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At this moment, the countless spatial rifts released by Xishan Lang were tearing everything apart, and for a while, I don't know how many undead puppets had turned into pieces. www.biquge.info He is a monk who has returned from the spiritual realm, and now he is about to fall, so before he falls, he naturally wants to bloom with light and heat.

All, at the same moment that the leaves exploded, Xishan Lang regained his human form, and his hands were raised above his head - a black light, jumping and struggling in his hands!

Qing Xilin was just lying quietly at the moment - there were already dozens of more wounds on her body, although they were not fatal, but there were black flames burning on them. These resentful qi are frantically eroding Qing Xilin's sea of knowledge, and they want her to fall into the endless abyss.

Although he couldn't move, Qing Xilin's eyes had gradually blurred, and a cruel light was struggling.

At this moment, Xishan Lang suddenly froze his body and could no longer move. Qing Xilin also forgot all the pain, and just struggled to look up.

Right in front of them, a cloud of light suddenly exploded!

This brilliance is so clear in front of him, but no one can tell what kind of color it is, how it exploded. In everyone's sight, only the first ray of light when the heavens and the earth first opened, suddenly appeared at this moment.

This ball of light suddenly exploded, and it swept in all directions in an instant, but it gave people such a soft feeling. But Xu Yiyang found that when that leaf burst out, those black mist dissipated in an instant as if they had seen the dew of the scorching sun.

This is a struggle for the power of the soul. The undead puppets in this place were all refined by the ancient monks after being tortured in various ways, and their souls were tormented in pain, thus forming this thick fog. And half of the power of the Hundred Ghosts Night Cry is in this mist.

But Xu Yiyang's Divine Sense Giant Tree has another magical existence. This is the product of the monk's power and the harmony of heaven and earth. Once this kind of power explodes, it is not only the soul power of the monk, but also the will of heaven and earth.

Xu Yiyang never knew that the giant tree of divine consciousness in the sea of his consciousness was so magical.

When this force erupted and collided with the Hundred Ghosts Night Cry, how could manpower be the opponent of heaven and earth? Those black mist immediately dissipated.

Nishiyama Lang was regaining his human form at this moment, his hands raised above his head, as if he was holding up the black ball of light together. Suddenly, I saw a leaf suddenly appear in front of me, and then it exploded and swept away all the black mist, and I couldn't help but be stunned for an instant. However, after all, he was experienced in a hundred battles, and Xishan Lang immediately came back to his senses, and his hands suddenly waved down at the same time, and the black ball of light suddenly burst open, turning into countless stripes and shooting in all directions.

It's still a spatial rift!

After two big moves, after such a long ordeal, Xishanlang couldn't help but feel short of breath. This made him smile bitterly in his heart-no matter who it is, there is a limit! It's just that what kind of magic power did Xu Yiyang exert just now? If he had taken it out earlier......

However, Xishan Lang also knew that this was not Xu Yiyang's intention to hide his smuggling -- was there someone who hid his smuggling so much that he would also fall into death? It is estimated that Xu Yiyang does not know what he threw out, right?

If I had known earlier and cleared away this thick fog, maybe this would not have happened...... As soon as he thought of this, Xishan Lang saw that around him, there were dense immortal puppets.

Xishanlang sighed. Where is this Hundred Ghosts Crying at Night? It is clearly Ten Thousand Ghosts Crying at Night. How many immortal puppets are there in front of me? 10,000 or 20,000? I don't know!

Plus how many were killed in front of you? No one knows. But judging from the bloodstained ground, we know that we don't know how many monks have been tortured here, otherwise, how could the blood be soaked in those stone slabs?

How much blood does it take to do so?

How many people do you need to shed so much blood?

He didn't look back at all, he just looked intently at the stone door, and slowly clenched his hand into a fist. And as his hand grasped the fist, the crystal-like crystal clear space in front of him was also instantly distorted.

It was also at this moment that a cloud of blood-colored brilliance suddenly erupted from above the stone gate! As soon as this blood-colored brilliance appeared, it immediately expanded wildly -- those distorted spaces and wanton spatial rifts were unexpectedly unable to resist this blood-colored brilliance.

