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Although his head turned into a wolf's head and his hands turned into beast claws, Xishanlang still stood upright. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info's half-human, half-wolf form is the form that can best exert his combat power, and it also means that he is about to go all out.

At the same time, the true gang and divine consciousness in Xu Yiyang's body surged wildly, and they were instantly poured into the sword box. Turning around suddenly, Xu Yiyang looked behind him, and his face suddenly showed surprise.

Just behind them, the countless thick stone pillars were trembling wildly! At the moment when Xu Yiyang turned around, endless cracks appeared on those stone pillars, and I don't know how many broken stones fell, making a crisp sound.

These sounds are like a downpour, and they are endless.

Xu Yiyang took a deep breath, he really didn't understand, his group was careful enough, but where did they trigger the trap? Looking at this kind of momentum, it was a little strange - the palace built with huge stones was tall and majestic, and if it collapsed, it would naturally be very amazing. But for mortals, is it a catastrophe that has changed monks...... What's the difference with a drizzle?

Suddenly, Xu Yiyang's hairs stood on end, and a boundless tyrannical and bloodthirsty intent suddenly erupted from those stone pillars.

This...... Xu Yiyang did not hesitate, and slapped the sword box with his backhand: "Unsheathed!"

The three flying swords suddenly shot out and strangled towards the nearest stone pillar.

The sword light is like a rainbow, no matter how thick the stone pillar is, it is also a fragile mess in front of the monk's flying sword. But at the moment when the stone pillar shattered into countless gravels, Xu Yiyang also felt that his flying sword was slashed on the steel.

A jet-black mist rose in an instant, and countless mournful cries suddenly echoed throughout the hall.

Xu Yiyang was stunned to see that the stone pillar that he was strangling with his flying sword suddenly collapsed, but hundreds of black shadows flew out of it in an instant. These black shadows were suspended in the air, and the green phosphorus fire was flickering and extinguishing.

The moment these black shadows appeared, all the stone pillars in the entire hall suddenly disintegrated into countless fist-sized gravels at the same time. The smoke and dust rose in an instant, and this kind of momentum was really terrifying! And even more terrifying, through the billowing smoke and dust, countless black shadows could be seen floating in the air.

Xu Yiyang took a deep breath, and the flying sword returned, only hovering in front of him. And Xishan Lang also has a solemn face, but he has never attacked easily.

Those black shadows did not attack, but let out a terrible howl in the air, as if they were suffering greatly.

Slowly the smoke and dust dissipated, Xu Yiyang condensed his gaze and looked at it, and suddenly his heart was broken.

Those black shadows are clearly a personal figure!

It's just that, if you look closely, these people's faces are pale, without any blood, and their eyes are also straight...... No, that one doesn't have eyeballs at all!

Xu Yiyang's heart suddenly moved, and it was completely cold-this is not a person, but a ...... Decedent!

These dead, surround them!

But Xu Yiyang was also keenly aware that although the deceased walked the world again, it was completely different from those undead creatures in the Hundred Battles Secret Realm.

Xu Yiyang, who had read countless classics, knew that such methods actually existed in the Demon Sect, and it was a method of refining the monk's body into a puppet. The clever means can even retain sixty percent of the monk's strength during his lifetime, plus he is not afraid of life and death, he doesn't care about injury, and he fights hard, which is quite difficult.

And these in front of me are puppets refined from the corpse of a monk, called - immortal puppets.

Could it be that this Ming Wang Sect is actually a lineage of the Demon Sect?

This is not the concern now, the most important thing now is to survive.

Xishan Lang took a deep breath: "Xu Zhangjiao, if you keep some strength, maybe you need to strike a shocking blow." ”

Xu Yiyang was slightly stunned, and then understood that Xishan Lang had taken a fancy to the terrifying power when he exploded with all his strength. If he fights with others to a stalemate stage, then Xu Yiyang's sudden outbreak is the best way to break the situation.

At that moment, Xu Yiyang nodded.

"Ka Luoming, Qing Xilin!" Xishan Lang's eyes began to flash with a cruel light, calling Ka Luoming and Qing Xilin, and also calling them by their names unceremoniously, "You wait for the strategy!"

All the arrangements made by Nishiyama Lang are to use himself as the main force of attack, which also means that he will face the greatest danger.

After the arrangement, Xishanlang took a step forward, while Xu Yiyang took a step back. At this time, it happened that Xishan Lang was at the front, and on both sides behind him, there were Ka Luoming and Qing Xilin, and Xu Yiyang was at the end.

At this time, the appearance of those black shadows was also clearly revealed, and the crazy tyrannical and vicious aura was not like the substance, but the real substance! The swirling scarlet mist in the black was the condensation of this tyrannical and resentful aura.

