The three-headed Qiji, buried by huge stone bricks, arched through the ground and drilled out in disgrace. Among them was the unlucky guy whose pupils had been cut off by Tianzong, but although its eyes were damaged, its sensing of foreign objects had no effect at all.

Yi Yayi took special care of this big horse with cat-like eyes, but all the punches and kicks that smashed on it were a few points heavier than the other horses.

The two armor-wielding armourers who came to entangle with each other were not ordinary people, and their skills were not the same as those of a horse that only knew how to go on a rampage, and they rarely took punches, and occasionally forced Yi Yayi into danger.

It's just that Yi Yayi's physical body magic power runs to the extreme, and it is more indestructible than the super one-grade god realm master who urges the glazed true qi armor with all his might, so no matter how much the horse hits, it can't hurt Yi Yayi's physical body.

Tianzong was chased by the nine-headed ghost clan foreign body with perseverance, this kind of ghost creature was extremely fast, and despite all his strength to drive the black knife under his feet, he still couldn't distance himself from it. This is still the body of the nine-headed ghost clan that stiffens after death, and although the body implanted in the body has a lifeless dead primordial infant to supply the breath, it cannot stimulate the truly terrifying speed of action before its death.

After running around the very spacious underground dome three times, Tianzong finally seized an opportunity. In a sharp detour, avoid the other six ghosts, and come to the three fools who are entangled in the dragon's whiskers. Tianzong jumped down from the black knife that had been named the Tibetan Black Knife on a whim, and pointed the tip of the knife in one hand at the three-headed ghost clan.

Quickly injecting a trace of divine intent into the blade, the Tibetan Black Knife really exploded immediately, with a power that was enough to shatter half of the Pavilion, and the stars comparable to the flying sword exploded towards the three-headed ghost thing. The three-headed ghost creature was also very stupid, not only did they not know how to seek advantage and avoid harm, but they opened their mouths to bite, and they were blasted out by the power of ninety-nine willow leaf-shaped star points that burst out a hundred feet away, and after the huge power exerted on their bodies slowly dissipated, they fell from the dome to the ground.

Tianzong immediately took back the six dragon whisker strings that were free from the minions of the ghost creatures, and it was naturally a matter of joy to recover the blades in his hand, but it was a pity that Tianzong's mind was full of images of ugly-looking ghosts stuffing the dragon whisker strings into his mouth and chewing.

Those ghosts were also uncomfortable, a sharp steel tooth was blown up and blown away, and they were already dead, and they didn't know the pain, otherwise they would have to roll on the ground in pain.

Ninety-nine willow leaf-shaped black iron blades flew back upside down, the short knife turned into a long knife again, and Tianzong also blew up the blade once at the other six ghost clans who came to help, and the power was actually not lost at all, and many willow leaf iron blades were able to pierce into the relatively hard places such as the forehead and chest of the ghost thing. Tianzong made up his mind to run rampant in the world with this unreasonable move, who knew that everything was not as good as possible, the willow leaf iron blade exploded with great power, but the power recovered was too gentle, and as a result, many willow leaf iron blades that were stuck in the bones could not be recovered.

Not only that, but if this Tibetan black knife lacks a willow leaf iron blade, it will not be able to close into a long knife, and it will not be able to explode the powerful "knife crack" style again. For example, the situation that Fang Cai and others have blown up the ninety-nine willow leaves and iron blades are missing, which is really a one-in-a-million coincidence.

While thinking about how to recapture a few willow leaf iron blades, Tianzong avoided the revenge of the comeback of the nine-headed ghost clan, and his hand suddenly became light, and after the trace of divine will in the hidden black knife was exhausted, the willow leaf iron blade lost traction, and no longer hovered near the short knife, but fell straight down. Heavenly Sect hurriedly re-injected a trace of divine intent, so that he would not lose all the willow leaf iron blades.

At this moment, the nine-headed ghost clan had already gathered around and blocked all the retreats of the Heavenly Sect.

Tianzong's left hand and five fingers climbed up to the hilt of the cold light soft sword on his waist, and a dragon with fresh scales protruded from the side, grabbed an object with one claw, and still had another ghost in his mouth, and after forcibly subduing the three-headed ghost clan, the giant tail swept away when he left, and rushed the two or three ghost clans in one corner out of the encirclement.

Tianzong took the opportunity to escape, bowed his head slightly somewhere below, and resolutely continued to escape, without hurting the killer to give the ghost clan a blow to the head.

Liu Chongming divided the means to relieve the siege of Tianzong, in order to repay the previous life-saving grace, but the situation here is also urgent and dangerous, as soon as Jiaolong comes out of the blade, he has no time to care about anything else, so he did not see Tianzong's bow of thanks.

The little boy with two pupils, one gold and one black, punched the air, and the cold fist wind still swept Liu Chongming's cheeks painfully, and the light body kung fu of "walking on thin ice" slid out of a distance, and after stopping his body, Liu Chongming's right hand holding the knife trembled slightly. There was only a chance to slash out, although the bodies of these living dead were indestructible, although the magic knife no longer devoured the mind after entering the Immortal Tomb, but the moment before the knife came out, Liu Chongming had a strange feeling, as if the knife could split the child in half, and could destroy and stir up the lifeless puppet Yuan Ying in his body, creating an opportunity for the black knife in his hand to awaken the demonic nature.

Liu Chongming couldn't tell whether the knife went down was a blessing or a curse, but there was a fear in his heart, swaying like silk, lingering, so that he couldn't strengthen his mind and swing the knife indomitable.