This is the first time in his life that he has seen something that can withstand the great space shattering supernatural power of a Mahayana monk!

You must know that this kind of supernatural power, even if it is a Mahayana monk, cannot be easily used. Ka Luoming is using such magical powers at this moment, and the consumption is so great that it is not at all what Xu Yiyang can imagine.

But even so, there is still no way to do this stone door......

The green tendons on Ka Luoming's head burst out instantly, but he didn't hesitate to open his mouth and squirt, and suddenly a mouthful of essence blood turned into a blood mist in the sky. This blood mist froze in the air, and in a flash, it all merged into Gallomin's body.

Garomin shouted angrily, and his hands formed a magic seal on his chest again, and then a ray of light condensed into an arrow and shot out. And that space also became crystal clear with the disappearance of the arrows.

Ka Luoming's side is competing with Shimen, and Xu Yiyang's side has also undergone new changes.

All the flying red clothes were released by Xu Yiyang in one go. These red insects rushed out frantically, greedily eating those undead puppets.

And these undead puppets are really weird, they even ignore the bite of Feitian Chiyi, and just focus on Xishan Lang, Qing Xilin and Xu Yiyang.

Lying on the ground, Xu Yiyang tilted his head sideways, looking at the scene in front of him, just silently waiting for death to come. Of course, this does not mean that he has given up, but ...... He is really lacking now, and his essence and blood are exhausted, but how can he heal his wounds? Even if it stimulates the regeneration of essence and blood, it also needs true gang!

In his life, this is the most dangerous time for Xu Yiyang, and he can't even heal himself. Now, not to mention that he is still trapped in the night crying of a hundred ghosts, even if there is no such a strong enemy, if there is no help, Xu Yiyang doesn't know how long he will lie here - if a beast with sharp teeth that can tear his skin comes, Xu Yiyang, a Yuanying monk, may be eaten alive.

At this moment, the only thing Xu Yiyang can do is to blow himself up. What he was waiting for in silence was these undead puppets sweeping in.

Flying in red clothes, it also forms a line and flies forward.

And Xishan Lang no longer had his original wild appearance, but like Xu Yiyang and the others, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out when he opened his mouth - he finally had to use such means to regain his strength.

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and Xishanlang immediately flashed like lightning. For a moment, I saw him waving his claws, and his flesh and blood were flying.

Garomin didn't care about anything, just clenched his fists intently. And at this moment, that space was distorted again.

It's the same as before. The blood-colored brilliance erupted, once again shattering and resisting the large space of Gallomin.

And then...... It seems that in this place, the consumption of essence blood has become a beautiful scenery - Gallomin spewed out a mouthful of essence blood again, and then the large space shattered and bombarded out again.

Qing Xilin just lay silently on the ground, and the white wolf Hao had already fallen off and was in her hands. It's just that the crazy consumption just now makes Qing Xilin's state at the moment, and Xu Yiyang doesn't have to be much better - the price he pays to obtain a power that far exceeds his own cultivation must be amazing.

The only thing that the two guys who are depleted of essence and blood at this moment is to open their eyes and wait for death to come.

Really?

At this moment, Xu Yiyang suddenly saw that those undead puppets covered in flying red clothes suddenly stopped rushing forward and began to slap on themselves - these flying red clothes were extremely greedy, but in the blink of an eye, they gnawed away the flesh and blood of these immortal puppets, and now they began to gnaw at their bones.

You know, these are the ones who can even gnaw on the treasures of monks, and although these monks have tempered their bodies to be strong and strong, they still can't resist them. Seeing this scene, Xu Yiyang suddenly realized why these undead puppets before ignored the flying red clothes.

These undead puppets, who don't feel threatened, won't pay attention to these little bugs. Although they have spiritual intelligence, they are only puppets after all, where can they compare to monks?

Xishan Lang inadvertently turned around, and also saw such a scene, and couldn't help but sigh slightly. These flying red clothes can even resist the undead puppets for a moment?