Under the thunder, in front of the mountain cliff, the mighty white light rushed to the face, and the people on the slope did not have time to think about the root cause, so they needed to do their best to survive.

At the forefront, the old man roared angrily, reluctantly, but forced to act as the first human shield. Behind him, Thirteen Lang was eyeing the tiger, and at this time, breaking through the level and seizing the road was equivalent to facing the four big masters in front and back, even if the gods of the middle realm could not choose. Fortunately, the old man understands that as long as the spiritual cultivator behind him is still in his mind, he will not be stupid enough to sneak attack himself at this moment, but as he said before: side by side.

"It's called side by side?

The heart was bitter, and the old man couldn't help but look back at the enemy, and Shisanlang obviously understood his gaze, and replied with a gesture (please), without hesitation, he took three steps back, closer to the spiritual student, and farther away from the old man.

"Despicable, shameless!" the old man gritted his teeth, turned around helplessly, raised his hand at the same time, and slapped it on the top of his head.

Three pillars of light came one after another, and the striking range was three circles larger than the entire slope top, and if you wanted to dodge, you could only dance with the owls.

Before the time of Zuihou, he couldn't choose that way, and it was too late to say more.

Because of the distance, standing on the slope and looking at the river, I saw the hull of the Demon Spirit Ship shake slightly, and the muzzle of the gun lit up like a spark, shooting out an extremely white and extremely bright spot. The next moment, the point of light rapidly magnified, like a comet with a tail flame crashing into the eye, and soon occupied the whole place.

Further back, there is a blazing white in front of me, overwhelming the sky and the sea, making people feel that "the sky is erected, and then it collapses crookedly in translation". A series of light-filaments that looked subtle but did not exist at all arrived in advance, and the pain in the eyes was like a pinprick in the eyes, and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing for a long time.

It was different from the Demon Spirit Cannon that Thirteen Lang knew at the beginning, after transformation, the range of this war weapon has increased by more than ten times, and it has been blessed with a more complex formation. The forms of attack have also become diverse. For example, in front of you, the white light emitted by the Demon Spirit Cannon will increase as the distance increases, covering a large area of space that is difficult to dodge. Correspondingly, when encountering an immobile and extremely powerful target, the Drill Monk will change his strategy and retract the pillar of light like a spear to attack a point.

"War is the best catalyst for scientific and technological progress. Afterwards, Thirteen Lang sighed with emotion. Marveling at the infinite wisdom of human beings, he now needs to fight against the Demon Cannon with the others and fight for survival.

In front of the cliffs on three sides, the 10,000-meter hillside is wailing and screaming, and countless poisonous insects and beasts are crawling and screaming.

All things mourn together. The momentum of the Demon Spirit Cannon is so magnificent, and the wonderful thing is that the feeling of being present is extremely quiet.

All you can see around is faces, looking at the slowed down and elongated movements, but you can't hear a sound.

Absolute silence lasted for a moment, as if 10,000 years had passed. Suddenly, all the silence was replaced by a boom, and everything that slowed down suddenly accelerated. Thousands of lights, thousands of stones, tens of thousands of heavy pressures, thousands of fireworks. In the middle, it is accompanied by a little red and beautiful, and it is woven into a scene that cannot find an independent shijie with half a silk rule.

Flying rocks hit the face, the chaotic light blinded the eyes, the hurricane pressed the body, and the heat was scorching.

Messy! Messy!

The aura is chaotic, and the order is chaotic. The law is chaotic, everything in shijie is chaotic, and the chaotic and irritable emotions fill every inch of space, as if tens of thousands of flies are buzzing and chasing in their minds, making people feel distraught, and they just want to roar and dance wildly.

"Untie the blood and seal the soul. ”

"The stand-in is reversed!"

The old man and his companion roared in unison. With his backhand, he slapped his palm towards the heavenly spirit, and his body suddenly reversed.