The plain and cold knife slapped twice on the head, and Liu Longchi withdrew the Tianhu knife that had slapped a certain unfilial son, and scolded as soon as he opened his mouth: "Fool! What kind of spring and autumn dreams? That magic knife is as timid as a mouse, and when it comes to the left side of the master's tomb, it is only afraid of making a mistake, but now it is more convincing than the most inferior iron knife. Keep your dog's eyes open and see who's messing up!"

Liu Longchi said the word "dog eye", and when he thought that this dog cub was his own son, he was a little angry: "Isn't this a change of law to scold yourself?"

Liu Chongming stood beside his father, whose body was withered and his head was only slightly higher than his shoulders, and joined hands to defend against foreign enemies. At the same time, his gaze wandered, and finally stopped on an old woman with an extremely ugly appearance, and her skin was covered with scaly warts and folds. Her legs were as soft as a snake's body, she was lying on the ground, her upper body was erect, and her red tongue, which was particularly bright compared to her gray and black skin, spit out from time to time, making a "hiss" snake language.

After listening for a while, there were signs of shaking his mind, and Liu Chongming immediately cut off his ears and stabilized his mind.

The hissing snake language really has some kind of terrifying magic.

Liu Chongming also heard some legends of the rivers and lakes that were difficult to verify earlier, among which it was mentioned that the evil demon had an inhuman method of refining witches, which could cultivate living girls into witches who emitted poisonous mist. These witches are not only highly poisonous and profound, but also have a charming and demonic power. In some legends, shrine maidens use this magic to transform into beautiful women and lure men into conjuring with them to adopt yang spirits. Afterwards, the men naturally could not avoid the tragic fate of being poisoned and dying.

Although Liu Chongming didn't have the slightest idea about this legend, after seeing the old woman who was very likely to be the image of the legendary witch, he still couldn't help but fight a cold and vicious battle.

After stabilizing the mind, I opened my ears, guarded my heart, and listened to the confusing snake language, in fact, the power was not so strong. On the contrary, the two-colored boy with the pupils next to him and the two armor-wielding warriors are becoming more and more intimate, and it is relatively more tricky and imminent.

Sikong Shenzai is still standing by and watching, not because he has selfish intentions, but because his rash action will only make the stalemate more difficult to solve, and it will not help the overall situation.

These living dead people rely on their internal organs to pull the dead Yuan Infant to consume the remaining strength to cause the physical body to act, although it is a loss-making business that is dry and the fish only loses money, but it should not be impossible to exhaust the breath of a few ordinary people in the first-grade realm. After all, the era in which that immortal lived was the heyday of the extremely magnificent martial arts, if this array was originally set up to stop a top figure like the White Feather Sword Immortal He Chongshu, or even a land immortal who surpassed his means and abilities, then blindly resisting stubbornly was not a feat, but a self-defeating death.

Although he admits that he has a shallow knowledge of Qimen techniques, Sikong Shenzai still hopes to resolve the situation by cracking the Qimen Ancient Array, even if it only disrupts the rhythm of one of the links, the subtle changes brought about may be enough to change the dead end.

It's a pity that from the eight doors, six potentials and eighteen rounds that Sikong God thought at the beginning, it has now expanded to seventy-two rounds, and each game has six potentials. It is no wonder that every living dead is like a living person, capable of coping with the ever-changing variety.

Moreover, such as the Xuan'ao man sitting on the emperor's court, the thin old man with the talisman sword on his back, the beautiful woman with Qiulan and the green bamboo tied around her waist, the serpentine old woman who is the legendary witch, and the young man with the halberd and the tall white tiger beside him, still did not move.

Once they participate in the slaughter, it is unknown whether this change may increase to 360 rounds, and perhaps reach an astonishing 1,080 rounds.

Sikong Shen knew it in his own heart, and he expected him, a layman, to deduce and find changes in the formation, but he just hoped that he would be able to meet a dead mouse and accidentally find the weak link in the connection.

It's such a faint hope of watching the sky and eating purely by luck, which is also broken by foreign objects.

A huge white tiger as tall as Qiji's horse roared and stood out, and almost at the same time Sikong Shen slid out from the side, but the sharp long claws still broke through Sikong Shen's clean gentleman's Confucian robe.

After standing up, the exposed silk threads twisted like fine insects, and the broken joints were woven one after another, and the holes were made up for without blinking, and there was no sign of missing them. Sikong Shen's use of divine will can be described as perfect, the details can be embroidered and braided, and the majestic places can move mountains and open rivers.

With one arm in the air and five fingers in the void, the limbs of this xenomorph white tiger were slightly lifted off the ground, but unfortunately it moved too fast, shook its body, removed its restraints, and rushed with a tiger roar.

The xenomorph white tiger rushed like a white thunderbolt, so fast that it was a little difficult to catch by the eyes. But a young boy carrying a slender halberd, but from a hundred steps away to catch up with the white tiger, I saw him hold the halberd on the ground, prop himself on the white tiger's back, and then tightly clamp the tiger's belly with his legs rooted.

The young man drove the tiger and ran wildly, and pointed out that the tip of the halberd was at the same level as the shoulder height.

Sikong Shen was breathing softly, and huge 10,000-pound bricks were hanging upside down!

Sikong Shen patted the dexterous iron sword that was as docile and obedient as a kitten next to him, "It's your turn!"

The Dao-style iron sword flashed away;

Thousands of pounds of huge bricks poured down.

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The halberd was weightless, the young man held the halberd and pointed, and the 10,000-pound bricks as hard as gold and iron stopped the momentum of falling one by one, and exploded silently, as thin as gravel.

The bright sword light was a long rainbow, and the white thunder retreated like a flood, and the thunder in the sky exploded one after another along the way.

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I am Wu Qishu, as the co-leader of Jiujiang, I was actually arranged to speak in such a back place, I am very angry. I want to state one thing, I am not afraid of the White Feather Sword Immortal, I am respectful, respectful, understand?