A thunderclap on a sunny day, a comet descended into the world, and the mountain opened up a road with the mandate of heaven; everywhere it passed, the heroes worshipped down, and the demons gave the head, and its momentum was unimpeded; after the hardships and tribulations, the male lord led Lingjie to achieve a great cause for a thousand years, and the world was peaceful.

That's a myth, oh no, it's a fairy tale.

Fairy tales are, and all those who are conceited about their destiny have only two possible outcomes: death, and madness. Therefore, when Shisanlang held his head high, pulled his face, stretched his neck and pulled his throat, and roared in a heroic posture that the world is mine, everyone who saw it except for Blue Mountain felt funny.

"Instead of pretending to be a ghost, it is better to die and struggle. ”

Even if he was in the midst of transformation, even if he was suffering from severe pain like a thousand knives, even if he only heard half a word, the third son still couldn't stop shouting daxiao, and scolded loudly: "Insult Nizu, you fool, you don't know the height of the sky, uh?"

The scolding turned into an exclamation, half spitting out, half stuffing back into his throat and making it difficult to swallow, Miko couldn't believe what he saw, choking like a chicken with half of its throat cut off.

The surprise came from many aspects, the most unbelievable was undoubtedly the Blood Ding, as the Blood Ding of Thirteen Lang rose into the air, as the countless runes on the Ding's body drifted around, an indescribable sucking force spread in all directions, heaven and earth, and nothing could escape.

It was a strange feeling. Everyone had an idea in their hearts that they should devote themselves to the blood tripod, and there was indeed a majestic force in the tripod, which was definitely not something that the overhaul could resist. However, strange or wonderful, the huge force swept by, and everyone's footsteps did not move half a minute, only bringing up two puffs of yellow sand.

In the sky and on the ground, the yellow sand is surging like two yellow dragons. The sky yellow dragon burned all the way. The roar poured into the body, and the underground yellow dragon was empty, and soon scattered without a trace. The third blood tripod that was caught in it was exposed, and the hiss matched it. Meanwhile. In the purple smoke furnace put by Thirteen Lang, the incense of people quickly dispersed a little incense ash, and the one sacrificed by the third son was passed on like a relay, and it was bright!

When the tripods meet, the mouths of the tripods are interlocked, and the purple gas of the incense of people surrounds the center of the two blood tripods as a catalyst. All the scenes looked exactly like what was happening on the central platform, and only Jusanro knew the difference in his heart. The last time they fused, the tripod he brought first absorbed the power of yellow sand in the sky, and at the same time shared the power of the Xingtai Blood Tripod. It wasn't until the two tripods were close or even identical that Fang began to fuse when Thirteen Lang and the others weren't paying attention.

In other words, it is a relationship of mutual assistance and cooperation, where one party is insufficient, and the other party takes the initiative to help.

This time was different, through the mental link, Thirteen Lang could clearly feel his blood tripod's mind, although he also started with summoning, but his attitude was obviously stronger. More oppressive. The way it absorbs the yellow sand is also different from the last time, it no longer needs to be in it, but absorbs it in a looting posture. On the contrary, the blood tripod that was originally placed on the star platform was knocked to the ground by the three sons. At this time, the yellow light was spewed, perhaps the meaning of the Nirvana shouted by the third son, and the body was immediately shrouded in the blood tripod in the air, and then it was "invited" to move. Fluttering and flying into the sky.

At the same time, the suction on everyone's body suddenly disappeared. All directions and directions have shifted in one direction: the tripod below!

Request, request. Invitations, shouts, and orders and shouts that cannot be violated. So many feelings came at the same time, and in Thirteen Lang's sight, the blood tripod that rose from the ground was surprised, doubtful, hesitated, resisted, struggled, and finally slowly flew into the sky and connected with the blood tripod above. At the moment when the tripod was connected, a joyful and powerful feeling arose, and the tripod holder was excited together.

So Shisanro understood, it was surrender.

After the separation of the Blood Ding family, he returned once every seven hundred years, and was blessed with ten major cultivators and even souls, and after so many years, each one gave birth to a little bit of spiritual wisdom. Now the time has come, and they are celebrating their integration, but they need to be prioritized. There is no doubt that Shisanlang's snow top has already fused once, and Liliang is relatively much stronger than the one below, so he is more active and domineering.

"If the two of them are subdued, if they merge again, will they give birth to a complete consciousness and can do it without the help of others? ”

Experiencing the smug emotions of the Blood Ding due to the conquest of his companions, Thirteen Lang secretly made up his mind that he would not allow it to continue to merge in the future unless it was necessary.

Thinking and drastic changes occurred at the same time, as the two blood tripods approached each other, the yellow light that sprayed from the blood tripod below, which had already partially entered the body of the third son at this moment, suddenly stopped, and turned back in doubt, looking east and west, looking up and down, so hesitant.

The reason is not difficult to understand, that mass is some kind of will sealed inside the blood tripod, which is activated under certain conditions and enters the body of the activator. At this time, the situation is a little strange, on one side is the person who activates it, and on the other side is part of the magic weapon of the will owner, who also needs its help, or some kind of completion.

There are times when the true spirit repents. When it comes to yourself, commitment may be a fart, or even a fart.

In addition, after Thirteen Lang's scolding was issued, the yellow light cluster seemed to hear it, and when he looked up and down and turned his head to look at him, once or twice, more and more times, and stayed longer and longer.

