The old Taoist priest was still reluctant to take action himself, and the twelve dead corpses after (shēn) met the warm fragrance of flowers rushing at the same time.

In addition, the old Taoist priest summoned one hundred and thirty dead corpses with his natal supernatural powers, these dead corpses were mixed, and the dead corpses without a realm accounted for a minority, only more than twenty, and the rest of the dead corpses were all monks before their deaths, and the highest realm was only the Wulu Realm.

This is the family background of the old Taoist priest, the real corpse tide.

Hua Wenxiang was not afraid of danger, but her fist intent increased again, and she kept fighting her way among the corpses, but she was soon surrounded by the corpses that could not be killed.

He no longer left his subordinates (qíng), some of the corpses that were unbearable were directly smashed through the body by fists (shēn), and even worse, the corpses were directly divided, although the means were a little cruel, but this was the only way, otherwise by these corpses, Hua Wenxiang would never be able to kill the old Taoist.

That is, there are not so many broken talismans, otherwise Hua Wenxiang still wants to give these dead people a finished corpse, if you want to blame it, blame the beast old way.

At this time, Hua Wenxiang was a veritable enemy of 100 people, and most of the opponents were soul breakers.

Above the desert, yellow sand swelled, as if a sand fog had fallen.

The old Taoist priest stood in the distance, not knowing whether he was happy or troubled, and finally met a candidate for the corpse king, but it was still so difficult, but it was good, the more difficult it was, the more difficult it was to prove that this corpse king was more than one in a million.

He shook the dust in his hand gently, and more than 100 dead corpses who didn't know the pain retreated one after another, "Let Lao Dao personally meet you little cub." ”

"Bang!"

The old Taoist priest's (shēn) shape quickly disappeared from Hua Wenxiang's field of vision, and the next moment, it was directly pressed against the latter's abdomen with a whisk of dust, and Hua Wenxiang was once again sent flying several miles away.

The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the old Taoist priest (shēn) is entangled in the blue qi.

Hua Wenxiang, who flew out a few miles away again, was getting farther and farther away from Tuwa City, and at this time there was no longer a shadow of the city, Tu Yuelian stood on a roof, looking at the yellow sand in the distance, as frightened as ever, after this time, she would never be fooling around with Hua Wenxiang again.

Hua Wenxiang, who was covered with yellow sand (shēn), coughed twice and scolded: "Sure enough, it's the Zhan Lan Realm, then I won't spend ...... with you."

He smashed his (xiōng) mouth with a powerful punch, and blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, but after this punch, there was still consciousness in his head, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, and punched the same position again.

The only way to awaken the divine flower is to harm yourself.

Ling Shimo of Danqing Realm, Chen Tiange of Danqing Realm, he can fight almost with the posture of a divine flower, and at this time, what is there to be afraid of fighting against an old thing in the Blue Realm.

The flowers are warm and fragrant, and the heart that has been injured heals quickly.

The old Taoist priest rushed over, his face changed greatly, "Divine flower!"

He frantically used the cognition in his mind, thinking about every person in the rivers and lakes who had divine flowers, and in the end, only one person matched the young man in front of him.

A mysterious imp who was born in the Jiangling Fight last year.

The old Taoist priest was a little jealous, but more of it was still happy, today (rì) really picked up the treasure, this little ghost is now only the bottleneck of the orange realm, and the old Taoist priest thinks that he has tried his best to have a battle.

He didn't care about the big force behind this little ghost, he snatched the divine flower, flew away, and couldn't go anywhere.

The fragrance of the flowers has become unconscious, the whole (shēn) has become dark, and the (shēn) is entangled in orange qi.

In the desert, the two confronted each other, and the atmosphere was heavy.

A gentle breeze blew, blowing a large expanse of yellow sand, and the two (shēn) figures disappeared together.

The old Taoist priest did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and as soon as he came up, he used his natal supernatural power to strengthen the (shēn) body to the strongest, and the Buddha dust in his hand was his weapon, and Hua Wenxiang punched the old Taoist priest's dust one after another, without pain or itching, but the latter was becoming more and more difficult to parry.

The slightly embarrassed old Taoist priest was full of joy and sorrow, like a madman, this is the strength of the Divine Flower after it is opened? It's like a different person!

Good, good!

"Bang!"

Hua Wenxiang smashed the old Taoist priest into the yellow sand with a punch, and a huge sand pit suddenly appeared, and then the quicksand slowly slid towards the center, burying the old Taoist priest.

Hua Wenxiang followed into the mud and sand, and before the old Taoist priest could catch his breath, he was punched in the face again.

The bunkers are deeper, quicksand is faster, and there is sand mist all around, obstructing the view.

The old Taoist priest didn't know the pain, so he summoned the less than 100 dead corpses in the distance with his magical powers, and then drilled out of the sand and ripped off the Taoist robe.

The torn robe flew into the distance with the wind and sand.

At this time, the old Taoist priest appeared to be true (shēn), shaped like a dead person, (shēn) material withered, but his eyes were slightly more spiritual than those dead corpses next to (shēn).

