The thunder rolled down to a stop, and a white tiger's mouth iron sword as tall as a horse, and the Dao-style iron sword rattled.

Sikong Shen was not in a hurry, his hands sealed the pagoda, and the edict said: "All evils are forbidden, and shackles are added!"

There was a hurricane on the ground, and the entrained and large and small gravel spiraled up, and the young man with the halberd happened to stand in the place where the gravel and brick powder were piled up, and the vision was full of flying sand and whirling stones, occasionally hitting the iron halberd, and sparks were splashing.

It's just that the boy has been dead for tens of thousands of years, and he can't feel the pressure of the approaching sand and stones, and even the powerful stones like arrows hit his body, only making a dull sound, as if they were hitting thick leather.

However, this living dead thing, which looks like a young man, senses the senses of foreign objects and is obscured by sand and stones, and it is much more tamed for a while.

Sikong Shen drew an arc on the ground on his toes, and the Dao-style iron sword was torn out of the tiger's mouth inch by inch, and the hard sword body and sharp fangs were grinding and babbling, although the process was slow, it was still forcibly broken free by the iron sword.

The flying sand swirls were piled up on top of each other, forming a sturdy stone tower, which surrounded the boy. In addition to trapping the corpse, he also imprisoned the divine consciousness of the half-dead primordial infant in the body.

The vicious white tiger paced slowly, not daring to take the liberty of stepping forward.

For a moment, Sikong God felt that this white tiger was not a dead thing under the operation and manipulation of the formation, but a truly conscious creature.

Once such thoughts arise, it is tantamount to not being able to recognize the situation clearly, and it will also lose confidence in breaking the formation.

Sikong Shen was a little upset for no reason, and the white tiger, who was originally pacing slowly to find the opportunity, immediately made up his mind, gave up the Dao-style iron sword hovering in the air, and ran wildly on all fours, more like an extremely fast white lightning bolt than before.

It actually hit the hard stone tower with its head that was more than ten zhang high and nearly one zhang thick, and the giant tower formed by the superposition of dozens of thousands of catties of huge bricks was actually shaken by this terrifying huge force, and the tower body trembled and swayed left and right.

There was a crack in the tower, but it was not from the outside in, but from the inside out.

The White Tiger, who awakens his partner in a brutal way, turns his target and shows his claws, wanting to stop Sikong Shen's presence and gain as much attention and pressure as possible to help his companion get out as soon as possible.

This kind of strategy, although it is superficial, but it is also an extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming task to say that the ancients accurately deduced it tens of thousands of years ago, and eliminated possible accidents one by one.

This time, it deserves to afford the word "meticulous"!

Before Sikong Shen could think of it, something above him fell sharply and smashed on the back of the white tiger.

The majestic white tiger who grabbed the stone tower without being injured in the slightest was smashed to the ground on all fours, and before he could turn over and fight back, the culprit on his back fled as soon as possible, causing the corpse of the white tiger, which should have been emotionless, to open his mouth and roar.

Witnessing what happened here, Sikong Shenzai was a little speechless, the "object" smashed down from the sky was nothing else, but the Heavenly Sect with the strength of the super-first-class rank of the martial realm. However, the reason why he fell from above was not to help Sikong Shen, but because he was crushed and chased by the ghost clan all the way, and he stayed on the slender flying sword that he transferred for too long, and he fell from a nap, and happened to hit the white tiger's head.

When Tianzong woke up and found that he was lying on the back of a huge tiger, he almost crawled and rolled to escape from the tiger's mouth, and the cold light sword fell from the sky, without slowing down at all along the way, and after carrying the master, he could suddenly speed up, that is, he escaped from the threat of the white tiger, and also slightly widened the distance from the nine-headed hateful ghost clan.

After this commotion, Sikong Shen no longer had hope of using Qimen Dunjia's magic theory to crack the formation, and now he had to transfer it to forcibly break the formation by brute force.

As the former sect leader of the notorious Shuoluo Sect, Sikong Shen is far above the four of them in terms of martial arts rank and enemy-breaking power, and just one way of "moving mountains" is beyond the reach of everyone.

His willingness to contribute at the moment will naturally be of great benefit in breaking the deadlock.

The rich murderous aura spread in all directions, and the air seemed to be able to drip viscous blood. Tianzong, who had escaped for his life, shivered, and the cold hairs on his back stood on end. The movement of the fist swinging like splashing ink is also slightly sluggish. While beware of the snake-shaped witch disturbing his mind, Liu Chongming, who was dealing with the two-colored boy and the two armor-wielding warriors, was even more shocked, and the river of qi in his body was churning endlessly.

Only Liu Longchi, the grand guest of Shenhua Hou Mansion, stopped the knife in his hand and looked up, his expression was dignified, surprised, and even a little imperceptible excitement.

In the air, a pale blue snowflake slowly fell.

No matter how the white tiger dodged, the snowflake followed it like a shadow, always falling towards the place where its body was.

