Emperor Lan's heart turned upside down, and he felt that his head was buzzing, but he really broke it, and the green tendons on his head burst out, and he shouted, "What else to check, forcibly bring the sword soul back to me."

The shadow didn't seem to be able to get back to his senses, or he didn't know how tense the situation was now, so he subconsciously hesitated and asked, "Don't you absorb the alien beast?"

In this case, even if you bring back the sword soul, if you are unlucky, it may be a jade rank, but under normal circumstances, it is probably a remnant soul.

How could Emperor Lan not understand that his heart was dripping blood, no, he was spurting blood, a lifetime of accumulation, all the treasures of Australia were pressed up, bankrupt, desperate, it was a last resort, and the pearl of wisdom was in his hand, but

"Who the hell is doing bad things to me"

Emperor Lan was almost about to go crazy, and yelled at the mirror, "Absorb it, bring the sword soul back to me, if you can't bring it back, you will destroy it"

Emperor Lan is indeed a person who should be decided, a strong man breaks his wrist, and there is an admirable decision!

Of course, he is not a saint, at this moment an order, his heart is also bleeding, anyone who goes bankrupt, desperate, in the end the bamboo basket is empty, he has to be heartbroken, and even collapse, suicide to extricate himself, he can still maintain clear thinking, calm analysis, it is not easy.

The shadow obeys his orders, and he can't take care of the female cultivator in Canada, thinking of the mad shadow he met before, he always feels that there are a pair of eyes staring at him, and he shiveres all over, but he doesn't dare to delay, his body moves, just looking at the flash, it has turned into an angry arrow off the string, and the sound of breaking the air is like a pistol shot with a silencer, and in an instant, he jumped into the sky above the sword soul.

The ghost's hands slashed down, and the left and right palms "snapped" together, the sound was like a thunderous explosion, tightly holding the sword soul, the sword soul was only a dozen centimeters, and it also floated in the air, but the moment the shadow grabbed it, with a crackle, the golden arc around the sword soul exploded, and the arc shot and swept out, within a radius of 100 meters, the sky was full of golden arcs shining.

"Ahh

The shadow sneered in an arc of electricity around his body, and let out a heartfelt roar, wisps of black smoke rose from his hands, and his skin peeled off like large chunks of dandruff, revealing the red flesh inside.

The phantom roared, ignoring the injury, his legs squatted in the air for a horse step, and there was another roar, his legs slammed up, his hands exerted force, and he drew his sword soul angrily, this time, there was a loud bang, and a stream of air on his body was like the vent of a pressure cooker suddenly opened, and the invisible airflow erupted, and the clothes on his body were blown into rags, fluttering in the air, and only a few rags were left on his body to cover his shame.

At the same time as he exerted his strength, the ground of the sword pond gave birth to bright red blood threads thick with skipping ropes, like a small snake drilled out of the soil, elongated the blood-red body, and gathered towards the sword soul in a zigzag manner, the blood threads seemed to be slow and fast, almost at the moment when the phantom broke out, densely intertwined with each other, converging into a thick strand, tightly bound to one end of the sword soul, it looked like a huge blood-red root born in the ground, one end was dead on the ground, and the other side grabbed the sword soul alive to resist the power of the ghost.

This is the instinctive protection of the sword soul by the sword cultivation pool.

The shadow was about to crack, his eyes were full of cobweb-like bloodshots, his lips were exposed to the upper and lower gums, the green tendons on his head were bursting out, and there was a roar, if the strong man who plucked the weeping willows, not to mention the hands, but the skin on the face, all over the body, began to fall off like a large piece of dander, and the dandruff that fell off was not falling, but floating weightlessly, and some of them slowly floated up, and at the same time, the blood on his body was also mixed in it drop by drop, floating in the air.

The phantom shadow is really desperate, the cultivators of the Dan Immortal have exerted their strength, even at the cost of damaging the body, the power that erupts is extremely terrifying, although the sword cultivation pool instinctively competes with the phantom, but the sword soul is still point by point, pulled out from the dense blood.

This is undoubtedly fueling the uprooting.

Ye Qing's heart was beating when he saw it, "This old boy wants the overlord to bow hard!"

"It's okay, the sword soul needs to be taken care of gently, even if you pull out the radish, you have to pay attention to it, this look like a mad tiger, impatient, eighty percent of the sword soul is going to be ruined. ”

"Ah...... Ah......h

The shadow raised his head and roared loudly, the thunderous roar that lasted for a long time, and it seemed that it was going to do whatever it took.

Ye Qing was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but now he didn't dare to do it if he wanted to, and he really couldn't say anything bitter in his heart. Just now, he used his essence and blood to remove the yin and evil qi for the female cultivators, a dozen drops at once, this is not a dozen drops of saliva, it is the essence of his body, the damage after overdraft, not to mention what magical powers are used, now I can maintain a hidden body Thank God, if you use the aura again, the bad results will be...... Or even more serious cases, in case that limit is exceeded...... It's going to die.

Although he made an inappropriate analogy, Ye Qing is in such a situation now, and if he does it again, it will cause irreversible damage to Ye Qing, and even really endanger his life.

Ye Qing was hidden in the void, his face was pale, and he was sweating like pulp, that is, the Supreme Dao Immortal Venerable was strong-willed, and his heart was like a rock, if he was an ordinary cultivator, I am afraid that he would not be able to support it and faint, fortunately, he still had a nine-trick elixir left on his body, and he couldn't wait to swallow it in his mouth, and suddenly his whole body was warm, as if he was suddenly surrounded by the warm afternoon sun in the cold of the ice and snow, and every blood vessel and every meridian seemed to be gently massaged by his little hands.

He didn't expect such a serious situation, after all, he had never sacrificed a dozen drops of essence blood at once before, but he didn't regret it at all, if he was given another chance to choose, he would not hesitate to come to the rescue, no matter what, he had to keep his promise, and he must not watch Amy die in front of his eyes.

Otherwise, it would be an insult to the Supreme Dao Immortal Venerable.

The yellow outer pill also spun around the top of his head, and taking this nine-trick elixir at least changed the situation of sitting and waiting to die, and he was able to shoot with all his strength a few times without causing any damage.

Even if he wanted to show up now, he wouldn't be able to show up, and I was afraid that if he wanted to capture the sword soul, it would be extremely difficult. Now, he could only watch the shadow pull out his sword with all his strength, and he could only absorb the Nine Aperture Immortal Pill with all his strength, hoping for the moment when he could make a move.

Now he is competing with the phantom for time, if he really lets the old boy pull out the sword soul, it will basically be a bamboo basket for nothing.

At this moment, Amy and the others were all pale, as if they had just recovered from a serious illness, and they sat on the ground one by one, looking weak.

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