"Any tactic has a core, and the core of this battle is to lure the demons out of the fierce battle. What are you sure you can attract the demons?" asked Mei Shuai.

"I am the messenger of God. Jusanro replied.

"Get out!"

"You can understand that I have a way of impersonating the aura of the gods, if this answer makes you more comfortable. ”

"It's much more enjoyable, okay, it's important to attract the floating demon at the right time, it's too early, it's too late, it's not good, it's too early, it's not clear, it's too late, it's too coincidental, and the floating demon will be suspicious. If the demon is too strong, we can't deal with it, and if it's too weak, the angel won't dare to chase it when it's in front of it. Too urgent."

"Long-winded, can't you talk about the point?" Gongzi Yu said.

"After the heavy blow, when you are proud, you are in a stalemate. Mei Shuai said.

"What do you mean?" Gongzi Yu was stunned.

"Isn't it important?" Mei Shuai sneered.

Gongzi Yu was speechless.

"The heavy blow means that the demon has been badly damaged, and when it is proud, it means that it has the upper hand and the strongest confidence, and the stalemate is to make it pay a heavy price before leaving, and at the same time to deter the pursuing monks from following them. Thirteen Lang groaned and gave an explanation.

"That's right, the best result is that God can do something to cooperate. Mei Shuai's expression was a little embarrassed, but she still said it.

"Can you be arraigned?" Leng Yu interjected.

"No, you can't. Thirteen Lang replied categorically.

"Can't be summoned, will the divine envoy cooperate" Gongzi Yu was suspicious.

"Absolutely. Thirteen Lang nodded seriously: "Definitely." ”

Will it? Yes

The moment the big head sensed the aura of the divine envoy, the three Split Sand Monks also felt abnormal, the source of which came from the divine envoy, from the divine radiance that people loved and feared.

The fire adds oil, the axe adds brilliance, the wild waves must be aided by the hurricane, and the flames may pile up wood and firewood. At the same time, a strange liliang was injected into the bodies of the three of them, and the power of the supernatural power increased by three points.

Subtracting three points becomes adding three points. The difference is doubled!

"God makes a difference. Kill!"

The three of them are all old and sophisticated characters, how can they not guess cause and effect. In their eyes, this is clearly a sign that the divine envoy is under the coercion of the floating demons, and has no choice but to secretly help each other and try to escape.

Don't kill now, but when!

The supernatural powers were unfolded again, and the roar was earth-shattering. The pressure on the big head increases dramatically.

The strength of Zhu You's technique depends on the cultivation, and as for the feelings of the person who receives the technique, it only depends on what the mind of the god means. The big head can enhance the magic because of its origin, and it really makes the opponent suffer, but it can't sway the will of the clank, that is. Jingle Bell can help it hurt the enemy, or it can help the enemy hurt it, and it can also hurt two people, it all depends on what you think.

At that time, she was extremely proud and disdained to use Zhuyou Divine Technique on ordinary students, but her own suppression still existed. Even Yelian herself can't control it. Later, I met Thirteen Lang. After being frustrated, the Flower of Eternity put down its dignity and fought it with all its strength. However, what she didn't expect was that when the invincible Shenhui faced Thirteen Lang, the effect was completely different from what she imagined, almost equivalent to invalidation.

It wasn't until she entered the inner court and descended to the outer battlefields to fight against the aliens, and after countless verifications, she confirmed that Jushiro was a unique existence, and her mind was at ease.

Yanshan Ancestor, the veritable first person of Swallowtail, also deduced the identity of the Night Lotus because of the breath of Shenhui, and respected it;

The wonder of the gods and the power of the gods can be known from here

"You're incomplete, you're incomplete! How can you be incomplete!"

Sanxiu attacked frantically, Lu Lao Wei struggled desperately, the floating demon suffered heavy injuries one after another, roaring and urging again and again, but the big head seemed to have lost his soul, and he ignored it half-loudly.

What is the use of God's incompleteness? What should I do?

In a moment, countless images flashed through the big head's mind, and countless possible endings were deduced, none of which could satisfy him, no, it was simply unacceptable.

Bring a crippled divine envoy to the holy mountain, then how can you do it! Go first, and then come back after cultivating and recovering your strength, looking for the remaining half?

Where to find it!

At this time, he could feel that the aura of the divine envoy was hundreds of miles away, and it was moving away at an extremely fast speed;

The divine envoy Weishenme appeared and was sensed, this is a good explanation, if the divine envoy is not complete, it is innate to sense each other and have the desire to merge into one, of course, after perceiving this situation, the other party chose to leave also has an explanation, there is no reason to doubt.

In a hurry, in the desperate attack of three repairs and one soul, the big head faced a difficult choice, whether to chase it or not?

Chasing?

Of course you have to chase!

When the decision was made, the attacks of the three major monks arrived, and the huge body of the floating demon was already full of holes, and the area had shrunk from 10,000 meters to hundreds of meters, and it continued to weaken.

