Chapter 128: Immortal Divine Soldier (2)
In ancient times, the strong were respected.
Every beast that can leave its name in the desolation stands out in the battle.
Fighting is an instinct imprinted in the depths of their souls.
After all, the Yellow Turban Lux is just a puppet divine soldier, born on the spirit bean.
Even if there is a fairy realm after ignition, it is too dull in battle.
If it weren't for the Nine Nether Flames that ignited on the blades of those Yellow Turban Force soldiers, it hurt the Yuan God the most, making those desolate beasts quite jealous, and they were afraid that in a moment, these divine soldiers would be knocked down from the prototype.
But even so, under the flexible bite of the alien beasts, many Yellow Turban wrestlers gradually fell behind.
"You can still regain your spiritual power? is this...... Domain?"
"Impossible, you're just a demon fairyland, how can you break my soul release array?"
The realm is the symbol of the holy realm, but if the lion camel is the holy realm, how can it be so cautious?
"Guess what~"
The means of pressing the bottom of the box, the brain pumping will tell you.
At the end, the lion camel danced with the long knife in his hand and drew a long knife.
Cut it in two.
Stepping into the Demon Fairy Realm, Le Lion Camel finally has the confidence to officially use Gu Yue, and will no longer be exhausted with a casual swing of a knife like in the Demon King Realm before.
With Gu Yue's blessing, the sword was even more powerful, and it cut through Lang Qianqiu's body in an instant.
Divided.
Blood gushed and the internal organs flew everywhere.
Mortal, undoubtedly?
The next moment, the blood flowed backwards, the five organs returned to their places, and the two bodies automatically closed together, clothed seamlessly.
Except for the torn clothes on his body, it was as if he had not been hit hard by death at all.
"I've been, I'm an immortal!"
"Immortal and immortal, eternal calamity. ”
"Don't think that if you join forces to kill the corpse demon puppets in the Demon God Realm, you really think that you have nothing to do with the same realm"
The reborn Lang Qianqiu danced a mace and rushed forward again.
Maybe it was an illusion, Le Shiluo felt that Lang Qianqiu's speed seemed to be a little faster......
From about the beginning of the snail to the turtle.
And finger like a sword, a sword on the ground.
Lang Qianqiu was cut off by the waist.
Just for a moment, it was back to normal.
"I've been, I'm an immortal soldier. ”
It's a little bit faster.
......
Putting away his casual expression, Le Shiluo stared at the opponent in front of him intently.
Not an illusion.
Every time he died, this immortal god soldier was really stronger, and the pressure on him was weaker.
If the body does not die, it will be suppressed together with the soul.
The beast spirit entangled with the yellow turban wrestler returned to the body of the lion camel in a breath, and with the help of the spiritual power of these wild beasts, the breath on the body of the lion camel was rising day by day.
Although he was suppressed and acted slowly, the most powerful thing about the Yellow Turban Lux was that strong body, and under the bite of countless fierce beasts, there were only a few shallow white marks.
The Yellow Turban Lux, who lost his opponent, once again focused his attention on Le Shiluo.
And what greeted them was a blooming cyan lotus.
The lotus leaf is like a sword, cutting off the flesh.
The lotus flower is like grinding, crushing the soul.
Qinglian Sword Song.
In view of the bad demon qualities of the Le Lion Camel, Gu Yue refused to teach him the Breaking Army Killing Knife again.
But the most terrifying thing in this world is the shameless creatures.
The fierce woman is afraid of pestering the lang, and the fierce knife is afraid of the cheap lion.
After ten nights of soft grinding and hard foaming, Gu Yue, who was on the verge of collapse, finally couldn't bear the broken thoughts of Le Lion Camel, although he always insisted on not teaching the domineering No. 1 Army-Breaking Killing Sword to Le Lion Camel, but taught him another sword technique through the imprint of divine consciousness.
This sword technique is called Qinglian Sword Song.
It was an immortal power who lost to the soldier saint Chiyou back then, and a stunt that spanned the three worlds back then.
It is said that when practiced to the extreme, it can cut off cause and effect and wipe out the world.
As for the Le Lion Camel, although it is only a rough fur, it is still easy to wear out dozens of divine souls.
No matter how strong the Yellow Turban Lux is, he can face the full force of the Le Lion Camel, who has increased his spiritual power several times through the hustle and bustle of ten thousand beasts, and it is not a little stronger than thin paper.
After a breath, the ground was covered with bean crumbs.
And although Lang Qianqiu was far superior to these puppets, under this incomparable lotus leaf, he was still cut into countless pieces, and a wisp of divine soul was devoured by the lotus flower and turned into powder.
In the end, Le Shihuo's heart moved, and the phantom shadows of the mountains above his head, with the momentum of shattering the ground, smashed to the ground, suppressing the corpse and broken soul of Nalang Qianqiu together.
The soul is scattered, and the flesh and bones are muddy.
Le Lion Camel wiped a handful of sweat and was relieved.
[You did it on purpose! Teach me this kind of energy-consuming stunt again and again, and use it once to prostrate once!]
When you step into the demon god, you will naturally know what kind of mastery the uncle has taught you. Li Taibai's famous stunt back then was actually used by you like this, if the old drunkard knew about it, he would have to chop you to pieces. 】
Just when a lion and a knife were arguing, a gust of wind blew on the ground.
"It's a bit of a trick, but that's not enough to kill me. ”
In the yin wind, a cloak head gradually took shape, and two cold eyes stared directly at the Le Lion camel.
"Won't this kill you?"
Le Shiluo was taken aback, and he didn't care about competing with Gu Yue, so he hurriedly staggered to his feet.
At this time, Nalang Qianqiu had already recovered as before.
A mace smashed head-on, but the exhausted Le Lion Camel didn't even have the strength to dodge
He's not an undead god.
Fortunately, under the control of the mountain god Fang Fang, there is no need to consume half of the spiritual power of the lion camel.
Therefore, when the mace fell with a sharp whistling sound, what it hit was the heavy power of the earth.
Move mountains and turn mountains, mountains suppress.
Lang Qianqiu's body sank, and his gestures were slow, but he was no longer as difficult as before.
[Hell, this thing is stronger if you kill it once, if you follow this trend, wouldn't you even be able to move mountains and turn mountains?
[Every time this kind of life is at stake, are you extra respectful to me~]
[Now is not the time to worry about these, help, uncle!]
[Even the demon saint does not dare to be immortal himself, this kind of side-door left-handed way, it is ridiculous to dare to be immortal and immortal. But if you look closely, you should know that the obliterated spirit is just a projection, and the real soul does not know where to hide. Even if you kill him hundreds of times, you can't hurt his roots. 】
[And where is his soul?]
[Nonsense, can he tell me? Find it yourself!]
......
Although it is under the suppression of the mountains, for Lang Qianqiu, who has died three times, the weight of these mountains has long since lost its original heaviness.
And the Le Lion Camel who performed the Qinglian Sword Song was sore, and he was unable to walk.
Seeing that the mace was getting closer and closer, Le Shiluo hurriedly groped in the Qiankun bag, hoping to find a few talismans to stop him.
Guiyuan Dan can make him alive and vigorous, but this kind of superb elixir is absolutely reluctant to use it as a last resort.
"Huh?"
In the midst of fumbling around, Le Shiluo's right hand touched a cold iron plate.
[This is the ...... Feiyun Order?!]