The Qiushui Holy Sword carried a purple glow, turned into an afterimage, and plunged into Taizun's abdomen at an unimaginable speed. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info But Taizun is really strong, and after the tip of the sword is poured in, it can no longer be inched, as if it is caught in steel.

Day, this old monster is really perverted, and at this time, it is still so strong.

Ling Huan was dumbfounded in an instant, gritting his teeth, the sea of souls shook violently, his cultivation rose to the sky, and he put away the magic qin, but the whole person jumped up at the same time, as fast as lightning, and when it was approaching, he raised his foot and kicked the hilt of the sword fiercely.

This sword was originally transformed by the Holy Soul Power, and although it had become Ling Huan's Horcrux, it could not exert its extreme strength, let alone blast it. At this point, Ling Huan had no reservations, put all his cultivation on this foot, and vowed to penetrate Taizun's body.

Blocked by the holy sword like this, Taizun's forward momentum was stunned, and the blows of Yin Youmei and Cui Laowei also followed, rolling, and hit Taizun's body with a bang.

Yin Youmei's soul-chasing death is the elusive soft sword. Her cultivation was much more advanced than Ling Huan after all, although the loss of soul power was huge, but this blow still pierced Taizun's body up to the hilt of the sword.

Cui Lao Wei's soul chasing is a big knife word, and when it hits Taizun, it turns into a sharp long knife and inserts it into Taizun's back. However, this knife is only halfway in, and he can't get an inch, after all, his cultivation is only a soul venerable.

Ling Huan's kick hit the hilt of the sword, and under the force, the sword entered half a sword, and it was blocked again, and it did not enter at all.

Taizun here, the three waves of blows before and after, as if he was contemptuous to disdain, his body trembled one after another, his eyes showed a strange blood, with a strange light on his face, he grabbed Ling Huan's placket, smiled treacherously, and said in a hoarse voice: "Remnant blood steals souls-"

As soon as the voice rang out, his eyes immediately emitted a dazzling blood. This blood glow was like substance, like a practice, and it fled towards Ling Huan's eyes, as if it was about to merge in.

"Ling Huan closed his eyes......" Yin Youmei rushed over, his blue eyes showed a look of horror, and he trembled to warn.

She rushed behind Taizun, her eyes deep, condensing the color of madness, grasping the hilt of her sword, slashing vertically, trying to cut the Taizun in half. Just now, Taizun, when she used the Residual Blood Dafa, she had a feeling of déjà vu.

Seeing this scene at this time, she immediately understood that due to the remnant blood soul snatching technique, Sect Leader Yin had used it on an enemy and robbed the enemy's cultivation. At that time, she only felt weird, but at this moment, when it was used on Ling Huan's body, she felt that it was extremely cruel.

When Cui Lao Wei heard this, his scalp tightened suddenly, he knew the Dafa of residual blood, but he had never heard of the remnant blood soul snatching. But as soon as he heard the word soul-snatching, he knew how cruel it was, and his heart was so heavy that one heart almost jumped out of his throat.

He didn't hesitate much, his cultivation broke out in full force, and he pounced on Taizun, like a hail of soul power spells, and poured frantically towards Taizun, as if he was going to smash Taizun into pulp before he would stop.

Taizun's eyes showed joy, and he was even more crazy, biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, and directly spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and the blood mist instantly condensed into a blood-colored human form, Huo Ran was another self. But it was very sluggish, and it looked old, and it was even more shriveled.

This blood-colored doppelganger Huo Ran spoke, and his voice was sensitive, like the howl of nine ghostly ghosts, hideous and terrifying, word by word: "Phantom body-"

It turned out that the body of the deity, in an instant, under this sound, shriveled up strangely, quickly shriveled, as if it was a dry corpse, by Yin Youmei and Cui Lao Wei, under the crazy joint attack, directly collapsed, when it collapsed, there was a strange energy into the blood-colored phantom body, as if life was transferred to the tree.

Yin Youmei and Cui Lao Wei were shocked, they had never seen such a strange thing, and they felt even more creepy, and they had nowhere to start. But they understood that this was what Taizun had to offer, and with a crazy blow, Ling Huan was there, and they were powerless to return to the sky.

Yin Youmei's warning was too late, and when her voice reached Ling Huan's ears, the strange dazzling blood had already escaped into Ling Huan's eyes. Ling Huan only felt a sharp pain in his eyes, as if he had been pierced into his pupils by a sharp object.

Then his brain buzzed, and his eyes went black as if he had been struck by lightning, and the terrifying blood had appeared directly in his soul sea, like a tornado, sweeping everything in the soul sea, as if he wanted to "pack" the horcruxes and purple souls away, and even devoured them.

This is the weirdest and most dangerous blow that Ling Huan has encountered since he came to this world. Under the power of this bloody ray, everything in the sea of souls seemed to be unable to resist at all, and even more like being anesthetized, without the slightest reaction, even the purple soul did not move.

What kind of demon is this, it's just terrifying. Ling Huan's face distorted, revealing a look of pain and struggle, but he sadly found that his cultivation, his body, and everything about himself seemed to be imprisoned, unable to move a bit.

"Hey...... You can be unwilling, but it doesn't matter, the old man is used to taking souls, the old man just wants you to be unwilling, to be afraid, to want ......everything in your soul sea" That blood, in Ling Huan's soul sea, when Sen Sen spoke, transformed into an old face, this face belongs to Taizun, not Bei'an Pingju.

