55 Who art thou?
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Even Shang Lu's eyes were in disbelief, and even a little frightened. "Who the hell are you?"
The mist on the giant in front of him was even more condensed than his own, and even a trace of it could turn into a completely pure black.
I saw Qin Chuan pondering for a moment. "Carving insect skills, dabbling in one or two. ”
The bull's head was not in the horse's mouth, which made the eyes of several people behind him show a little weirdness.
On the other hand, Shang Lu's eyes showed a look of anger, the original casualness was no longer there, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and with a roar, he struck towards Qin Chuan. "I see that you are refining qi at the first level, what are you going to fight with me!"
Perhaps even he didn't realize that this cursed bloodline brought special powers, and even could make people intoxicated. That's why you get angry when you find out that someone has stolen your secret art.
The giant moved slowly, but his hands moved extremely quickly. In just a split second, dozens of fights were made.
This corner was already cramped and narrow, and most of the body of the giant that Shang Lu had incarnated into was still buried in the black mist, and the two were almost face to face, so the collision was even more violent.
In just one breath, Shang Lu calmed down, stepped back a little, and breathed slightly. The black qi giant that Qin Chuan turned into was too condensed, bringing an incomparably oppressive feeling.
But whenever there is a collision, it is often yourself who suffers, and the fog on the giant's body is not condensed, and under the entanglement, it will definitely dissipate more.
"It's just one layer of Qi refining! Although for some reason, your secret technique will be so much more condensed than mine, but I will consume you to death!"
As soon as the words fell, I saw that he suddenly pointed towards the black mist. The three-headed tiger-headed fog beast was suddenly revealed, and with a hideous roar, it rushed towards the door of Qin Chuan.
But seeing that Qin Chuan's eyes were more different, he also pointed towards the black mist, and the three wolf-shaped fog beasts manifested after a burst of ripples, and the saliva in his mouth fell to the ground with low dripping, which was very charming.
Among the hundred beasts, the wolf was not the strongest, but Qin Chuan had never seen the rest, so he summoned the one he was most familiar with.
Shang Lu saw it in his eyes, and his eyes were more surprised. "You, you only watched me perform it once, and then remembered it?" The words were full of disbelief.
"Don't talk nonsense, what else can you do, use it all!"
"Even if it is consumed, it will consume you to death!" his eyes flashed, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.
The two fought each other, each with their own shortcomings, and for a while it was difficult to solve. However, between the six fog beasts, the judgment is high and low.
When Shang Lu summoned the Tiger Head Mist Beast, he didn't expect that it would be learned by Qin Chuan. One of the drawbacks of this technique is that if you don't use your mind to control the fog beasts, then these fog beasts will fight on their own.
On the other hand, Qin Chuan, under the multi-purpose of the heart, the fog beast is concentric, and the battle against the tiger head is one after another.
However, after a cup of tea, I saw that the mist on the tiger's head fog beast had become much thinner, and it was about to dissipate. Suddenly, Shang Lu patted the storage bag, held the wooden cup in the palm of his hand, and opened a gap.
Shang Qi's dantian was taken out as the eye of the Reverse Life Sacrifice Refining Array, and even the soul blood was stripped away, and those who naturally died could not die again.
However, his strange favorite, Ghost Seven, was retained, and he wanted to make a thought, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.
Ghost Seven flew out along the gap in the wooden cup, turned into a general human form, and stood in front of Shang Lu. Shang Lu silently recited the mantra in his mouth, although he was half-baked, he finally urged Ghost Qi.
Shang Lu's eyes showed ruthlessness, the fog beast was obviously invincible, but it could still support for a while, as long as Qin Chuan was defeated during this time, all problems would dissipate.
In his mind, Qin Chuan seemed to be able to learn the spells related to yin qi in a very short period of time, although it was incredible, but he had finally done it. And Ghost Seven is a strange pet, and he is not afraid of mist, and it is not a problem to kill Qin Chuan who is at the first level of Qi refining.
Thinking of this, its offensive became more and more fierce, and it did not hesitate to pay the price of the fog on its own giant to dissipate faster. In the roar, even the leylines trembled a little, making people unsteady on their feet.
The so-called bystanders are clear, Wan Tong and the others saw all the situation in their eyes, and they were naturally anxious in their hearts, and even only halfway through the breath, they forcibly interrupted their luck, wanting to desperately sacrifice the magic weapon and drive the ghost seven out.
However, Qin Chuan was not worried about this in his heart, and even had some intention in his eyes. As early as in the turbulent Yin Domain, he refined three gray threads as Danbao.
Danbao contains its own aura and will, but it cannot last forever, and needs to be replenished every once in a while. Therefore, the gray line in the heart of Ghost Qimei has no control, and he must not sneak attack Shang Lu at the first time when his body is revealed.
Qin Chuan had already understood the Yin Qi, and it was easy to control it, and it was also extremely easy to control the ghosts bred by the Yin Qi.
When Ghost Qi got closer and closer to him, the fierce light in his eyes first turned confused, and then became soft, and when he touched Qin Chuan's outstretched right hand, there was even pleasure.
Qin Chuan in front of him is his father! It seems that the child has returned home and seen his elders after a long absence!
When Ghost Qi turned his head, his gaze at Shang Lu was full of coldness, which made his heart tremble.
"Who are you!" Shang Lu glared angrily, his face changed drastically, and cold sweat couldn't stop breaking out, as if he had lost his sense of proportion for a while.
"The one who took your dog's life!" Qin Chuan stepped out, although it was the body of a giant, it was still full of agility, without the slightest sense of stagnation, as if he was born like this.
And the person in front of him seemed to have lost his soul, his face was pale, and he kept chattering. "Who are you...", he was suddenly unaware of Qin Chuan's direct punch.
At the moment when Qin Chuan's fist touched his body, Shang Lu's eyes suddenly showed agility, and even a little cunning. "You've been fooled!"
He was extremely quick with his hands, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times. At the moment when Qin Chuan touched him, he directly took off a pearl jade pinned to the secret place on his waist in advance, and then crushed it fiercely, regardless of the sharp fragments inlaid in the palm of his hand.
"Click!"
Only a crisp sound was heard, and suddenly, a layer of ripples appeared in front of Shang Lu's body, like the waves of water stirred by a stone falling on the surface of the lake, turning transparent.
Qin Chuan's punch had no resistance, and directly passed through Shang Lu, rushing straight into the black mist.
Seeing that the giant directly broke into the tumbling black mist, Shang Lu's eyes gradually became excited.
"Hahaha! No matter how strong you are, if you are not a merchant of mine, if you enter this black mist, it will only cause dust burial, and your whole body will burst and die!"
He stared at the tumbling black mist, and his smile became more and more hideous, and under the flashing thunder light, it became clearer and clearer. Unconsciously, he held his breath, trying to hear more clearly, looking for the screams that might be there in the next second.
However, the imaginary sound did not appear for a long time. A trace of cold sweat ran down his cheeks and fell to the ground with a 'tick'.