"Bai Changsheng..."

Mu Canghai repeated the name, feeling a little unfamiliar.

He saw that Bai Changsheng was just watching the Heavenly Tribulation, and he didn't have any killing intent on his body, so he didn't worry too much, but his divine sense occasionally paid attention to that handsome man, and he still left all his attention on Zimo, who had gradually stopped falling.

"Isn't this kid about to enter the spirit infant stage?"

Mu Canghai didn't pay attention to his words, he didn't say that he had entered the Four-Tails Realm, but said the name of a human race's realm.

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji was noncommittal, and she didn't care about this matter, she said softly, "Almost, what is missing is only the vitality, but in this situation, how can he get the vitality of heaven and earth, he is already in a state of half-death." ”

When the non-poisonous robbery wanted to give Zimo a devastating blow, the eight flying swords in his body flew out one by one, hovering around Zimo, they wanted to protect the master! At this time, the only thing that can never leave Zimo is these eight natal magic weapons, which looks a little bleak.

Suddenly, a little girl dressed in purple clothes and like a porcelain doll appeared very abruptly beside Zimo, the little girl looked at Zimo deeply, and seemed to be a little angry, she looked at the remaining seven flying swords, and said, "These seven guys still don't have spiritual intelligence, and they still want me to contribute." ”

After speaking, the little girl in purple clothes crossed her hands on her waist, as if she wanted to vent the dissatisfaction in her heart, and said in a milky voice, "I didn't want to come out, but you are going to die, I shouldn't have promised the old man Bai to protect you, I finally woke up, now it's good, I'm going to fall asleep again after saving you, I really don't like to sleep, I've slept long enough, I want to play in this world of flowers." ”

She stretched out her white chubby feet and kicked on Zimo's body, and actually made a sword sound, "You kid wake up, you have to remember the good of this girl, I can't sleep for you, you have to wake me up early, otherwise I won't care about you..."

The more the little girl thought about it, the more angry she became, pointing to the remaining seven flying swords, with a look of lamenting her misfortune and anger, "There are also seven of you, all of them are older than me, and you can't count on them at critical times, and you have to rely on me, it's really not ashamed to be a lot old, when you wake up, you must remember to give this girl a good food and drink, otherwise we won't be finished." ”

After saying this, seeing the other seven flying swords begging for mercy aggrievedly, the little girl seemed to feel better, she grinned, and said in an old-fashioned manner, "Okay, okay, this girl is not a stingy person, don't worry, I will save him." ”

As soon as the words fell, the little girl in purple clothes had a solemn face, she opened her small mouth and sucked it downward, and then a small whirlpool was formed around her.

This whirlpool was only the size of her small mouth at first, but in the blink of an eye, the whirlpool was several zhang in size, and a terrifying suction force came, and the surrounding mountains and rocks, grass and trees, spirit animals, everything, seemed to have a green breath flying out, flying towards the little girl.

The green breath increased from one, to two, then three, then four... In the end, there were tens of thousands of them flying towards the little purple girl.

What is terrifying is that all living beings within a radius of hundreds of zhang are motionless, whether animals, mortals, or monks, all of them have lost their vitality.

Only a few people who were extremely advanced in cultivation sensed that terrifying suction in advance, and fled to a place hundreds of zhang away that was not affected.

Mu Canghai's face showed a palpitating look, and his voice was dry, "Sword Spirit!" ”

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji seemed to have expected it, but despite this, her beautiful face was also shocked, "There is already a mature body sword spirit with thousands of years of spiritual intelligence, and the ability of this sword spirit is so terrifying, it can extract the vitality and essence blood of living beings. ”

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Mu Canghai said in a deep voice, "Yes, it seems that this kid has a deep fortune, this time he may have turned the danger into a disaster, and with so much vitality, he will definitely be able to break through to the spirit infancy stage." ”

The little girl in purple clothes is naturally transformed by the sword of death and lifelessness, and because it has been following Bai Yunji, it has the earliest spiritual wisdom, and finally appeared when Zimo was alive and dead.

When those vitality were continuously sucked into her abdomen, and injected into Zimo's body through herself, Zimo's body, which was originally leaking around, was replenished with enough vitality and essence blood, and it only took a few breaths to fill up, and the spirit baby in Zimo's body with the body of the Flame Bead was finally formed.

When the non-poisonous tribulation was about to fall on him, a black spirit infant who looked nine points similar to Zimo but was countless times smaller opened his eyes almost at the same time as Zimo.

Zimo's pupils showed a red and black color, his face was full of violence, and the killing sword fell into his hand as soon as his mind moved, and the two eyes at the hilt of the sword slowly opened, "I said, if you want me to die, you are not qualified enough." ”

He held the killing sword tightly with both hands, and a feeling that was dozens of times stronger than before came, and he shouted, "Sumeru mustard slash!" ”

At this moment, Zimo was like an incarnation of Shura, and used the killing sword to cast a spell that should have been performed by the Sumeru mustard sword, and a sword qi about three feet wide flew out from the killing sword, and the moment it flew out, it turned into a few zhang in mid-air, and slashed towards the heavenly tribulation above his head.

