Wei Seventeen was in a predicament, the divine light brushed one by one, endlessly, he had to focus on protecting the vital points of his eyes and nose, relying on the hard resistance of the law body, the flood of the demon yuan in his body was like opening the floodgates, Rao is his three hundred and sixty-five tricks are fully opened, the demon yuan is deep, and he can't withstand such consumption.

The demon yuan kept repairing the damaged body, Wei Qiqi had no time to take care of anything else, the iron rod was consumed by the divine light little by little, first there were countless more cut marks of different shades, and then the two voids were destroyed, the spirit soul was annihilated in the divine light, and the horcrux was reduced to a scrap iron again, and finally broke into three.

Lu Ping breathed a sigh of relief slightly, let go of the fourth divine light, and at that moment, Wei Qiqi was like a divine help, squeezing out of the gap between the three divine lights, opening his mouth, spewing out a rapidly rotating sword pill, and a blue rainbow light came out of the sky.

With the demon yuan to urge the natal supernatural power, this blow has been planned for a long time, and if it is unsuccessful, it will become a benevolent.

Without waiting for Lu Ping's reaction, the white divine light brushed the ground to meet the general, blocked the "rainbow" blow of the Tibetan snow sword, stalemate for a few breaths, and with a wail, it turned into a three-foot-long feather, fluttering and falling. The sword pill was also hit hard, and it bounced into the air without a trace, and the feeling of being connected was forcibly cut off, Wei Qiqi felt that his heart was empty, as if he had lost something important.

Lu Ping was in pain, he couldn't breathe through, in the past seven years, he has endured countless strange eyes, pity, contempt, ridicule, schadenfreude, cold words, he has survived, as long as the five-color divine light sickle is in his hand, he will have a day to raise his eyebrows. However, Wei Qiqi took the initiative to provoke, and the five-color divine light sickle that was regarded as his life was damaged, which became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and he finally lost his mind, and put the idea of loving his life behind him, shouted angrily, pulled the fourth divine light, and brushed it at Wei Qiqi.

The divine light left his hand, and he aged for decades in an instant, his original gray beard was dyed into frost and snow, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes penetrated deep into his skin, crisscrossing and cutting out an aging face. Qingming estimated it very accurately, with Lu Ping's cultivation, it was not enough to brush out the four divine lights, but under his anger, he became murderous, and did not hesitate to use secret techniques to overdraw Shouyuan, and also killed Wei Qiyi in one fell swoop.

Pu Tianwei subconsciously glanced at Qingming, and when he saw that his old god was there, he didn't take it seriously, and suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Sure enough, it was a matter of concern, and he neglected Wei Qiqi's back hand hidden between his eyebrows.

In the battle with Lu Ping, Wei XVII exhausted all his means, in the end, the iron rod was destroyed, the sword pill was gone, the demon yuan was exhausted, and the four divine lights of green, yellow, red, and black trapped him, and his body gradually collapsed, from the skin and flesh to the muscles and bones, from the muscles and bones to the viscera, his heart was as calm as water, and he sighed secretly, it turned out that he was still not strong enough!

Innate a little chaotic qi, when the five elements were differentiated, the Peacock King's Dharma Body was born, and it grew into five feathers on the tail, similar to a sword, green, yellow, red, black, and white five colors flowed, weighing more than the ancient mountains. Extract the spine of the Peacock King, together with the five feathers, and refine it into an ancient divine weapon, which is the five-color divine light sickle.

It's not that his skills are inferior, he lost to the five-colored divine light.

It was pitch black in front of him, and before he lost his last consciousness, Wei Seventeen Mud Pill Palace jumped suddenly, his eyebrows were sour, and a wisp of cyan gossamer flew out, seeing the divine light as nothing, only one cut, and the four feathers fell together, Lu Ping was like being struck by lightning, standing still, and countless slender blood threads appeared on his body, and "bang" scattered into flesh and blood.

It was a wisp of green sword silk that Qingming planted into his Mud Pill Palace back then.

The green and dark are vast and invincible.

Wei Qiqi fell to the ground with a bend of his knees, his hands supported his body, his arms trembled, he gasped heavily, the flesh and blood on his body were blurred, there was no intact skin, he felt hungry, hunger was like a tide, swallowing his reason, grabbing his body and mind, his eyes were round, and he was covered with a layer of red blood.

Hungry, hungry! He turned his head sharply and stared at the two figures on Shiliangyan, his eyes almost dripping blood.

"What's wrong with him?" Park Tianwei's fingers twitched, eager to try.

"The demon yuan is exhausted, the injury is too serious, the snake demon pill is devoured, and if you survive it, it is the completion of the law body. ”

Pu Tianwei laughed and said, "Lu Ping acted as a whetstone and died unjustly—could it be that this qiē is all in your calculations?"

"Pull a hair and move the whole body, every time there are many accidents in the world, who can calculate so accurately, and guide according to the situation. ”

Wei Qiqi raised his head, his limbs exerted his strength, and he retracted it, he opened his mouth, ho ho roared, saliva dripping into a line, he forced himself to leave Shiliangyan, and he couldn't resist the temptation, and turned back three times in one step.

"What is he doing?"

"He's very hungry and wants to eat blood food, there's only you and me here, hehe......" Qingming smiled weirdly.

After wandering for a long time, Wei Qiqi pounced forward, grabbed Lu Ping's flesh and blood, stuffed it into his mouth piece by piece, and devoured it. The flesh and blood turned into vitality, the vitality replenished the demon yuan, the wounds on his body began to heal, the snake tattoo on his back became clearer and clearer, his eyes were wide, and the scales were full, like a living thing.

He finally broke through his lower limit.