The red light flashed at a glance, not flying in all directions outside the body, but instilling it into the body along the palm of the hand, and then like thousands of bloodshots swimming in all directions, sweeping the whole body. In the bodies of the two of them, the bloodlines searched every inch and every place, and when they bounced back, the long snake of the anteater was attached to the writhing black dots;

The villain is not a primordial baby, and his whole body is covered with black spots that he doesn't know what he is, and his expression is constantly writhing in pain, and he is fierce and hideous. After doing all this, the faces of the two old men showed a look of regret but helplessness, and then they turned into resoluteness, opened their mouths and spit out the blood, and the old man and the two of them stood upside down in the air with their heads and feet, and then roared and hissed.

"Blood Soul, Burst!"

With this roar, the blood-colored villain rushed forward, and met the white light with a ferocious aura. The two light sounds that were not too violent, and the bloody man, along with those black writhing dots, exploded into the air with a wild mist, exploding a bloody path.

At this time, looking down from above, three layers of white cloth rushed to the face, stacked like heavy waves hitting the reef; this side greeted two red dots, tore the first white cloth, and turned into two blood-colored spears, and then greeted Xiangxia with one heavy, and then the next one.

Performing this technique, the old man and his companion turned pale, their breath plummeted, and their faces were relieved, and then infinite resentment was born.

"Le Hongtao!"

The six demon hunters fought with the monks on the battleship, and the old man no longer had to think about any "loyalty betrayal", and resolutely used evil magic to break the ban. But what made the two of them angry was that at the cost of almost downgrading, this magic power was not enough to break through the triple white light, and many black spots were reborn in the body, and they were multiplying at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, the two realized that the other party's declaration that "this prohibition has no solution" is not to scare people casually, but to solve the maggot of the tarsal bone that cannot even solve the blood. It's a pity that the upheaval happened too quickly before, otherwise you can ask the Sky Fox who has performed this technique, and maybe you can predict it in advance.

It's not normal, it's normal.

Dare to use the demon hunting envoy as a slave, if the soul forbidden method can be broken casually, wouldn't Le Hongtao become a fool? In fact, the two old men have already shocked Le Hongtao by achieving this level, and they have suffered a big loss.

At this moment, the chaos of the battlefield below is better than the top of the mountain, Le Hongtao cast a spell and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his actions were paused.

"Kill!"

When fighting, how could such a loophole appear, they were not facing some soft persimmons that were pinched at random, but a full six masters. With only a slight delay, the two of them rushed to the scene with their magical powers, and if it weren't for a dead guard using his body as a shield, he was afraid that half of his life would be lost on the spot.

"Slave of the master!" Le Hongtao was furious, and in a hurry, he still didn't forget to turn his head to look at the top of the mountain, but he didn't know that the old man and the two were saying similar things in their hearts, and they hesitated.

What should I do if the forbidden law cannot be removed?

One more time?

Never.

If you can dissolve the blood again, you can't talk about it. Don't forget, there is a demon star behind him who declares "fight side by side with me first, and then be killed by me", so that they will not be killed by the demon cannonball, but will die at the hands of that person, so how can they be willing?

The most laughable thing is that the old man still needs to do his best. Serve as a shield for that knife-sharpening guy!

"Demon kill, explode!"

The old man hissed angrily, turned his head and stared at Thirteen Lang viciously, sighed in his heart and turned around, his hands waved rapidly, and his ten fingers flicked continuously.

"Give me a blast, burst blast!"

More than a dozen remnant demon generals rose up in response, and the moths put out the flames and threw white light one after another, bursting into bones and turning blood. Tear the cloth with droplets, the heavy stone.

Resisting the Demon Spirit Cannon like this, the old man was really helpless, and he was unwilling to choose it at the juncture. It's not that I think the demon general's life is valuable, but because although the self-explosion is powerful, its range is completely uncontrollable.

The Demon Spirit Cannon is still not the same as the Monk's Divine Power, it has been broken but not completely destroyed, although its power has been reduced. The momentum of the attack has not been completely eliminated. This means that the two old men only need to open the opening and they will be fine. There is no need to work hard, and you can't work hard for the spiritual cultivation behind you.

Forced by the situation, the old man cherished his cultivation and cherished his life even more, so he had to take out these things outside his body first to the bottom, and his inner grief and anger can be imagined. The demon will explode by itself, and the blood color will bloom like flowers, and the originally neat white light will suddenly become colorful. Look at it from afar. The light of the cannon was like a white wall urging the ground, and two large holes were punched along the way, and the hole was dyed with patches of red around the hole, and continued to sweep towards the top of the mountain.