Another round of attacks was coming, and the three stone spirits pounced again, and the six mountain giant fists were raised high, as if they were about to break through the earth.

"Kill him!" the three cultivators who saw the dawn of victory roared in unison.

"Kill Ben General, you all deserve to die!" With a sense of grief and unwillingness, his big head roared violently.

"Thick soil, bury the sky!"

The sky is gone.

What is the day gone?

When there is no longer any up, down, left and right around, when the body does not feel any light and heat, yin and cold, when the five senses are no longer there, when the six senses are all gone, when the surroundings are no longer around, the sky will naturally disappear.

The sky is gone, and there is the earth, the boundless earth, the dark, thick, solid, crowded, oppressive earth.

This is the burial day, the thick earth burial day!

People who are buried by the earth need to face endless pressure from the top of their heads and feet, from all directions, and even from inside and outside the body; how can the stone spirits and stone spirits buried by the earth originate from the earth, so how can they fight against their own origin?

If the eye can penetrate, it can be seen at this time. The three huge stone spirits maintained a fist-swinging posture. But the body froze in the air, slowly lying down, turning to ashes, and returning to the ruins.

Dust to dust, earth to earth, from where to and from, the stone spirit could not even maintain the grains of sand, and turned into the tiniest of mud at a slow and resolute speed.

Returning to the dust and ruins, accompanied by three sad hisses.

"Ahh

The three Broken Sand Monks spurted blood in unison. The body of the great cultivator, who was the weakest cultivator and the most affectionate to the earth, collapsed directly, and the primordial spirit kept changing shape as if being rubbed by countless hands, and finally reached the limit

Boom!

It's like a balloon that has been popped by an external force.

Following in his footsteps, another monk's body collapsed, and the primordial spirit struggled and was on the verge of collapse. The tall old man who cultivated to be the strongest barely maintained. The body is like a blood bag pierced by tens of millions of sharp thorns, bright red like fire.

The fear of falling permeated his heart, and the tall old man couldn't move, so he could only use the Yuan Shen to urge his cultivation, forcing every bit of his potential and every bit of essence to come out, and he had to insist on death.

He saw the fate of those monks in his eyes, and he couldn't fall into the hands of the floating demons no matter what; Bones are shattered. The body is like dough, and the heart is constantly dripping blood.

"What's the bother. What a pain, what a pain!"

As everyone knows, the big head at this moment is the same as Elder Split, and his heart is constantly wailing.

"What's the pain, what's the pain, what the pain is!"

"Damn slaves of sin, all deserve to die! Damn God, why bother, what a pain!"

Unlike the previous battle with the Four Great Avatars, this encounter, the big head had no external force to borrow, not to mention the best efforts, the losses were even more unbearable, enough to make him vomit three liters of blood.

It is not bad to absorb the talents of the three monks, but most of their flesh and blood essence was consumed in this battle, the floating demon itself was seriously injured, the big head and jaw were broken, and three were ornaments, which can be described as miserable.

What about the harvest? It's zero! It's zero!

Refining is different from killing, if you can't expand the River Styx to encapsulate the monk completely, how can you absorb its Dao Origin? If you can't refine, the big head will only get the inheritance of a few people

It's rich, but you can't use it

Its magical power comes from the body, and the whole body is full of magic weapons, but it has nothing to do with genuine magic weapons, so it can only look at it greedily.

These are nothing, what really makes the head hurt to the bone marrow is that the divine envoy is actually a defective product!

Weishenme didn't say it earlier, weishenme didn't let Ben know earlier, weishenme, this is weishenme!

With a wounded heart, dragging the broken body of the floating demon, pulling the giggling jingle, the big head rose to the sky, ignoring the rest of the people and souls, and quickly pursued.

The art of burying the sky, after it is cast, it can't even control itself, so it can only wait for it to fail.

But it can't afford to wait.

Although the result is expected, although it only needs to wait for a while, it can gain two more avatars to make up for it, at least one soul. With him or them, the big head can make the injury heal quickly, and it will be stronger in the past.

Wait a few more moments and the oracle will be gone!

The dust gradually fell, the starlight appeared again, and a blood mist was fixed in the yellow sand, slowly revealing his figure.

After supporting it for so long, the tall old man still couldn't keep his body, only the Yuan Shen was left and languished, and his eyes were full of confusion and doubt.

In the distant sky, the figure of the floating golem like a tree like a cloud and like the wind quickly disappeared, sprinkling resentment along the way. The tall old man looked around, puzzled.

"weishenme?weishenme, will it let the old man go?

His body trembled violently, and Elder Split Sand thought of the possibility that frightened him the most: the chasing soldiers are coming!

Needless to say, it must have been the Floating Demon who found that the monks of other races had arrived, and they didn't even have time to collect the fruits of victory and left in a hurry, just trying to get away and leave.

"Unexpectedly, the old man is not even as good as a monster in his life. The Cracked Sands!"

(To be continued......)