Appalling.

The five major cultivators are one god, the spirit treasure is not exactly two blows, and the total number of attacks received in a moment is counted, and the third son is definitely qualified to be proud, and he lives up to what he just claimed: the first and only one under the god.

Arrogant or not, put aside, miserable is really miserable. The arms of the three sons were broken, the head of the bull collapsed, and half of it was cut off by black silk, and its steps staggered, and they could not fly up, and they could not stand up straight when they wanted to stand. Nearly 10,000 flying ants chased him and frantically pounced, the main targets were the two arms that were still bouncing after being cut off by the black silk, and the two wounds that did not want to fuse.

Seeing the three sons fighting alone and cultivating from a distance, Shisanlang seemed to be contemptuous, but in fact he remained sober enough, he did not expect to kill the opponent in a short time, but further weakened his strength, and wanted to destroy his roots!

The immortal blood body needs blood as a guide, and the flying ants swallow it into their stomachs to see how it does not die. As for the attack, Thirteen Lang deserves it alone.

If you have great magical powers, you need more time to prepare, or chant a spell or summon, maybe you have to seal and pinch it, etc.; no one can calm down and calm down in the situation of being attacked by Thirteen Lang, without arms, no matter how strong the third son is, he is also a target;

Compared to the nearly twenty zhang tall body of the third son, Thirteen Lang is as small as a flea, with the front of his head and the back of his head, his left and right body, his shoulders and knees or the top of his head, jumping around and never pausing even for a breath. The three sons, three heads and six eyes, unable to catch the opponent's figure, his body is like a willow in the wind, just standing up and falling down, suddenly standing up like a spring in the rolling, or his knees flicked violently.

It turns out that no matter how large the body is, it is still manipulated by nerves, and certain basic reactions are unavoidable.

"Bang!"

All kinds of muffled sounds are endless, and severe pain has just come from the cervical spine. Turning his head blankly, the next moment his left knee seemed to have been gouged out, and the pain teleported. The third son had just bent down, and his right rib seemed to be stuffed into a coal. And accompanied by dozens of knives. Thirteen Lang punched the wound that had just been opened with both palms, held the rib that had been broken at all, twisted it viciously, dismantled the bone for a gun, and inserted it into his chest and abdomen.

"Woo, you madman, ah!

I can't describe the pain, the helplessness, and the grievance and resentment that has nowhere to go;

As the third son sighed: "Breaking the day." I can't get by. ”

"Well, that's it. Thinking so, the third son suddenly sat down and lay down on his back, using the earth as a half-face protection, and at the same time raised his head.

Lying flat with his eyes facing the sky, why do you still hold your head high? The third son seems to be bent on seeing if there is anything on the top of his head, and the eyes of the six are trying to turn over, and it is a strange feeling that he can't turn it over.

"Three lives and turns. Immortal blood. The two black-robed voids flashed, each using their magic powers to block the strong enemy, and the three sons who got a breath opened at the same time, and the old lady muttered and chanted.

"Born in advance. The incense of burning the earth, making bones. ”

"Take away the way of life and burn the fragrance of the sky. Blood. ”

"Take the way of this life and burn the incense of people. Soul. ”

"Please protect my body with the will of Nirzu, and kill the heavens. ”

The past life is the past. Born early as cut off, the three sons have no roots since then.

The next life is to go, and the next life is destroyed, and the three sons cut off the reincarnation.

This life is the foundation, take this life as exhaustion, and the three sons can no longer tolerate the way of heaven.

It is not allowed to be in the way of heaven, but it can only be killed. The third son begged for protection from Nizu, and he could no longer leave the blood domain for half a step, until he could reincarnate himself like Nizu.

What is the exchange for paying such a price?

The purple smoke stove that had been hanging from his waist flew into the air, and the incense of the earth, which was originally a spark of stars, was generous and bright, and the burning speed increased tenfold, leaving a short section in an instant. The three sons trembled violently, and one figure after another appeared on their bodies, and after floating out, they turned around, and the roar turned into ethereal smoke and melted. The breath of the three sons skyrocketed, but the body gradually contracted, melting one person in a small circle, inhaling a thin breath once, and it didn't stop for a long time.

The incense of heaven was then lit, but only flickering and not flashing, and the time was only for a moment.

The past life can be mentioned, and the next life cannot be taken lightly, although this is a blood domain, and the power of the Heavenly Dao has been weakened to the minimum, it is still not something that can be desecrated by a mere overhaul. At the moment when the heavenly fragrance flickered, the thunder sounded above the yellow sky, and I couldn't see the thunderbolts rising and falling, but I could see a large area of yellow sand collapsing, and the sky and the earth were a sea of fire.

At the same time, the isolated island shook, and the stone platform of Shicai, which has now become the place of the underground, shot out a yellow and bright light, containing unimaginable coercion and solemnity, and slightly hovered towards the body of the third son, and the power was shocking.

Zuihou ignites the incense of people, not like ordinary incense jumping drips, but like a spark that is constantly splitting, turning into three or three into ten, and turning into tens of millions in an instant. Tens of thousands of dots and tens of millions of hisses, tens of millions of laughs and thousands of tears, tens of millions of shouts and roars, such as the whole shijie.

The body of the three sons lying flat "bounced" into the air, and the wind rose in the air at some point, weathering the whirlpool, wrapping their bodies, merging into one, and indistinguishable from each other.

The wind gusted, and the whole island was surrounded by a cold air, and only the sound of wailing was heard during the period, which was terrible and unbearable, but it was incessant.

