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He slapped another palm on his heart, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, dyeing the blue flying insect bloody. This mouthful of essence blood contains evil energy, and the blood-stained flying insects are all stained with the evil qi of the white-bearded old man. The flying insects, which were originally quiet, suddenly became irritable and buzzed in the air, making people upset.

"Kill!"

The white-bearded old man's face was hideous, but pale, and it was obvious that this mouthful of essence blood contained a lot of strength in him.

Tens of thousands of blood-colored flying insects turned into blood rays and killed Luo Xiaotian at different angles, sealing all the spaces to dodge, leaving Luo Xiaotian with no way out.

The blue in the eyes of the blue-eyed man flickered, emitting two blue lights. Where those two rays of light were caused, all the water vapor was drained and poured into the two rays of light. There is also a huge amount of spiritual power that is attracted and merges into the light together.

Luo Xiaotian roared angrily, and the iron rod swept away, blocking the two blue lights.

A huge force came from the iron rod, Luo Xiaotian's hands cracked, and the iron rod was shocked and came out. And the two rays of light were also deflected, shooting out into the distance, and in an instant they were hundreds of miles away in the ocean.

Then, a huge explosion was heard, and hundreds of feet of water were blown up on the surface of the sea, and the corpses of countless creatures in the sea flew up, including many demon beasts.

"Up!"

Luo Xiaotian didn't pause, his arms slapped on the ground, and the ground rolled up a ten-zhang thick wave of earth, rolling up Luo Xiaotian and the sloppy king and wrapping them in. On the dirt bag, there are earthy yellow runes flashing, reinforcing it into a shield comparable to steel.

The blood-colored flying insects crashed into it, knocking out holes several feet deep. Although it didn't break in, it was only a matter of time before it broke through this layer of dirt shield.

The man with blue pupils had an extremely ugly face, if Fang Cai's blow fell on Luo Xiaotian, even if he didn't die, he would lose his combat effectiveness. But he was forcibly avoided by Luo Xiaotian, but it was the white-bearded old man's attack that was not so powerful that trapped Luo Xiaotian. This made him feel very shameless, but it was not good to be angry with the white-bearded old man.

"Elder Liu, break this turtle shell!" the man with blue eyes took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Although the white-bearded old man is not as talented and powerful as a man with blue eyes, he has lived several times longer than a man with blue eyes, and he is naturally proficient in the way of human affairs. How could he not see the anger in the heart of the man with blue pupils, not only at Luo Xiaotian, but also at him.

Immediately, his heart was bitter, and he didn't dare to disobey the young master's order on his face, and he said: "Young master, please rest assured, the old man only needs a pillar of incense to break this layer of shield." ”

As he spoke, he held out five fingers.

The man with blue eyes nodded to indicate that he knew, and the white-bearded old man said a pillar of incense, which was for Luo Xiaotian, and stretched out five fingers, saying that he only needed five breaths.

In the soil bag, Luo Xiaotian heard the words of the white-bearded old man, how could he not know whether it was true or false. There is absolutely no need for a pillar of incense, maybe ten breaths, maybe shorter. He had to prepare right away.

A finger on the center of his eyebrows, instantly mobilized the primordial magic array in the sea of consciousness, and summoned the primordial magic array in it.

"Burst!"

With a slap of the bag, ten drops of the essence blood of the innate gods dripped out, gathered into a ball, and gathered at his fingertips. As your fingertips swipe through the air, you leave behind a subtle and simple character.

This character does not belong to any civilization, and its shape is not fixed, it can be extremely complex or simple, but no matter how it changes, it has the same meaning-

Fantasy.

The moment the character appeared, Luo Xiaotian felt that his divine consciousness was instantly sublimated, not a quantitative change, but a qualitative change. The scope of the consciousness does not grow, but extends towards subtlety. Sweeping with his divine sense, every particle in the air became visible, as if he was looking at the world through a microscope, but it was different, and the scope of his vision was still so large.

Luo Xiaotian felt that everything in his body could be seen clearly. Those bodies that used to look intact now look like they have cracks. Those were all dark wounds left on the body. These dark injuries will not have any effect, but if they reach a certain level of cultivation and have not been removed, they will cause damage to themselves that is difficult to recover. Unless it is a perfect body that is cultivated without leakage, these dark wounds will exist. And if it weren't for the previous repair of the body's iron rod, these cracks would have been even more.

The sublimation of the divine consciousness was only a moment, and then it fell back again. I suddenly felt a lot of discomfort, like a person who has experienced luxury, and it is difficult to get used to the days of poverty. Luo Xiaotian is like this now.

Suppress those uncomfortable feelings, mobilize all your strength, and transmit them into the characters in front of you.

is a small character, but it is like a black hole extracting Luo Xiaotian's power, and there is no bottom.

Luo Xiaotian gritted his teeth, and swallowed another drop of the essence blood of the innate gods, and the instantaneous power filled his body, but in an instant, it was drained again.

"I don't believe it!"

Luo Xiaotian's face turned ruthless, and he directly took out eight drops of the essence blood of the innate gods. He took up to ten drops at a time, had already taken two drops, and took up to eight drops, otherwise his body would collapse directly. God knows if it will be the same as that day, the body is repaired by the power of the iron rod. If the iron rod falls off the chain, it will be over.

Eight drops of blood dripped into the abdomen, and the power that was instantly full was instantly drained.

The last drop of blood entered his abdomen, and after ten times of being drained, Luo Xiaotian's face was already pale.

At this time, the characters floating in front of him finally stopped drawing his power, and then there was an unfinished meaning. In other words, it was only three minutes full.

Luo Xiaotian couldn't cry or laugh, his strength was drained ten times, and he only filled three layers of this phantom word. If this character is completely filled, even a monk who controls the Skyclave will be drained several times.

It's a long story, but it's only been three breaths.

Luo Xiaotian imprinted his palm on the phantom word and pressed it suddenly.

"Array!"

The phantom word was pressed on the ground, and in an instant, countless formations spread out, as if they were growing on their own, growing outward, all out of the range of the soil bag, until a ten-zhang square circle of formation patterns appeared.

Luo Xiaotian's face was cold: "If you want to kill me, you will die first!"

Outside the soil bag, the white-bearded old man manipulated those blood-colored flying insects to crash into it again and again, and the soil bag had been knocked into like a grassland where locusts had crossed. At this rate, it only takes four breaths to break through the dirt bag.