Sweep the remnants of the defeated army, sweep towards the man who is like a rock

The white wall turns into a rag of color. The momentum has been slightly reduced, and the breath is still fierce and violent. Clusters of red rays erupted, huge pits appeared under their feet, and mud and stone winds roared into the sky. As far as the eye could see, the mighty white waves came from below, and the wind raged all the way, and even the ground was blown three feet away. Countless boulders of nearly 1,000 catties flew into the air, turning into hundreds of millions of fine grains of sand, overlapping with white light, and swept people into chaos.

Facing that piece of shijie, Shisanlang did not use his magical powers, but held a seven-zhang long knife, stepped deeply into the mountain rock with his feet, and slashed against the wind.

The demon slashing knife is seven feet and weighs more than 10,000 catties, and now it is held in the hand by Thirteen Lang like bean sprouts, and three hundred knives are split in an instant. The knife roared like a beheading chieftain, a knife and a mark, a knife and a gap, a knife and a seam, splitting and tearing the already broken flood peak, tearing, scattered like cotton.

Triple white waves followed, and although the two old men pierced first, it was still not something that a great monk could fight. What Thirteen Lang wants is not to break through them so that he can survive, but to leave as much power as possible, and the part that misses the side will be minimized. The goal is difficult, and he does not expect or intend to solve the problem alone, but to cut it in a hard-hitting and force-breaking way.

The supernatural power has become a momentum, and a flood peak has been divided into hundreds of streams, and although the power of erosion is violent, it is not completely impossible to fight.

One person holds a knife, chopping waves, Wan Jun's huge force is like a tide, Thirteen Lang is slightly tilted, and his waist is gradually like a bow full of strings. The rocks under his feet continue to crumble, the edges of his feet crack in all directions like turtle lines, and his body gradually changes from beginning to forward, gradually becoming the same oblique angle as the hillside. But its feet are firmly rooted, as if a person has grown out of geography, no matter how high the wind is or how fast the waves are, he cannot move even an inch.

The body as solid as fine iron was torn open one by one, and the blood was taken away by the knife-like white mang before it had time to flow out, and Shisanlang responded silently, and the long knife repeated the monotonous eastward walk, chopping, slashing, slashing, slashing, and slashing

During the slash, Thirteen Lang's arms gradually became heavier, but the knife momentum gradually became regular, not as rigid as before, but with a certain rhythm and rhythm. At this time, if anyone sees his expression, they will find that his eyes are not looking at the light and wind in front of him, but with a hint of confusion following his knife swimming.

I can't say what it feels like, it's like the knife and the wind are slowly in tune, slowly merging, slowly forming a complete painting that gives people a sense of harmony.

"Is this fusion?"

I can't tell how many knives I chopped, I don't know how much time has passed, but Thirteen Lang is immersed in that wonderful feeling until

"Rise!"

The sword light rose again, and there was a brilliant golden glow in it. The rod of the scale flew to the middle, and more than ten flying swords were hung obliquely around, circling and flying like a butterfly, standing directly in front of the top of the mountain. Qi Fei urged the mana on the one hand, suppressed the injuries in his body on the other, and took care of the weak and tired students around him, and with the concerted efforts of all the cultivators, the ten-zhang giant plate was like a solid wall blocking the hurricane, and I stood still despite the high wind and waves.

To be able to do this in a hurry, Qun Xiu has done his best, and His Royal Highness Fei has also done his best. The reason why he chose this laborious way to fight was because he not only had to consider the safety of the students, but also tried to expand the scope of defense as much as possible to avoid the triple rage affecting the Night Lotus.

What about the night lotus?

She's in charge.

It is impossible to recover the thunderstorm when it falls. At this moment, even if someone slapped the night lotus into flesh with one palm, the thunder tribulation would still chase its soul and turn it into ashes. As Ran Bu said when he was surprised, this time, no one could help her.

The thunder falls, the lotus rises, the divine light blooms like a silver sun, and the flower of eternity bounces down on the body of a grain of blood sand, the appearance is still the same, the expression is solemn and quiet.

"Lotus falls and three lives, and three lives overlap!"

(To be continued......)