The light snowflakes hadn't touched anything, and a thin layer of hoarfrost had already condensed on the huge brick surface. The stone tower was densely packed with tiny hexagonal ice picks from top to bottom, and the extremely weak breath fluctuations in the stone tower were immediately suppressed.

The white tiger was more fierce than the big horse at the shoulder, and the hard stone brick surface was hooked by the claws of the claws, and finally after the running speed reached the limit, it opened an inconspicuous distance between itself and the light light blue snowflake.

So the snowflake that should have fallen on the forehead of the white tiger touched a tiger's claw, this snowflake contains endless energy, and in an instant, tens of millions of snowflakes were continuously derived, a single snowflake was thin and small, but thousands of snowflakes tightly covered the entire front paws of the white tiger, and the number of snowflakes continued to skyrocket, and the area occupied became wider and wider.

The snowflakes not only kept devouring the white tiger's body, but also spread to the ground, so that the white tiger was pinned to the spot, and no matter what struggles he made, he could not break free from the confinement of his left front paw.

Sikong Shen's resolute face was a little pale, this kind of condensation of the void into reality "Heaven and earth laws take one of them" means is already at the level of immortal arts, to support such a secret technique beyond the scope of martial arts, the amount of true qi and divine breath required is immeasurably huge.

For Yi Yayi and Tianzong, who had seen the huge magic of the White Feather Sword Immortal He Chongshu, the ingestion of the immortal mysterious energy "Immortal Hua" necessary to activate the secret art of the immortal realm was the difficult bottleneck that the martial artists in the world could not practice such techniques.

Liu Longchi and Liu Chongming, father and son, are the first time to see the immortal realm beyond the realm of humane martial arts, which seems to have similarities with all kinds of Taoist techniques common in the world, but they are not the same. The Taoist secret technique takes the wisdom of heaven and earth, borrowing all kinds of vitality from heaven and earth, such as wind, fire, thunder and lightning, adding talismans or magic weapons, in the final analysis, it is a thief, gathering and stealing the unappreciated free qi between heaven and earth. The plot can only be regarded as a fly camp dog, and the gain is sparse and bleak.

However, the Xianhua Realm is more like a businessman, with the energy of the fairy realm in his hand, which is a popular and unimpeded currency, and can barter with heaven and earth, of course, it is not restricted, and he can infinitely obtain the force of a certain initial state between heaven and earth. The premise is that you have enough "silver taels" on hand!

After tens of thousands of years of decay, this bowl-sized white autumn orchid is still vivid, as if from the moment it picks off the mother plant, all the vitality has been sealed, and it has not passed a minute and a half.

Sikong Shen reached the peak of both the operation of the exercises and the sense of divine consciousness at this moment, so he was able to see the slender figure looming behind the autumn orchid.

Sikong God made a quick decision and recalled the Dao-style iron sword that was wandering around aimlessly, but the direction in which the iron sword flew back was not where Sikong God was, and the flying sword carried the sound of breaking through the sky, wrapped in huge power, and shot at the white tiger who was imprisoned.

The huge white tiger kept changing its shape, but the claw was completely frozen and motionless, and was cut off by the flying sword at the shoulder. The stump then shattered into crumble ice and quickly withered.

Sikong Shen rushed towards the autumn orchid in a fit fit, and a pale blue snowflake came first, lingering around the body of the owner who was running.

The white Qiulan's flight trajectory suddenly froze, and the faint figure behind it seemed to be caught off guard, knocking Qiulan into her chest. This white orchid was so fragile that it immediately withered and shattered when it was hit, turning into rotten dust.

The skin on the woman's body, which was still flowing forward, turned from black to white, and the shriveled flesh under the skin quickly plumped and plumped, and with each step, it seemed that time had been turned back five hundred years. It wasn't until the bright eyes that could drip spring water were restored to their original state that the woman could be regarded as recovering her former stunning appearance. If it weren't for the lack of a trace of living fireworks in his eyes, he could truly be called a resurrection from the dead.

Sikong God had an extra tax ice pick in his hand, and threw it with the help of the momentum of the attack.

The lifelike woman's white and slender jade hands swayed, and layers of autumn orchid petals were piled up in front of her, blocking the power of the ice picks. The woman's feet were like stepping on colorful clouds, her body fluttering, and she calmly dodged the attack.

In the air, a Dao-style iron sword went straight to the door, and the woman turned slightly sideways, avoiding the sharp edge of the sword. When the hilt of the sword appeared in front of her, the woman stretched out her five fingers, which were as slender as shallots, and grasped the iron sword. With a slight shake, it shattered the divine aura attached to the Dao-style iron sword.

The woman lifted her sword and volleyed into the air, and her graceful figure did not fall.

Sikong Shen smiled at the pale face that had not yet recovered his blood, and his plan had succeeded.