The Heavenly Tribulation is insignificant compared to the sword qi emitted by the Sumeru mustard seed at this moment, but no matter how inconspicuous it is, it is also a Heavenly Tribulation.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering loud bang came, and Zimo's body was like a fallen leaf, and it was only after retreating more than a hundred zhang that it could be stopped, and the power of the Heavenly Tribulation also disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Zimo's cultivation was actually improving at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, because those Heavenly Tribulations that had been shattered by him turned into huge vitality and injected into his body, from just entering the spirit infant stage to directly stepping into the peak of the early stage of the spirit infant.

The so-called catastrophe will not die, there will be a blessing, the so-called negative pole Tailai, the so-called heavenly thunder irrigation, should be this situation.

Zimo stretched out his right thumb to wipe away a wisp of blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cold, and the murderous intent in his body was like substance.

He pointed at the sky with a sword in one hand, and he laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, I said, you can't kill me, you can't kill me, it will eventually make me stronger, next time I don't need you to come down, I will go up and find you, I want to see what you are, and why did you send a catastrophe to punish me!" ”

Without looking at the next wave of heavenly tribulation that had begun to brew above his head, Zimo looked at the bleak sword of death and lifelessness, with a gentle and guilty look on his face, "After all, I can't stand you, but I will wake you up, whether it is ten years, a hundred years, or the year before last, this is my promise to you, accompany me when the time comes, and poke a hole in the firmament of this cultivation realm." ”

The purple light of the dead and lifeless sword flew into Zimo's body in a flash, and he lay quietly next to the black spirit baby, as if he was quietly waiting for the day when Zimo fulfilled his promise.

It seems that Zimo was not killed this time, and the Heavenly Tribulation finally moved to true anger, and actually rained down two at once, namely cyan and blue, and these two Heavenly Tribulations are called Bird Yin and Swallowing Thief.

When the two heavenly tribulations fall, they are entangled with each other and merge with each other, if they are not heavenly tribulations, they must have a different kind of beauty, like two martyred lovers who depend on each other for life and death.

But this situation just makes people's scalp tingle, and the power of the two heavenly tribulations is superimposed on each other, not as simple as twice the power, but more than four times!

Zimo was not passively beaten this time, he was ready to take the initiative, he wanted to meet the catastrophe!

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Welcoming the catastrophe is also the catastrophe!

Zimo held the killing sword in his hand, and his whole person turned into a black streamer, and the remaining six flying swords followed closely, rushing towards the heavenly tribulation above his head.

From a distance, it can be seen that in the sky, a black figure is indomitable, and a blue electric light is overflowing, and the two collide together after a few breaths of time.

A brilliant light illuminated the gray sky, and finally the black figure was a kite with a broken string slowly falling, and the blue-blue electric light was only the thickness of a thumb, and the power was only one-third of the initial one, but it had not dissipated after all, and it still fell towards the figure.

The black figure trembled in the air, and the blue-blue electric light penetrated into his body, frantically destroying his newly repaired body, like an appendage.

Patches of blood spilled from the air and scattered in all directions with the wind.

However, the Heavenly Tribulation that was destroying Zimo's body suddenly stopped moving, and there was a momentary pause, as if they were thinking, and they seemed to be afraid, they were not afraid of the spirit babies in Zimo's body, but the five new little guys.

The five little ones were all green, like five palm-sized moths, and they were the ghosts!

The Ghost Spirit Sons obviously didn't know the Heavenly Tribulation, and they felt a threat from the Heavenly Tribulation, but they actually had a longing for the Heavenly Tribulation, as if the Heavenly Tribulation was a delicacy that could be encountered but not sought for their growth.

The two started a confrontation in Zimo's body, and they seemed to know each other's bad feelings, so they didn't act rashly for a while.

Zuo Ling's ghost Ji who was hundreds of zhang away showed a different color in her eyes, she turned her face sideways to look at Mu Canghai, groaned slightly, and asked tentatively, "Old guy, is there any ghost or yin thing on that kid, or a mutated thing that combines the two." ”

Mu Canghai was very dissatisfied with Zuo Ling's title of ghost concubine, he rolled his eyes, and the voice seemed to come from his nose, "I don't know!" ”

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji had already expected Mu Canghai's reaction, her slender eyebrows raised, and she muttered secretly, "If it is a simple ghost or yin thing, it must be very afraid of the existence of the Heavenly Tribulation, which is the most rigid and yang of time, but why do I always feel that the things in this kid's body are not simple ghosts or yin things, but have a familiar feeling, as if I have heard of this kind of thing in my lost memory, what is it..."

Zuo Ling Ghost Ji took out his rusty bow at some point, sat on it, held his chin and frowned in thought.

Mu Canghai also had some understanding of this strange woman, and didn't ask anything, just frowned and looked at Zimo in the sky.

For a moment, there was silence.

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