The corpse dove divided his hands.

A black dragon composed of two Buddhist swastikas burst out from his fingertips, directly locking the yang god.

The Sanskrit sound of the life stopped at the same time.

Suddenly.

A crowd of people stood up in the audience.

A look of bewilderment and surprise.

"Let go of me!"

Without the life-seeking Sanskrit sound, the Yang God of Long Zhantian began to resist.

Unexpectedly, the more he struggled, the tighter the black dragon's restraints became.

In the end, the waist of the Yang God was actually strangled to a half-foot diameter.

It's hard to move.

Xie Huaiwei clenched her fists nervously and said, "The Yang God is destroyed, and it is impossible for Senior Brother Long to be reincarnated. ”

Mu Nan listened, and also sweated for Long Zhantian.

With the behemoth of the Ninety-One Gate, if Long Zhantian could still be reincarnated, he would arrange it properly.

In the next life, you will be either rich or expensive, and even if you want to practice again, it is not impossible.

But the premise is to at least give him a chance to be reincarnated.

The situation in the stadium does not seem to be optimistic.

Deathmatch.

"Master Long, you can shout the word admit defeat like a lost dog, and the poor monk will let go."

The corpse dove seemed to be persuading, but in fact he wanted to arouse Long Zhantian's blood.

The intentions are really a bit vicious.

And the reason why he said this was just to torture him.

"Don't think!"

Long Zhantian viciously burst out two words from his lips.

"That's very good. Amitabha! ”

The corpse got up and grabbed one of the black dragons with his right hand.

The black dragon circled back into his hand, turning into a long whip.

"Smack!"

A whip struck the Yang God of the Dragon Battle Heaven.

Tear off large pieces of flesh.

It splattered on the ground like magma and turned into a mist of blood.

Long Zhantian couldn't bear this kind of pain.

Wailing and struggling, his voice terrible.

It's not that Long Zhantian can't bear it, this kind of means of tearing apart the Yang God of life and soul hurts into the soul.

"It's too much!"

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"The Elite Sect did this to humiliate the Ninety-One Sect!"

Just when everyone was indignant, no one expected that Long Zhantian's mother heard her son's wail and regained her senses in an instant.

stumbled into the martial arts arena.

"Son!"

A bitter cry made Long Zhantian's Yang God turn his head desperately.

"Mom!"

How can there be a trace of compassion in the corpse?

smiled evilly, and showed a cruel face: "Since the mother and son are in deep love, let's go on the road together, right?" Amitabha! ”

Long Zhantian turned into a divine cultivator who could not withstand his life-seeking Sanskrit sound.

How much more is it a woman who has no cultivation?

The soul left the body in an instant.

Shrouded in a black aura of Buddha light, it was fixed in front of the Dragon Battle Tianyang God.

Mother and child are opposite.

"Dare!"

The crowd was outraged.

There are monks who can't look at it, so they have to fly in.

The cursing continued.

Zhao Sihai's yin and yang weird voice reached everyone's ears:

"The rules of the death match, Zhang Daoshou has to tell his disciples more, don't let my Qunying Sect see the joke."

Zhang Xian's face turned pale and did not speak.

Zhao Sihai's voice reached the ears of everyone present, stopping everyone's eagerness.

Death fights are different from life fights.

It can be stopped or stopped in time.

There is a tacit rule: the intruder is equivalent to directly participating in the deathmatch, and regardless of the outcome, it is regarded as the losing side.

If the trespasser is lucky enough not to die, he will be punished at the least, and his soul will be eliminated at the worst.

What's more, Zhao Sihai invisibly raised this death fight to the face of the sect, who would dare to act rashly.

Seeing Zhao Sihai speak to support himself, the corners of the corpse's mouth raised.

Started a harder performance.

The black dragon was more finely transformed, and it was pumped on the body of the Dragon Battle Tianyang God, which seemed just right.

While making him tremble, it will not make him die immediately.

I was suffering from it.

Because the old woman's soul was tied aside, Long Zhantian couldn't help but wail anymore.

even squeezed out a few ugly smiles and looked at the old woman.

"Mom! It doesn't hurt. ”

The old woman's soul seemed to be sobbing and crying bitterly.

But not a single tear could be shed.

Just convulsing his body and howling dryly.

"Hit me, hit me! Don't hurt my son. ”

Pleading.

"What a mother and son! It's really impressive! ”

The words of the corpse dove were like a heavy hammer, knocking on everyone's hearts.

The nuns in the audience wept.