His true (shēn) was originally a wisp of unjust soul, and by chance, he found the corpse of a Taoist priest of the Battle Blue Realm, and since then he has been parasitic in the corpse, and after dozens of (chūn) autumn cultivation, this wisp of unjust soul has successfully merged with the body of this Battle Blue Realm and turned into a veritable war blue realm ghost.

This unjust soul is good at raising the dead in private, calling itself a corpse keeper, Ping (rì) specializes in playing with dead corpses, and wherever it passes, there will be such a terrifying thing as a corpse (qíng), its goal is to find a perfect body, and then cultivate it into a corpse king, and finally turn it into its own use.

The old Taoist priest who revealed the true (shēn) sucked all the corpses of Zhou (shēn) into his stomach, and the whisk turned into a sharp sword that flew out of the sand and returned to its hands.

Hua Wenxiang smashed it with a punch, but was knocked out by the old Taoist priest, and the latter's blue blood soul qi gradually turned red.

Absorb the dead corpses, and temporarily increase the number of repairs.

The old Taoist priest with a colorless face had grown in size three times as tall as the warm fragrance of flowers, and his hun (shēn) exuded a dead man's breath from both above and below.

A punch hit the dust, the sword-like dust did not move, and the warm and fragrant steel skin did not damage the slightest.

The wind was strong, and the yellow sand swept away, covering the sky.

Tu Yuelian in the distance was holding the black ball, exhausting her eyesight, only to see the yellow sand all over the sky, and the momentum was huge.

Yu Yuan said worriedly: "Can Xiaohua win against that old Taoist?"

Tu Yuelian did not hesitate, "I must be able to." ”

The iron fist blows the dust, and when it collides, the yellow sand continues to rise, and the two people put (shēn) in the yellow sand, sacrificing their lives to fight.

After half an hour, the Ying orange qi above and below his Zhou (shēn) completely turned into martial green under the uncontrolled condition (qíng).

The second uncle Zhishan also instructed him to suppress the realm before leaving, and he cooperated with the qi cultivation chapter of "Chaochen Dao" and worked hard to suppress the realm, but later after the battle with Chen Tiange to the death, the blood and soul qi in his body suddenly increased greatly, and it was difficult to suppress the realm again.

Today (rì) is a battle, and the realm of Yingcheng has to be broken.

The bright orange color changes to the bright green color, and the flowers stand in place, like an oasis in the desert, adding a touch of vitality to the desolate desert.

At the same time, the flowers in the eyes of the flowers are also changing shapes, the young man's bun is sprinkled, the hair is flowing, the dark black of the skin is receding quickly, and the whole person is like a fairy out of the dust, this posture of the flower fragrance has never been.

The huge corpse that was more than two feet tall was slightly stunned, this little ghost broke the mirror on the spot, why did the posture of the god flower also change?

After the young man changed his posture, there was no more breeze in the desert.

"Bang!"

In the four directions of east, west, north and south, suddenly a large area of yellow sand exploded, covering the sky (rì), and those yellow sand quickly condensed into four large tornadoes of wind and sand, and the momentum was extremely huge.

The corpse knew that something was wrong, so it hurriedly struck first, but as soon as it came to Hua Wenxiang, the latter disappeared in the blink of an eye like a breeze.

Four large tornadoes struck quickly, and the huge dead corpses were straight (bī).

"Bang!"

As soon as the dead body of the Dan Qingjing wanted to escape, it was smashed into the yellow sand by the punch of Hua Wenxiang who fell from the sky.

Fight blue with martial arts.

Four large tornadoes came in front of them, converging into one, and moments later, the struggling corpses appeared in the center of the tornado.

At this time, the dead body was like an ant in the huge tornado, insignificant.

The corpse was placed in a tornado (shēn), as if it were in a cage, and even though it was a danqing realm, it still could not get rid of it, and the yellow sand and the strong wind that was invisible to the eyes of the (ròu) eyes wantonly wrenched its protective qi.

The corpse let out a loud cry and tried to cut a path with the dust in his hand, but the tornado that had just been destroyed returned to its original appearance in the blink of an eye, and the corpse released countless balls of danqing light with blood souls, frantically bombarding the huge wind saloon scroll.

The tornado suddenly disappeared.

The corpse thought that its attack had had an effect, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But before it hit the ground, it suddenly felt that something was wrong, and it looked down, and the lower half of itself (shēn) was cut down by something.

During this period, the movement (shēn) was temporarily in the Danqing Realm, and it was not even aware of the slightest.

With a whoosh, a (shēn) figure flashed again, and the dead ghoul creature barely saw the (shēn) shadow this time, but its head was also cut off by the (shēn) shadow.

Kill the enemy with a breeze in just a moment.

The face of the dead ghoul was full of fear and unwillingness, and all the danqing qi of one (shēn) was dispersed, but even so, the ethereal (shēn) shadow did not stop, and in the blink of an eye, the bones of the dead corpse that were completely dead were gone.

The breeze blew, the desert returned to tranquility, and there was not a single dead body on the yellow sand.

Hua Wenxiang appeared in the distance, returned to its original appearance, and collapsed to the ground.

The fist is like a sword (shēn) like the wind, and I kill with a breeze.

(End of chapter)