Jiang Xuehan patted his ass and stood up, he pouted in the direction of Zimo, "When the old bastard died, the twilight insect also disappeared, after all, it was his relic, and it was also what was promised to me, so I took it upon myself and searched for it, but I didn't find it for a long time, and finally came back to the taste, when the twilight insect disappeared, only this kid was present, and I guessed that he got it." ”

Night Stalker pondered for a moment and wondered, "Why did you know that kid got it, and not in the hands of a few other people?" ”

Jiang Xuehan pursed his lips, looking at the night owl like an idiot, until he saw him uncomfortable and was about to go crazy, and then said quietly, "I didn't tell you, guess!" ”

The night owl was angry, snorted coldly, and did not speak.

"Hehe, teasing you, what do you think, if the Twilight Worm is obtained by a few people, it will definitely not be those two Spirit Fox servants, and they don't have the guts, the only thing left may be that Mu Canghai and Bai Yuyi, no matter which of them is, with Zuo Ling's induction ability, she will definitely be able to perceive it, so attracting her this time is a sure deal."

Jiang Xuehan stuffed the wine jug into the clothes on his chest, wiped his hands on his body, and said proudly.

The night owl remained silent, his eyes wandering.

The two looked at Zimo standing tall in the sky in the distance and was silent for a long time, as if they were waiting and looking forward to it.

After the small half-burnt incense, the night owl's voice was hoarse, "It's coming!" ”

"The last two thunder tribulations should be the corpse dog and the Fu Ya, which are bound to be the two strongest thunder tribulations, I don't know how this kid will survive."

Jiang Xuehan put away her hippie smile and said solemnly.

"Even if he can't make it, someone will help, although I don't know why."

The night owl turned his face sideways to look at the top of the extremely distant mountain, looked at the handsome man named Bai Changsheng, and said in a deep voice.

When he saw what Bai Changsheng had done before, he was very puzzled, he didn't feel the slightest killing intent in his body, but it seemed to be heading towards the thunderstorm, which made him puzzled, and he didn't understand why the Immortal King would save a white feather coat from 10,000 years ago.

Jiang Xuehan frowned, then scratched his messy hair, grinned, and was silent.

I saw that in the sky, the clouds began to converge, and lightning covered the sky, and the entire sky seemed to have turned into a sea of thunder.

Suddenly, the lightning slowly moved to the sides, making way for a path in the middle, as if to greet their leader.

I saw two huge bolts of lightning, one black and one purple, as thick as a waist, poke their heads out of the sky, and then began to swim like a dragon out of the sea.

In the stunned eyes of several people around them, those two lightning bolts actually turned into two dragon-shaped lightning bolts with two horns.

Among them, the black lightning flew out first, opening its huge mouth and sending out a black thunderball the size of a skull and falling towards Zimo.

Then came the second, third, and fourth, and the entire sky was filled with thunderballs, flashing with bursts of thunder and falling down.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Zimo's mouth, and he shouted, "Nine Heavens Prison Yan Sword Formation, slash!" ”

With the cultivation of the middle stage of the spirit infant, the power of the Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation is naturally incomparable, the sound of Zilazila electric power came, and the space above Zimo was directly destroyed, and the space filled with thunderballs was cut out by Zimo Shengsheng.

Seven flying swords opened the way, Zimo's body turned into a white light and disappeared in a flash, killing towards the two thunder dragons, when there was still a distance of dozens of zhang from the two thunder dragons, the road that was cut off was filled with black thunder balls again, like a thunder cage, trying to trap Zimo.

Zimo held the killing sword in his hand

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, the vitality of his whole body turned, and he looked crazy, "Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation, kill!" ”

He wants to forcibly use the word "kill"!

The "stroke" word trick that should have been able to be used in the Tongxuan realm was unleashed by Zimo with the cultivation of the middle stage of the spirit infant, and the vitality of his body was discharged like a low tide, and the killing sword also came out of his hand, and the seven flying swords even had seven afterimages, tearing the thunder cage at an extremely terrifying speed.

The word "kill" is the only group attack and killing technique in the Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Array, and even if you face more enemies, your power will not be reduced by a few points.

Under the incredible lethality of the seven flying swords, the black thunderballs shattered violently, turning into thunder in the sky and gradually dissipating.

Zimo's expression was ruthless, and he took off the jade pendant given to him by his master Baili Chunqiu from his waist, and the jade pendant was under the control of Zimo's mind, and a white sword qi rushed out.

The white sword qi even let out a scream that pierced the sky, and directly slashed at the black thunder dragon, and the body of the thunder dragon slowly faded in the continuous reorganization and fragmentation.

At this time, the purple thunder dragon finally made a move, and his target was not Zimo, but the black thunder dragon that was about to dissipate.

The purple thunder dragon opened its mouth towards the black thunder dragon and sucked its black thunder power directly into its abdomen, and black runes appeared on the thunder dragon, which was originally full of purple light, and the ancient runes kept flashing, and the momentum of the purple thunder dragon was stronger than the two thunder dragons combined, and the body had more than doubled.

The purple thunder dragon seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, shaking its head and tail very excitedly.

