She turned over a few times in the air, although she stabilized her body in mid-air, her legs were deeply embedded in the cold and hard snow, and the majestic Qingyang Beacon Fire fist in her body did not disappear, and the ten miles of snow around her body sneered into a flame mist.

After landing, Jimo Lanze continued to drag back the two ravines of ten meters, and only stabilized his body with a deep knife.

Her pale face was flushed, and the breath in her chest and abdomen was still unrecognizable.

In this confrontation, it was obvious that it had suffered a big loss.

Jimo Spider Yin didn't even raise his eyelids, and between his eyebrows and eyes was a deep calm that even the wind and snow couldn't blow cold.

Mu Lianzhuo obviously had the upper hand, but Mu Pianfeng's face was extremely ugly, the palms under the sleeve robe were tightly clenched into fists, and he didn't smile on his face:

"The patriarch's little nephew is so well hidden, you, who have never received the power of the underworld, are able to defeat the Yin Sha people of the Tongyuan Realm, which really surprised the second uncle and me. ”

Mu Lianzhuo's expression was stunned, he patted the fire between his sleeves and robes, and did not speak with a calm face.

If it was about cultivation as strength, he could clearly feel that he was inferior to the woman of the Yin Sha clan.

If it weren't for the actual combat experience accumulated over the years, it would have been extremely difficult for him to suppress her.

Mu Pian Feng was about to speak, when suddenly his body was heavy, as if he was being entangled and adhered to by countless heavy ropes.

That sticky heaviness was like the hands of countless cold demons, with a slippery coldness pressing on every inch of the body.

The cold breath made the pores of his body shrink violently, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the black-robed man with his hands on his abdomen.

All ten of his hands were broken and stitched together, and they were the scars left by the self-detonating primordial spirit.

According to common sense, for this kind of corpse that was so destroyed, no matter how powerful the Yin Body of the Yin Dynasty was, it would not be able to stitch it up.

This person...... Obviously, it's not easy!

The heaviness of Mu Pianfeng's body trying to struggle with it, suddenly cracked in his arm, and blood stained the invisible rope on his body.

It was countless silver-white silk threads, which were wrapped around his body one by one, and Mu Pian Feng's heart was cold, and there was nothing behind him when he looked back.

But in the twilight of the snow, behind him, a huge spider web appeared out of thin air.

And he, like a prey in a cobweb trap.

There was a hissing sound similar to the breath of a spider demon in his ears, and he was stiff and unable to move.

Immediately, the man was heard walking slowly in front of him on the broken snow, and made a hoarse and ugly voice with his broken vocal cords: "The power of the underworld, you seem, said something very interesting. ”

His voice was hoarse and gentle, but Mu Pian Feng could still hear the murderous intent in his tone.

The person in front of him is too dangerous!

Continuing the dialogue will only put oneself in a more dangerous position.

Mu Pian snorted coldly, and didn't speak, and the slender and soft wattle brushed hard against the spider thread.

The tiger's mouth suddenly burst and bled out.

The mark between the tiger's mouth was cracked, the wound was very small, but the blood flowing out was extremely crazy and turbulent, and the color of the blood was as black as black jade.

The blood floats in the air without gravity, weaving a form that makes people faintly feel a little uneasy.

Jimo Spider Yin felt a very unusual aura breeding, he frowned and grasped the floating blood, but the blood was like an illusory thing, easily penetrating his palm, and finally forming the form of a book.

Books in the blood?

There was a hint of vigilance in the cold eyes of the Jimo Spider, and the pitch-black book was the width of a palm.

Bang la blah.

The gentle sound of the pages being blown apart by the wind rang in everyone's ears.

The voice of the pasture wind suddenly became extremely ethereal and illusory in the wind and snow, as if the summoning voice conveyed from an ancient dream: "The realm of black water, the abyss of the dead sea, the spirit of extreme yin, the lock of the ghost prison, from my will, the sea resentment obeys my orders!"

His eyes slowly opened, and the normal pupils were gradually spreading and flooding the entire eyeball.

The calm sea set off huge waves that seemed to cover most of the sky.

And in the black waves, the black water was stacked, and when the pages stopped turning and a page was erected, a monster pattern outlined by bronzing appeared on the pitch-black page.

And in the black water of the empty creatures, at the moment when the pattern was lit up, an identical monster appeared out of thin air.

Seven ears, three heads, twelve arms, covered in fish scales, with a slender tail as sharp as a sea fork, slammed into the water like a whip, splashing black droplets.

The monster's six eyes turned in unison, the scales were like his battle armor, and the huge waves behind this monster were like a huge cloak behind the light armor, lining this monster as if it was a demon in the sea in other ancient countries.

There was no breath, no signs.

In this way, he appeared out of thin air in this black dead sea, breaking the absolute law that there are no living creatures in the sea.

