu turned into a giant several feet high, and his fists attacked Yan Hui with a hiss and roar, the hissing sound rolled in all directions, and there was a very high frequency of vibration, which wanted to pierce the heart.

While attacking, Yamu was still complaining in his heart, secretly thinking that he was still not wise enough, so he had discussed with Thirteen Lang before and insisted on changing his role.

"Young Master, you're too cunning!"

Thinking of what Thirteen Lang said before, "The combat power of the Great Monk is incalculable", Yamu shouted in his heart.

Yamu's fierce posture didn't move Yan Hui at all, but his eyes were a little surprised by the change in the picture, and there was a slight solemnity in his eyes.

"Burning Yuanshen? Both are like this, outsiders, and they are indeed more ruthless than native monks. ”

"This is not the burning of the primordial god, but the unique supernatural power of the Demon King Palace, the art of surviving in death, and the method of fighting for the life of every demon envoy. ”

The old woman's voice sounded slowly, as if it filled every inch of the space, judging from the voice, it seemed that she had a little demeanor of an old man with a divine heart.

"The swallowtail clan has been dealing with spiritual cultivation for a long time, but they don't know that the demon cultivation can win half of their country, and their strength is so strong, how can it be worse than spiritual cultivation. ”

As if admonishing, and as if carefully admonishing, unconsciously, Yan Huihui felt that his consciousness was a little chaotic, the surrounding scenery became blurry and difficult to clarify, and even the demonic flame that came straight towards him seemed to turn into a gentle wind, urging people to sleep.

"Xiao Qian Shijie! You woke up so quickly!"

"Child, my brother's soul is in my body, I just want to slow down, but I can't slow down!"

The old woman's voice instantly aged for dozens of years, and the tone of her conversation with Yan Huihui was kind and gentle, just like gossip between grandparents and grandchildren, which made people not have the slightest hostility, but in Yan Huihui's opinion. These voices are no less than the most vicious curses, as terrible as the most cruel hungry wolves.

Compared with the ruthlessness of the demon cultivator and the secretiveness of the old woman, Yan Buli's attack was the most direct and powerful. He, like Yan Huihui, is a great kendo monk, and they both raise their hands with a sword. It was all an imprint that stretched out, cutting towards Yan Hui's body.

The difference was that his right hand trembled even more when he drew the sword, and it shook wildly as if it were convulsive, and even his head and face and even his body shook, and his eyes suddenly became bright as stars, and then quickly turned into a dead color as if it had been absorbed by something.

On the contrary, the imprint became stronger, judging from the power alone. It is not inferior to Yan Huihui's sword in the slightest, and even surpasses it.

"Sacrifice your soul!

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"That's what I've always been trying to do, and now is the right moment. ”

Yan Buli's voice was like an old woman, and suddenly it became old and dry, as if it had lost all its vitality. With a look of regret, he said: "Originally, I wanted to use this sword to ask Mr. Big for advice, but I didn't expect it...... But it's cheaper for you!"

"Mr. Big. Which big sir, you mean...... You madman!"

Once you figure out who he is referring to. Yan Huihui could no longer maintain his composure, and there was an angry flame burning in his eyes, revealing deep jealousy.

When the Great War came, the name Mr. Big became a nightmare for all the swallowtail monks, and no one dared to mention it.

One sword breaks a hundred swords, and one person kills a hundred. Among them, there are several Divine Sword Cultivators, although Mr. Big himself has been severely injured, but in the hearts of all the Sword Cultivators of the Swallowtail Clan, he seems to have become a sword god-like existence, which cannot be violated.

Not no one in the Swallowtail Clan can compare to Mr. Big, and there are quite a few who can defeat him. However, in terms of kendo alone, even the eldest elder of the clan, that is, Yan Huihui's master, and the grandfather of the young master, did not dare to speak lightly. Which battle Yan Huihui saw with his own eyes, shocked to the point of almost despair.

Even though there were all kinds of pride and a thousand fantasies in his heart, he didn't dare to say anything to challenge Mr. Big.

At this time, hearing Yan Buli say that this sword was prepared for Mr. Big, Yan Huihui's heart suddenly rose with a chill, and there was a bit of a bad feeling that he had not had before.

Yan Huihui knew that Yan Buli's temperament was the most ruthless, but since he said that he wanted to ask Mr. Big for advice, the power of this sword was probably stronger than what he felt, and it was more than ......

I didn't have time to think about it anymore, all the attacks came almost at the same moment, Yan Hui's feelings, time seemed to be frozen, his mind seemed to be immersed in the viscous mud, and it took a huge amount of effort to move his thoughts, dozens of long whips made of flames had already scorched his hair, and his sword still maintained a slashing posture, as if it was pulled by hundreds of millions of hands, and it was difficult to take it back.

"Old man with a divine heart, you are not dead!" Yan Hui broke off with a loud voice, his voice revealing a hint of panic.

"Senior brother is dead, but he was not killed by you. The old woman's voice was still so slow, and the hypnotic tone contained endless mockery and resentment.

"It's up to you, and you want to cut off my inheritance!"

Xiao Qian Shijie, different people have different effects, the old man of the heart is the spiritual guide of the whole clan, and the method of opening that he gave up his life in exchange for is so easy to be cracked by a great monk. If it weren't for the fact that the old woman's divinity had just opened, and her cultivation was also insufficient, this spiritual shijie alone would be enough to trap Yan Huihui to death inside.

At this moment, although the old woman could not do it to this extent, it was enough to interfere with his movements, spell casting, and even thinking.

On the battlefield, a moment's delay is fatal, and there is no room for the slightest hesitation.

"From now on, the old body is the new generation of divine masters of the Kaba clan, and you are the one born by the divine master...... The first sacrifice!"

The old woman's voice echoed in the air, and the surrounding attacks swarmed in, Yan Huihui suddenly realized one thing, after she cracked the first shijie before, the tone in which she spoke to herself was clearly procrastination......

Whether it is the opening of the divine nature or the casting of divine magic, the divine master needs to prepare for a long time, and it is best to do it in a quiet and guaranteed environment. Yan Huihui didn't know much about divine masters, but he also knew that there had never been a precedent in history for divine masters to be inherited on the battlefield and successfully perform their first divine arts.

What is this, weishenme she can do such an incredible thing, is it providence?

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...... (To be continued.) )