Isn't it? The young master just wants you not to help that brute, not that I want!" Thirteen Lang was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Go back to Dingli, that is your home." ”

No matter what it is, it will definitely make Miko strong, and it has already made him strong, so stop it. Thirteen Lang's idea is very simple, whether it's right or not, there's nothing wrong with shouting and pretending, and if it's useful, it doesn't hurt to pretend to be an old person.

Don't say it, it's really useful, but it's not all haode.

After listening to Thirteen Lang's words, the yellow light cluster seemed to be insulted, and flew into the sky with a whoosh, merging along the part where the blood tripod was fused, but a wisp of light flickered away from the body, and after shaking twice, he came to Thirteen Lang and drilled directly into the center of his eyebrows.

"Oops, it's broken!" Thirteen was taken aback.

"Oh, that's bad!" the third son was shocked, and then he wailed endlessly like a sow who had been gang-raped by ten big men.

"No! it can't be, don't"

There has been more upheaval than once. There is more than one opponent that Thirteen Lang has to deal with, and in the real world, the blood tripod is not a top priority. The two demon cultivators are the murderous scourge that must be solved right now.

The two major repairs went all out, and there was a little difference in time; However, due to a slight delay in taking water and casting spells, time lagged behind. The reason why the Shining Spirit Demon Cultivator was drunk out of the forbidden technique by Blue Mountain was that the souls it took were not limited to those dead demon beasts, but also taken alive on the spot.

In the Xiuzhen realm, or it should be said that in an orderly Xiuzhen shijie, taking living souls will be forbidden no matter where they are, and they will even be captured and executed by the upper classes. Hugh said that the Taoist is unscrupulous, any shijie is a tower-shaped structure, and any reasonable person, including the gods, understands that the tower body is stable in order to be long-term. They allow those with powerful liliang to enslave the low, but not absolutely recklessly.

The so-called power has always been a relative concept, and even the true spirit has been beheaded, let alone a major cultivator who practices forbidden arts. Kun Mingkong is talented and talented, but his life in the Demon Domain is very difficult, and his mind is distorted to the point that he is not in shape.

The scarlet in his eyes was rich, and Kun Ming's expression was crazy and happy, pointing to Thirteen Lang as if he was looking at a corpse that was about to turn into a soul, and daxiao shouted: "The sound of the Nine Lands erodes the heart and buries the bones." You give it to me."

Like his master, Kun Ming's words ended here, and in his sight, a fire collided with him, just to take a look. Kun Ming suddenly felt a feeling of relief and renunciation, as if this life had come to an end and he was too tired. Finally, it can be like a long sleep.

Practicing the ghost path requires a constant ghost body, and always being with a ghost body means that there is some ghost energy. As long as it is ghostly, there is no one who does not yearn for Hongchen. There is no one who is not subject to the Ghost Mother Ring, otherwise, how can it be worthy of the status of the elder of the Shining Clan, and how can it be called a ghost relic.

Well, this elder is not the other elder, not the impostor elder from Flurry City, but the great man whom all the Shining people admire!

The ghosts paused, and thousands of ghosts came out of the ground, but they were all stunned, and they were stunned, and the sound they made, or should be said to inhale, could not be stopped, and the hissing sound was immediately heart-wrenching, and the shaking of the spirits was unstoppable, and the more time passed, the heavier the impact became.

Without a ghost attack, the voice alone can't pose a threat to Thirteen Lang, but it hurts others. Blood Dance and the others were seriously injured, and at this moment it was the most difficult time for their minds to condense; suddenly they heard thousands of terrible ghost howls, all of them turned even paler, and their bodies swayed, except for the Spear King Blue Mountain, the rest of them all had signs of madness.

"Whew!"

The ghost sound is both hurt and stimulating, and its voice pierces the bottom of the heart, maximizing the desires and obsessions in the depths of the soul; several major repairs each have their own inseparable points, among which the blood dance is the strongest, and because they have just changed their bodies, the torment is also the heaviest.

Standing up with a red face, the blood dance's movements were sluggish and strange, spitting blood while scratching at the body with both hands, as if he was so disgusted by the body that he wanted to tear it apart. His gaze is sometimes sober, sometimes chaotic, sometimes sad and unspeakable, sometimes furious, and when he is crazy, he suddenly hears thunder in his ears.

"Eang!"

The sound of the donkey shouting was like the thunder of empowerment! The big gray who had forgotten his background returned to the battle formation, and when he appeared on the stage, there was a roar of applause.

Juxtaposed with Ying Long Jiuyin, the roar of Kui Shen Spring!

Unless it has gone through a thousand sacrifices, there is no living being that is not affected by the roar of spring, and the difference is only in severity. These ghosts are all summoned on the spot, to put it bluntly, they are some bitter ghosts who can't enter reincarnation, although fierce and evil, how can they not be affected by spring?

Hugh said that they had not been tempered by the Kun Ming Sacrifice, Hugh said that there was a dumb aunt holding the ghost mother king ring, and Hugh said that there was also the Thirteen Lang to use the meaning of red dust as a supplement, but without these, these ghosts were so simple that the mentally handicapped mind could not distinguish the temptation of the roar of the gods.

Obsession? What obsession is more tempting than the growth of life? What other person's obsession is stronger than these ghosts?

Do you remember that the Surabaya River broke off with a drink, and the big gray with a strength that was not too complete at the sixth level, created a killing game that wiped out the entire fleet. Compared to that scene, what is the ghost summoned by a mere overhaul?

Sort of a fart!

Brother Gray has been reborn, and he is powerful, vote!

(To be continued......)