The huge black monster, the three heads all grew out of the abdomen, like a dragon's tendon whip of huge rhizome flesh extended from the abdomen in three directions, constantly twisting and struggling deformation, and those three heads grew at the end of the flesh whiskers that were full of three people and thick hugs.

The bloody jaws continued to roar into a twisted dragon groan, shaking the entire sea and the sky.

The massive beast burst through the air, making a rumbling sound that shattered the space.

Makikatsu was deeply shocked by the shocking and powerful side in front of him.

That kind of extraordinary power in the human world made the corners of his mouth begin to twist and rise.

The cold blood in the Yin body of the Ink Spider began to boil in this dragon groan.

A huge black shadow had already crashed into it, and the air continued to burst into a frenzied air current, distorting invisible ripples.

The ink spider moved her lips, because the body was so badly damaged, even if she whispered indifferently, the teeth and gums under the mutilated lips still looked hideous and terrifying: "It's really an unpleasant thing." ”

He spread his arms outstretched, like a bird, and between his arms there were invisible airflow threads swimming, and the silk threads were rapidly woven into a new web.

Because it is invisible to the naked eye, no one knows how big the net is.

Creak!

Like the distorted heavy sound of the vine roots of an old tree.

The cobwebs slammed into the invisible webs, unable to advance for half a minute, and the webs wrapped around his massive body as black as armor, and the sound of sharp cutting began to sound.

The monster's three heads roared at the same time, and a terrifying sound wave hit the man's eardrums.

Jimo Spider wiped away the nosebleed from his body expressionlessly, looked at the blood between his fingers, and said indifferently: "After all, it's just a suture, and it's really not easy to use when you break the shell......"

Jimo Lanze, who had not been evenly adjusted, covered his ears with his hands, and his pale skin was full of swollen and congested meridians.

With a few snapping sounds, a few pieces of blood exploded in the meridians and veins, and her breath became more and more unstable, like dandelions blown away in the wind.

The spider silk continued to cut, and the black scale armor was sprinkled down in large pieces, and the ink spider Yin looked at the distorted smile of the pastoral wind, and sneered: "This is the hole card you are proud of?"

He grasped the void in his hand, and a jet-black ice condensed from his empty palm, and then burst out.

"Roar!" a hideous head on a whisker crushed the sharp blade of black ice!

The corners of the Jimo spider's yin mouth rose up, its lips and teeth were cold and hideous, and its white sharp teeth exuded a faint cold light in the twilight.

The smug roar and wild laughter came to an abrupt end!

The head on the fleshy beard froze suddenly, and the eyes and mouths continued to spew out a dark frost mist from the nostrils.

The frost mist diffused with a gloomy aura, reflecting countless illusory faces that resembled humans, except that there were horns similar to war ghosts on the faces.

The faces kept opening their mouths to bite the air, then chewing in large gulps.

It was clearly a formless fog body, and it was clear that nothing had been bitten, but in the air was the strange sound of flesh and bones grinding between the teeth.

And the huge dragon-like head erupted with a heart-rending scream, and its head was covered with countless sores and gnawing tooth marks, and the bones were visible.

Mu Pianfeng's distorted smile froze suddenly, and he looked at such a strange and infiltrating scene in front of him in disbelief.

A skull was quickly eaten clean.

Soon, the concentration of the black mist began to increase, enveloping the entire huge monster.

The sea monster tried to struggle and escape into the sea, but its body was entangled with invisible spider silk, and the black fog penetrated into the monster's body everywhere.

The power of absolute cold froze everything in the monster's body, and countless sharp ice blades were suddenly interspersed in the throat, abdomen, back, thighs, and arms.

On the surface of the pitch-black ice blade, there are countless human faces that are wantonly and arrogantly twisted with open mouths and chewing vigorously.

A mountain-like behemoth that appears out of thin air and then disappears out of thin air.

The last black fog lifted.

The rich smell of blood in the air left only a faint smell of blood.

Mu Lianzhuo was covered in cold sweat like rain, and his whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the water, and his face was extremely pale.

Mu Pian Feng was still entangled in the invisible cobweb trap, and the Black Blood Source Book, which he was proud of, did not bring him any changes in the tide of battle.

His teeth chattered because of fear, but also because of anger.

And at this moment, seeing his bloodshot round eyes, I knew that at this moment his anger was far more than fear.

Jimo Spider Yin covered his lips with his sleeves, burped indecently, and the stitched face was still indifferent like a sculpture: "I haven't eaten so much for many years, the taste is ......" He even tasted and thought about it carefully, and then said slowly: "It's very unpleasant." ”

Although he was very interested in the black blood source book, Jimo Spider Yin was not the owner of the black blood source book, and he couldn't touch and read it, so he temporarily put aside his interest, glanced away slightly, and looked at Jimo Lanze, whose eyes, ears, mouth and nose were overflowing with scarlet blood lines.