But as soon as this old face appeared, before he finished speaking, he suddenly gasped, revealing a stunned look, and then was replaced by ecstasy, and laughed wildly: "Hiss...... I didn't expect that there are so many secrets in your soul sea, even the super saint doesn't have it.

"Ho ho ...... Old man, old man has picked up a peerless treasure. Ling Huan, you have actually reached the level of immortal golden body. When the old man devours all of you, the old man will be, beyond the existence of the super-saint, ho ho ......" He was already surprised, and his words were incoherent.

He never thought that Ling Huan, a little soul being, was so strange that he could sit on the three major temples, countless amazing horcruxes, perfect purple souls, and his soul power was as vast as the sea, which was something that ordinary monks could have, not even a super saint. Such a shocking scene made him not ecstatic.

When his ecstatic mood calmed down a little, he was stunned to find that Ling Huan had no reaction to himself here, and he couldn't help but suddenly loosen some of the prohibitions a little, so that Ling Huan could have a trace of thought and beg for mercy from him.

Such a beautiful thing, if he couldn't get Ling Huan's response, it would be even more uncomfortable for him than walking at night in brocade. He wants to show off, he wants to watch Ling Huan be frightened and beg to death, so that he can raise his eyebrows, so that he can get greater pleasure.

"Taizun, Lao Tzu's soul sea is as vast as the sea, don't you think, you don't deserve to have the soul path temple, don't you think, you can't control all this, will be held to death. The purple soul opened his eyes in an instant, and the purple light flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly.

Taizun was furious, and the blood light rolled, instantly forming a cage, enveloping everything in the soul sea, like a sky-swallowing troll, swallowing the world in one bite.

Immediately, his expression showed cruelty, and he was even more arrogant, and when he laughed wildly, Sen Sen spoke: "Ho ho...... Here and now, the old man is the sky, if you want to be born, you can leave a trace of residual thoughts, linger for a while, and watch the old man surpass the holy realm and crush everything with his edge.

"If the old man wants you to die, it's just a thought. Yes, Ling Huan, you are indeed strange, you have truly fused with the soul man, if you are allowed to develop, you will definitely be able to achieve the Holy Edge and crush the sky. But that was once, and at this moment, the old man will replace you. ”

What is that, it can't be here.

Ling Huan was calm, the purple soul was here, but the purple electric vertical eyes suddenly opened, and there was a strange light in it, and he said indifferently: "The way of the Confucian soul is broad and profound, and the points and horizontal bends and hooks are all the inheritance of the dragon, how can you be a clown like a ghost, you can peep into ?......"

The voice of the purple soul, with a heroic righteousness, with the momentum of the sky, this momentum rose to the sky, as if it wanted to break through the cage and tear apart the blood of the Taizun.

When Taizun was dumbfounded, the magic qin appeared in an instant, the purple soul flicked his hands, and the sound of the zhengzheng qin suddenly sounded, this qin sound was like "Sword Heart", emitting a purple sword light, purple mang, turning into a flying sword with musical notes, rumbling and sweeping in all directions.

"The soul sealed in the stars wakes up the helplessness of the trance nightmare and unveils the vein of fate...... The persistent heart will not change, which is in charge of the mulberry field, which is in charge of the sea, and the sound of the piano is dashing...... The loneliness of the lyre with a cold blade ......"

The sound of "Sword Heart" was like a storm, when it rose in the sky, it rolled and spread, and the blood-colored face could not be blocked, and it fell on Ling Huan's body in an instant, and then rolled away in all directions.

When the note appeared in the outside world, Taizun's blood-colored phantom body tightly grasped the placket, and at the center of Ling Huan's eyebrows, the hidden purple lightning flashed, and a strange force suddenly appeared, spreading out silently.

The Qiushui Holy Sword that fell to the ground in the distance suddenly trembled, as if there was an invisible big hand, holding it hard. When the purple light of the tip of the sword reappeared, the sword body was suddenly filled with killing intent, with the intent of destroying the sky, and slashed at Taizun's hands, and even slashed at the invisible between the eyes of the two, some kind of strange connection.

Yin Youmei and Cui Laowei, after defeating Taizun's body, were shocked to find that Taizun's blood-colored phantom body had completely controlled Ling Huan, Ling Huan instantly froze, his face showed a look of pain and struggle, and he understood that the situation was extremely critical.

The two of them were panicked, and they tried their best to separate the two. Taizun's blood-colored phantom body is very weird, as if it doesn't exist, and any means will pass through the body, and it won't hurt him at all.

Although Yin Youmei knew this strange secret technique, he didn't know the specific situation, let alone how to resolve it, and his heart sank directly to the bottom, as if the sky had collapsed.

Suddenly, her eyes, which were almost desperate, lit up suddenly, and there was a faint burst between heaven and earth, and the sound of the piano wafted in a majestic and righteous manner.

The sound of this piano is sonorous, and every note is like a peerless sword, containing the soul of "Sword Heart", the meaning of ecstasy, and it is emitting a monstrous, uncompromising and unyielding roar.

Ling Huan ...... When he stood up, I knew that he would never fall, he was a strange man who stood up to the sky. Yin Youmei screamed coquettishly, her eyes showed ecstasy, but the tears rolled down silently, and her body was even more happy, trembling slightly. (To be continued.) )