It roared in the sky, and the thunder in the sea of clouds in the sky cheered and surged towards him.

Then it turned its head and spat out a purple thunderbolt at Zimo, a thunderbolt as thick as a millstone with a devastating aura.

Zimo's face was ugly, his eyes flashed red, he took back the flying sword, and then in a flash of thought, the last sword qi left by his master Baili Chunqiu flew out.

The last sword qi was not as powerful as the previous two sword qi, and it was only the length of an arm, which was even smaller compared to the thunder dragon above his head, like an earthworm, but the momentum exuded was extremely powerful.

The terrifying aura on this sword qi made Zimo's heart tremble even more than the previous two sword qi, and Zimo felt a power of essence blood from above.

Zimo's cold face showed a complicated look, no wonder the master turned pale after leaving him with sword qi, it turned out to be like this.

The master actually consumed a drop of essence blood for him, the precious essence blood of a peak cultivator in the early stage of the Shattered Realm.

As the cultivation becomes higher and higher, the essence blood will become more and more refined, and correspondingly there will be less and less.

Therefore, it is not a last resort, the Shattered Realm cultivators are not willing to waste their essence blood easily, and the replenishment of essence blood is too difficult and too difficult!

He didn't know how long it would take for the master to replenish this drop of essence blood, but he remembered it in his heart, and the master had done enough for him, an apprentice.

Bai Changsheng, the handsome man with a spear in his hand, saw these two sword qis, and his expression on his face was equally complicated, with envy, relief, and more pain.

He stroked the red spear in his hand and muttered, "Master..."

Then he clenched the spear, his eyes were bright, and his slender figure rose from the ground, and in the moment when the earth under his feet shattered, he turned into a rising star and rushed towards the thunder dragon, like a long rainbow through the sun, and like a spear fairy coming to the world.

He may not be able to turn back, he may be distraught, he may die, but he is not afraid and does not regret it!

Because the one who fought against the Tribulation alone was him

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Little junior brother!

White immortality is also yin immortality!

The peerless genius of the Sword Sect of the Cang Annihilation Continent is immortal!

The last sword qi of Baili Spring and Autumn swept out, and with a terrifying killing intent fell on the electric light of the purple thunder dragon, the purple thunder dragon's body shape was purple and black alternately, and the runes were constantly changing, resisting this essence blood sword qi.

That purple thunder light gradually thinned, and its momentum gradually weakened, until it finally turned into a trace of thunder light and dissipated in front of Zimo's eyes, merging into his body.

This is his last hole card, if this does not destroy the Brontosaurus, what awaits him is also the fate of destruction.

Many times there is no perfect ending in the world, such as the current Zimo.

Although the body of the brontosaurus became much lighter, but after all, it did not dissipate, the purple brontosaurus's abdomen surged, like a python swallowing its prey and then slowly spitting out, and a purple-black electric light that was thicker than before spit out from its mouth, and blasted down towards Zimo, who had run out of oil.

Zimo didn't want to sit still, the last thing he could do was to burn his soul, even if he died, he would die with the thunder dragon in front of him.

As a monk, even if he dies, he must be valuable, and he must be remembered by this cold cultivation world, remembering that he Zimo has come.

Zimo's momentum soared, and he wanted to burn his soul, but a burst of exclamations in the distance was mixed with a roar.

"What is he going to do!"

Mu Canghai looked at the Changhong and couldn't help but say, entering the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation at this time, even he Mu Canghai would not dare, because he would inevitably suffer a heavy blow.

"He wants to bear the last catastrophe for Zimo!"

Zuo Ling's ghost Ji looked rare solemn and incredulous, and said quietly.

"I said he was going to make a move!"

The dull voice of the night owl came, and his figure gradually condensed and emerged, turning into a bald man with a height of two meters.

"There are strange things every year, especially this year, first the kid in the white feather coat broke the mirror one after another, and now the ruthless and ruthless immortal king of the fox world today will actually save an irrelevant person, damn it, exciting!"

Jiang Xuehan spat rudely and grinned.

At this time, Zimo stopped the action of burning his soul, and involuntarily looked at the white figure, a strange and familiar figure, dressed in white, like an immortal, one person and one shot passed over him, facing the catastrophe that should have destroyed him.

The man glanced at him the moment he passed Zimo, with relief and reluctance in his eyes.

Zimo muttered to himself and said softly, "Who are you and why?" ”

Why? This is the second time Zimo has said that the first time is that Bai Nianqing died for him, and the second time is this irrelevant handsome man.

The man smiled slightly, did not speak, and then rushed towards the thunder tribulation that did not belong to him without hesitation, in order to break through the repulsive power of the thunder tribulation, his eyes were already covered in blood.

In fact, he also wanted to ask in his heart, why?

It's just that why this is not a rhetorical question, but like a self-question, why?

Yes and why.

Because I am your senior brother, you are my junior brother, and that's why!

Is there a more natural answer than this?

The handsome man in white laughed wildly, and the laughter shook all directions.

Dressed in white and with a spear, he rushed forward.

My monks can be so chic!

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