As soon as Zhou Yu made a move to suppress this big roll, he understood in his heart that ordinary cultivators in the Chaos Realm were indeed not its opponents.

The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and the strength is endless.

The flying sword of the ordinary magic weapon level can't be cut through, and the magic weapon can't be damaged, and if it hits it head-on, or grabs a claw or bites, it will lose half of its life if it doesn't die.

It's not even a demon.

Because it, like the three monkeys before, can only be regarded as a spirit that has developed some spiritual intelligence, and it is far from cultivating to become a demon.

The laryngeal bone is not dissolved, the mouth is not spoken, the heart is not opened, and there is no way to practice.

But this big rolling is obviously a different species, it is one zhang long and tall, at least two or three tons in weight, it is extremely talented, according to Zhou Yu's thoughts, I am afraid it is a genetic mutation.

With this horizontal flesh alone, it was enough to sweep away the cultivators of the Muddy Realm.

There is no point in the cultivation of the Star Realm, or relying on the powerful flying sword magic weapon, so I don't want to get it cheap.

Not to mention......

Zhou Yu accepted the green jade golden bull cane, and the shadow of the suppressed golden bull disappeared, and the big rolling suddenly came alive again, rolling and crawling up, beating his chest with his arms, whining, shaking his head, and pounced with his teeth and claws.

"It's so cute, it's so cute, ah, I'm dead......" Wu Qingqing looked like a fan girl.

Zhou Yu asked strangely: "Ordinary rolling is really cute, it's so big, it's also cute?"

Wu Qingqing nodded again and again: "Big is also cute!"

As Zhou Yu spoke, he had already sacrificed his sword to the bladder, and the sword light swept across the back of his head.

Wu Qingqing was shocked: "Don't kill it!"

Choke!

The swarthy black chains around the neck of the big rolling body were slashed open by the sword of the gall, and the electric fire exploded, scorching the small handful of hairs on the back of the big rolling neck.

It screamed in pain, stretched out its paws to scratch, but its hands were short, and it couldn't reach it, and it was so anxious that it screamed.

It no longer pounced on Zhou Yu and the others, rolled to the ground, rubbed the back of its head on the stone cliff wall, and replaced its mouth with a cooing call, which was extremely comfortable.

Zhou Yu said seriously: "It's quite cute." ”

Even Xia Jianbai held down the sword light and was speechless for a while.

Everyone looked at each other.

"That's it?"

The cow stool glared at a pair of round bull's eyes, "Is this demon who harmed the predecessor Yuan Sizheng?"

Wang Sizuo said helplessly: "This thing is very gratifying, really, it's really difficult to start......

Another Si Zuo said: "Aren't you avenging Yuan Sizheng?"

Wu Qingqing scolded angrily: "Are you stupid? Didn't Zhou Yu say that Yuan Sizheng didn't eat it, it ate bamboo, it didn't eat people, it was raised by others, and it still wore chains——"

"Who dares to hurt my Iron Eater?!"

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from the mountain.

Listening to this voice, Da Rolling's eyes straightened, revealing a look of horror, whining and wailing, and no longer scratching on the stone, his movements were extremely agile, one turned over and got up, prostrate on the ground, and arched two short arms in the direction of the top of the mountain, as if begging for mercy.

On the top of the mountain, a miserable cloud condenses, the mist is thick, diffuse, the green bamboo touches it and is defeated, from which a claw suddenly pokes out, like a human hand but has seven fingers, the nails are strangely long, like a bird's claws, suddenly wrapped in clouds and mist, open to the mu Xu Fangyuan, cross the air crit, straight out of the hundred and ten zhang away, fall to the mountainside, cover Zhou Yu and others.

"It's the remnants of the underworld. ”

Zhou Yu was stunned.

Of course, in the era of the Tang Dynasty, cultivators called the remnants of the underworld "ghosts".

The breath of the forest is gloomy and intense, revealing an infinite and distant taste, it is the netherworld, the deep space, and the great terror hidden behind the vast and endless starlight.

The sword immediately took off into the air, first drawing a sword rainbow, and resisting the seven-fingered claws that were captured.

How sharp the sword of the ancient kings is, and Zhou Yu is now cultivating to go further, the soul fire jumps, and the head of a soul fire in the sea of knowledge opens its mouth and spits violently, and the sword shines with rich copper, the green is simple, sharp, and a sword cuts off a finger!

Severed fingers,

Black blood.

A cry of pain rose in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, and then flew out a stone pestle that was a foot long, the whole body was pitch black, as if flowing ink, and it rose when it saw the wind, to the length of three or four zhang, as thick as a court pillar, like a jade pillar in the heavenly palace, which fell down and fell to the world.

With a bang, the stone pestle slammed into the sword.

As soon as the gallant sword was touched, Zhou Yu once again ran the "Zi Chi Sacrificial Instrument Chapter", and sacrificed the Zhurong Fire Spirit Flag.

As soon as this big flag came out, the flag was fierce, and the light of the fire sperm on it shone brightly, rising flames, boiling hotly, burning the air to the point of exploding and roaring, and everyone intuitively felt that a light and shadow in the sky were distorted, and their vision was blurred.

Zhu Rong Fire Spirit Banner rose to the sky, and collided violently with the stone pestle like the black jade pillar of the Heavenly Court, and immediately the flames shot out, scattered in all directions, and rose down one after another, as if the next fire rain.

In the rain of fire, there were even a few jet-black stone chips, and when they fell into the mountains, the plants and trees were burned, and the rocks were rotted out of the pits.

Zhou Yu shouted: "Wang Sizuo, you disperse and put out the fire later, don't let this mountain fall into a fire and burn it all." ”

There are many birds and beasts in the mountains, and in the early winter, the plants and trees are dry, and once the mountain fire is spread, countless lives will inevitably be burned to death.