Xu Yiyang looked forward carefully, and suddenly felt as if he had been punched heavily.

At this moment, those black shadows slowly moved forward, forming an inward-engulfed semicircle, tightly surrounding Xu Yiyang and the other four. Xu Yiyang glanced at it casually, and saw a tall man opposite, but naked, naked, and naked! On his pale body, without any blood, there were countless scars, mottled and overlapped on everything.

The flesh that bloomed revealed the necrotic muscles inside...... Those wounds, like open mouths, are crying to the sky. One of this man's hands was a craggy white bone - but it was not the result of his decay after death. These undead puppets, once successfully refined, will not decay their skin, but they are completely different from undead creatures.

If you look closely at the white bone hand that Xu Yiyang saw, you can know that when the monk was still alive, he was forcibly cut off with a knife! When he looked closely, there were deep knife marks on the texture of every muscle, but when someone was torturing him, he inserted a knife into his body and cut it according to the contours of the muscles. Such means will not kill people, but the pain they bring is extremely terrible!

As for the other hand that was smashed into a bloody blur, it was nothing at all. A face was even more abused to the point that it was impossible to look like it, and its lips were cut off, revealing its white teeth. But the tongue in the mouth was cut into a long strip......

And that body is also shocking. Xu Yiyang saw that there were countless steel needles, which were still left on the body of this immortal puppet. These steel needles are as thick as a child's little finger, Xu Yiyang can see it clearly, and the location of the puncture is the human viscera......

What a vicious tactic this is! so painful...... Who can do such a trick?

When Xishan Lang saw the appearance of this immortal puppet, he couldn't help but feel stunned.

Xu Yiyang took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in his heart, but he couldn't help but turn his gaze.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, his heart suddenly trembled.

What a face that is!

Although it is gone, and even his eyes are blood-red, full of cruelty and resentment, even though he is now distorted, it still cannot hide the amazing beauty.

It was beautiful beyond words. Aside from the cruelty and resentment in his eyes, all that can be thought of by this face is the words ethereal, delicate, and natural. The long withered hair was scattered, but it still did not detract from its beauty......

But when you look down, whoever you are will be so angry that you want to tear!

The swan-like slender neck was covered with small wounds like fish scales. These wounds, opened hideously, like a mouth, telling what happened in the past.

Further down, there is a beautiful collarbone. It's just that no matter how beautiful the collarbone is, once it is locked by a thumb-thick chain, it will not be beautiful. Moreover, Xu Yiyang also saw that there were several finger-thick steel needles piercing through the female cultivator's shoulder, and judging its position, it was the joint of the shoulder.

On the chest, there is the perfectly shaped Virgin Peak, towering, firm, snow-white and tender. But even now, you can still see that there are countless criss-crossing whip marks on it, as well as bruises that have been vigorously pinched out. These are nothing, what makes the anger in the chest burn wildly, but countless slender steel needles that are a foot long actually pierce the most delicate place of women!

Xu Yiyang swept his eyes and found that hundreds of steel needles had been pierced in the female cultivator's chest......

In the face of such beauty, who is the person who can do it?

Xu Yiyang's face distorted, but he forced himself to continue to check.

On the slender body of the nun, there were rows of tiny wounds. Each wound was no more than an inch long, but it was so deep that even the muscles below were cut off and opened like a baby's mouth. One arm was twisted abruptly, and the palm and back of the hand were forcibly reversed. On the other hand, on the soft and white palm, the slender fingers were nailed into the bamboo skewers one by one......

Xu Yiyang tried his best to control himself and not let himself get angry. But when his eyes fell, he roared with a hiss that made him unable to bear it any longer.

The female cultivator's abdomen suddenly bulged up, but she was not pregnant-Xu Yiyang saw it clearly, and an iron rod as thick as an adult's arm stabbed into the female cultivator's lower body. The iron rod was bent at one end, but it was easy to see why the nun's abdomen was bulging.

Because the iron rod turned out to be hollow, I don't know what those demons of the Ming Wangzong poured into this poor woman's body.

Listening to Xu Yiyang's roar, looking at these guys in front of him who had been tortured unimaginably and finally refined into immortal puppets, Xishan Lang's eyes finally burned with raging anger.

Some things, even in the past billions of years, are intolerable!

"A bunch of brutes!" Xishan Lang shouted angrily, "Such cruel punishment and torture is just to make these undead puppets full of resentment...... As a monk, how do you do such a thing?"

Speaking of this, Xishanlang's face suddenly changed greatly.

He suddenly understood why this was so.