The male cultivator turned his back and couldn't bear to look at it.

"What, don't you dare to look?"

The corpse's psyche seems to have been distorted.

With a little strength in his hand, he roared like an angry wolf: "Shout out to me!" Call it out! ”

Long Zhantian gritted his teeth.

Trembling, he turned his face away, not daring to look at his mother.

"Please, I beg you, I'll kneel for you!"

The old woman was still begging.

But let the corpse dove lick his lips and enjoy it: "Go on, don't stop!" Please, beg me! ”

At this moment, everyone was looking forward to Long Zhantian's early death.

Insults are omitted.

It also saves the old woman's liver and intestines.

Mu Nan couldn't bear it anymore after all.

"Filial piety, I can't even protect it, what kind of Tao do you cultivate!"

He had forgotten that he was just a monk in the Knot Dan period, and that the corpse dove was a god power.

It's a world of difference.

He had only one thought.

End all this and send the mother and son to reincarnation.

Worthy of the heart.

Worthy of the Tao.

The measuring ruler silently sacrificed.

His pace was firm.

One step at a time.

Slowly walked down the audience, staring at the two black dragons with almost hatred.

The long whip.

Hold the measuring ruler high and swing it down.

"One question, what is the longevity of the sky!"

At the tip of the ruler, a flash of light flashed.

"Boom!"

The black dragon replied.

The long whip is broken into several pieces.

turned into unwillingness on the ground, twisted his body twice, and dissipated.

The old woman's divine soul and the Yang God of Long Zhantian fell to the ground at the same time.

With one blow, everyone was shocked, and their eyes invariably stared at the field.

Confused, and relieved.

The corpse dove was stunned on the spot.

He wasn't surprised by the power of the blow.

He just couldn't believe that an ant in the Dan Stage dared to challenge the power of the Transformation Stage!

Is life too long?

"Earth and heaven pass through Tai, seal the reincarnation! Six ways! ”

Taking advantage of the corpse dove's frowning and not yet making any reaction, Mu Nan opened the six reincarnations.

"Dragon Battle, Quick Reincarnation!"

Long Zhantian was also stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that the person who made him no longer humiliated was a monk in the Yudan period, the "faceless man" he had laughed at.

He didn't even remember his name.

It wasn't until a thunderous shout that he was relieved.

Pull up the old woman's soul and throw it into the whirlpool.

"Dare to ask the name of the junior brother!"

Mu Nan stepped forward, blocked in front of the whirlpool of reincarnation, and scolded: "I still ask for my name, if I don't reincarnate, I will come in vain!" ”

The corpse dove also reacted, and crossed his knees on the spot, like a bloodthirsty demon:

"If you dare to come in, you will have to pay the price! I'm going to make you fall forever! ”

Long Zhantian smiled miserably, his whole body was flooded with streamers, and he stood in front of Mu Nan, and said:

"Brother, I should have no regrets to be able to bathe blood with you today!"

Mu Nan knew that Long Zhantian chose to give up reincarnation at this moment, and his tears couldn't be controlled, and he flowed down:

"My name is Mu Nan."

"Mu Nan, good name! Ha ha! ”

Long Zhantian laughed, and without waiting for the corpse dove to sing and sing, he resolutely slammed towards the morning and dusk bell.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, echoing throughout the martial arts arena.

Mu Nan was wrapped in a strong force, but he was still thrown up by the concussive volley, and then fell to the ground hard.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Even if Long Zhantian gave him protection, he could transform into a god and explode with great power, and his power was extraordinary.

He only felt that all his internal organs were displaced.

Buzzing in my head.

"Look for death!"

The corpse's clothes were broken and his face was covered in blood.

Staggered, looking extremely angry.

The dragon battle heavenly soul is scattered, and the yang god explodes.

If it hadn't been tortured before, it would be more than just a broken morning and dusk bell now.

should have won the game, but because of a tampering ant indiscriminately, he ended up in such a mess.

How can he endure it!

"I want you to die, I want you to die!"

The corpse dove was almost insane, and his hands were folded again, regardless of it: "Put down the butcher's knife ......"

Mu Nan grinned, a little miserable.

Long Zhantian, who turned into a god realm, only stood up for three life-seeking Sanskrit sounds, and that was the Yang God out of his body.

I just got married, I'm afraid that my soul will be broken directly.

Do you regret it?

No regrets.

However, he didn't want to be caught.

With trembling hands, he took out a piece of white cloth from his bosom, put it on the measuring ruler, and shouted, "Surrender!" Throw in the towel! ”