Wang Sizuo and the others are all cultivators, who can regulate their breath, void water, and use them to extinguish fires. Moreover, flames fall from the banner, and non-cultivators cannot extinguish their vitality by condensing their vitality into water, but ordinary rivers and lakes are useless.

When Wang Sizuo and the others saw this vicious fight, they were so frightened that their legs were weak, and when they heard this, they hurriedly took the order, each took a few soldiers, and galloped to all directions of Yinshan, preparing to hide, and then come out to extinguish the fire after their own Si Zheng destroyed the ghosts.

The heavenly Zhurong Fire Spirit Banner suddenly rolled violently, the flag inspired, wrapped the huge stone pestle, the flame burned violently, the stone pestle continued to burst out of the explosion, a little stone chips cracked, and were burned into ashes in the flame of the banner.

"What kind of flame is this?"

In the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, the voice screamed in horror.

Zhou Yu looked at the top of the mountain indifferently, the five fingers in his left sleeve were false, and he suddenly flipped up and grabbed a seal.

According to the gall, the sword soared again, piercing the sky, like a shock, cutting the sky and the moon, reflecting the mirage......

Jingsheng Hailou!

A sword slashed into the gloomy clouds.

The seven-fingered claw that was cut off by Zhou Yu hurriedly retreated, and together with the other seven-fingered claw that flew out of the clouds, they struck together, and grabbed the sword of Zhao Gall.

The voice roared and screamed: "Iron Eaters, kill them for me!"

Not far in front of Zhou Yu and the others, the big rolling who was trembling on the ground looked up cautiously and looked at the top of the mountain, his eyes were full of fear, and he was full of timidity.

After a little hesitation, it finally turned its huge body, and the person stood up, one foot high, whining and waving its claws, and pounced on Zhou Yu, Wu Qingqing, Xia Jianbai, and the four of them.

Xia Jianbai immediately wanted to draw his sword, but was stopped by Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu forcibly used the soul fire, his face turned slightly pale, and he also sacrificed the green jade golden bull staff, and at the same time exercised the three major sword magic weapons, the jade staff green light, the golden bull struggled, and suppressed the big rolling.

"National treasure, the lock of the dark iron that imprisoned you has been cut by me, what are you afraid of him?"

Zhou Yu spoke sharply.

The Taurus Giant Shadow suddenly exerted a strong force, and violently crushed the big roll to the ground.

After falling down, he actually buried his head between his legs, shrunk into a ball, and rolled on the spot, purring down the mountain, ready to run.

"Get out, get out, don't go!"

Wu Qingqing was in a hurry and hurriedly shouted.

Zhou Yu ordered: "Xia Jianbai, Niu Stool, you go and catch it back, since Qingqing likes it, he will take care of it as a pet for Qingqing." ”

"Yes, Engong!"

Xia Jianbai was very happy when he was instructed to do things for Engong, so he set up his sword light and took the cow stool to chase after Da Luo.

Zhou Yu looked at the top of the mountain again, held Wu Qingqing with one hand, and said, "Let's go and see, what the hell is." ”

"Oh, good. ”

Wu Qingqing also looked back at Da Roll, for fear that Da Roll would be injured by Xia Jianbai, and when he reacted, he was caught by Zhou Yu and walked up the mountain.

She struggled, but when she couldn't break free, she stopped struggling, and said with expectations: "Are you really catching me and being my pet?"

"Hmm. ”

Zhou Yu snorted,

The heavenly Zhurong Fire Spirit Banner completely wrapped the stone pestle, and no more missed a point.

He took Wu Qingqing by the hand, stepped up more than ten zhang in one step, and when he landed on a stone cliff, the sword rushed out from between the two sharp claws.

The black blood flew for a day, and the three amputated fingers flew down.

The wind rises at the end of the green ping, and the waves are born between the waves.

When waving the flag as gossip, the sword is walking to the peak.

According to the gallant sword counterattack, to the acre of clouds and mist strangulation, one of which jumped out of a shadow, to the top of the mountain to escape to a grotto, the miserable clouds and mist followed, swept like a vortex, resisting the gallant sword.

Zhou Yu took Wu Qingqing to the top of the mountain,

The shadow also escaped to the entrance of the grotto.

Zhou Yu held Wu Qingqing with one hand and waved the green jade golden bull stick with the other.

The Staff of the Son of Heaven,

Kill!

The golden bull suppressed, trampled on the top of the mountain, the cave collapsed, revealing a stone room, the ground carved stars, hooked into a picture, the picture embedded with granular Xuanjing gems, at first glance strong light.

The shadow fell in the middle, revealing a creature in human form.

Standing on three legs, his arms are strangely long, his hands have seven fingers - four of them have been broken, he is tall and black, his forehead is vertical, he is wearing a little star robe, he opens his big mouth to his ears, and spits out a cloud of black things.

It roared viciously: "The ants in the world always try to kill the gods in vain!"

Zhou Yu disagreed, and said with a slight mockery: "It's just a dead ghost." ”

The Zhurong Fire Spirit Banner wrapped in the stone pestle struck violently and hit the ghost thing in the head.

It raises its arms,

Catch the Zhurong Fire Spirit Flag.

The jet-black thing he spit out fell to the star chart on the ground, and the scorching dark light burst out from the Xuanjing gem, shining on its body together, and he let out a very comfortable moan.

"Divine Grace ...... Hell"

Whoosh!

The Zhurong Fire Spirit Banner was torn apart fiercely, and the pitch-black stone pestle slammed into the air and crashed into Zhou Yu.

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