It is a sound that can be heard in the world, the cry of ten thousand ghosts cannot be compared to its sorrow, the churning of the River Styx cannot express its grievances, and even if thousands of people are cut by a thousand knives at the same time, it cannot be compared with such a sound.

"Xiao, ten, three, Lang! This seat wants to break you, corpse, ten thousand, and duan!"

The resentful shouts in the wind, the object of the call are still buried in the fight, and they don't care to respond to his words. Thirteen Lang came quickly but late, he could sense the blood dance hundreds of miles away, but when he saw the battlefield situation, when he got closer, what he saw was a son to five cultivators, and he didn't know that there were still two black-robed people who were not dead.

suffered a backlash before, and was later put away by the third son and left the battlefield, in such a short time, the two black robes could not talk about recuperating their energy, but their preparations for battle had already been sufficient. This time when he returned to the battle array, the third son sent out an additional thought, and he was not surprised at all by the change in the object of the fight.

"Swinging the sea!"

Once a demon overhaul, although the black robe was injured, its strength did not decrease too much; Although his sanity is insane, his momentum is temporarily enhanced. With a roar, two giant palms suddenly appeared in the air. A scoop of water around the island was poured on the head of Shisanlang.

Exclusive supernatural powers from the Fubo people. It is extremely rare among monks to specialize in waterways. Taking water with his hands, the sea water should have slipped away along the cracks of his fingers, but when it was touched by the hands of the black robe, the sea water seemed to be trained into a river that could not be cut, and the sea water continued to rise from the sea, and then smashed down like a pillar of heaven.

No, it's to move the sea and flood the mountain, or simply to wash the mountain peak to see if it's strong enough. It doesn't matter if you don't cross it. The black-robed monk obeyed the orders of the third son, and only wanted to force the opponent back.

For an overhaul, such a requirement is so low that it amounts to humiliation.

The waves fell in the air, but the roar came from the ground, and countless hands and countless mouths suddenly appeared under their feet, and the mouths were like whistling, not blowing. Instead, take a mouthful and suck it in.

"The hell cave is launched, all ghosts howl together, and the sorrow of the nine places is played!"

A cold aura filled the sky, and thousands of inhaled ghosts emerged from the ground. They are all souls of monsters in the water. Sanxingtai is the core of the sacrifice, yin and yang are one, and the accumulated souls are endless. If it weren't for the limited realm of the black robe, it would really be able to turn this place into another ghost cave.

"Be careful. This is a forbidden technique!" Blue Mountain shouted from afar, his voice a little frightened.

If the Great Elder Shining who came with Thirteen Lang was here. will be able to call out the name of the black robe: Kun Ming, one of the key criminals who was wanted by the Demon Palace for practicing forbidden arts, and has not succeeded so far. It's a pity that Kun Ming was able to escape the capture of the Demon Palace, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the blood domain, and he spent his whole life and finally became a puppet.

The war is changing rapidly, and the five major repairers who have been seriously injured have been dizzying since then, and they all want to do something, but they don't know and don't know what to do. It was only at this time that I found out that the black robe had used forbidden techniques and remembered that this team of demon cultivators were all loose cultivators, and then led by the disciples of the Mountain Monarch, it was really a group of demons dancing wildly, and any kind of trick could appear.

Tianshui Cave, the two overhauls are fully exerted, even if it is not a single point that cannot be compared with the blow of the gods, how much worse can it be? The situation was reversed in an instant, and Mr. Thirteen, who was accustomed to sneak attacks and conspiracies, was caught off guard, and he was in a hurry

Moment

Often walking by the river must wet shoes, Shisanlang understands the meaning of this sentence better than anyone else, and has paid a price that no one can compare. Regardless of this life, in the previous life and the previous life, he died because of this, and then because of a providence in the dark, he fell and drilled through, and Zuihou came to Canglang Star.

Having had this kind of experience, if there is anyone in the world who is not surprised by the accident during the battle, it is the Thirteen Lang. If it weren't for the three-point vigilance, he wouldn't have failed to kill before.

The two black-robed are strong, but their purpose is not to kill Thirteen Lang, the third son has vowed to personally deal with the culprit who forced him to a dead end, and at the same time, it also shows that his attitude has changed, and he really regards Thirteen Lang as a great enemy. On the contrary, this is not the case with Thirteen Lang. Although the attack of the two black-robed people was fierce, Thirteen Lang's eyes and spirit were still focused on the cloud that the three sons had changed, and they made a series of responses in the shortest possible time.

Sacrifice the Ding Hanging Furnace, untie the ring and release the ghosts, and ignite the dazzling red light.

The red flame rises, or it is a little dim, and the vitality in the fire is still vigorous, not seeking to turn the power into the sky, as long as the ghosts are stunned. The ghost king then roared, although weak and dull, he still had the air of a king commanding the heroes. The dumb aunt personally held the Ghost Mother King Ring, and summoned with a voice that only the ghost body could understand, just like the male lord erecting a banner and summoning his subordinates who could follow him across the three lives.

The oven was vast, the residual incense burned out, and pieces of runes flew into the air, covering the sky above their heads in an instant. Thirteen Lang raised his head and lowered his head, looking left and right and still couldn't find any trace of the blood ding, so he simply tore his throat and pulled down his face, and scolded.

"Nizu, you old bastard, the old man has two tripods under the door, you dare to help him!"

The next chapter is even later, perhaps in the early hours of the morning. That's my speed

In that case, try to write two more chapters tomorrow, well, friends who don't stay up late go to bed early, and read the same tomorrow.

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(To be continued......)