The Dao-style iron sword that had already surrendered and surrendered gushed out a bone-chilling cold, and a very fine and tiny snowflake shot out from the sword groove, sticking to the skin on the back of the woman's hand, and the layers of white frost quickly spread.

The massive white tiger that had lost one of its claws was greatly affected in its speed, and just as it was about to arrive, it leaped high in the air, trying to sacrifice itself for the woman who knew it was unusual at first sight.

A light and shadow slammed in, entangled with the white tiger, and rolled to the ground.

As soon as the white tiger raised his head, he smashed down with a punch that broke the mountain and opened the river, and Yi Liyi rode to the chest and abdomen of the three-legged white tiger, regardless of the only remaining front paw scratching on his body, in one go, and punched a thousand punches in the blink of an eye.

In fact, the claws that had not even scratched the epidermis of Yi Yayi's body hung down softly, and the internal organs were seriously damaged, and he could no longer use his breath to run the body.

Yi Yayi left behind the white tiger who was gradually cutting off his breath, his eyes were cold, his legs were kicked like whips, and the sound of breaking the air was sizzling. Two tall armorers wearing gold and red armor were swept by the waist, and the other armor took the opportunity to slash down on the head.

The hexagonal copper mace came to an abrupt end when it fell to the ordinary, and an arm that could not be called how thick it was raised high, and the slightly slender five fingers were bent and closed, and the copper mace, which was thicker than the arm, was firmly controlled between the stock lengths.

Yi Liyi's body seems to have an abyss with endless potential, and the more you dig and sharpen, the more you can open up a wide and deep power.

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Ever since Sikong God sealed the halberd-wielding boy in the tower with gravel and gravel, the connection between all the living dead here has weakened by more than a cent, and the majesty and spirit of the eight great formations have also been darkened, so the suppression of the divine will caused to everyone has been reduced by eighty.

Among them, the most obvious recovery of strength is the Liulongchi, which opened up the ancient realm of Yuanying and the Tianzong, who hid this realm.

Encountered the nine-headed ghost clan chasing and crushing all the way, so the Heavenly Sect, who had accumulated a stomach full of grievances, stopped his body and stood in the void, the cold light sword and the Tibetan black knife were held in both hands, and there was no support under his feet.

The willow leaf iron pieces that had been stuck in the skulls of many ghost clans seemed to be summoned to return home, and they flew back upside down one after another, merging with the Tibetan black knife as short as a dagger.

The ghost clan came head-on, and Tianzong had no intention of avoiding it, and rushed into the ghost clan with fit.

It is the villain's ambition, ah no!

The cold light sword is dazzling, and the Tibetan black knife is powerful.

For a while, I saw stumps and broken arms and ugly heads flying together, and an agile figure interspersed left and right, reversing the previous situation in one fell swoop, killing these ghost clans without the power to resist.

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The Liu father and son split one of the arms of the little boy with one golden and one black eyes, and the last red little Jiao swam out of the sleeve of the willow dragon pool, burrowed into the left eye of the little boy, and drilled out of the right eye, swallowing the breath of the Yuan Infant that had been concocted in his body into his abdomen.

The old man stood with his knife in hand, and beside him stood his son, who was getting older and less entertained. However, at this moment, the old man was obviously in a good mood, and it was rare to speak calmly: "Now that the power of the bond in all parts of this array has been greatly exhausted, and the suppression of our minds is not as strong as before, you can see how the man sitting on the emperor's dragon chair is different from a dead thing." ”

Liu Chongming didn't dare to slack off and stared intently. After discovering that the hidden fog miasma that obscured the temptation of the divine will had faded, the primordial infant divine breath on the bodies of many dead things could be probed. Only this middle-aged man who sat in the imperial opinion from beginning to end, did not leak even the slightest hint of divine aura.

Liu Chongming cautiously probed: "Is it a trap?"

Liu Longchi, the grand guest of the Hou Mansion, nodded, and at the same time bloomed a heroic smile, seeing Liu Chongming dizzy, he had the impression that the only old man in the world with kinship and blood had gradually entered his twilight years, and his state of mind had already become a dead ash with the death of his mother, and he couldn't imagine that he would have such a high-spirited moment. Over the years, the old man's methods have gradually leaned towards the evil path of yin owls and blood, and his bones have been contaminated with the military breath accumulated in the barracks battle array. The old man said word by word: "It's a trap, it's also a turning point! It depends on whether Tan Shen can trap Jiaolong!"

Liu Chongming couldn't help grinning at his father, like a young boy more than ten years ago, and said firmly: "I am willing to be a pioneer!"

The old man didn't raise his eyelids and said, "Go!"

Liu Chongming's legs were like dragonflies in water, and he came to the gorgeous emperor ten feet away, although the middle-aged man's face was slightly sunken and blackened, but his lofty aura could not be concealed. Next to Luan Yu stood an old Taoist priest wearing an ancient Taoist robe with a thick talisman sword on his back.

The two great rivers of qi veins in his body suddenly began to appear in the scene of rolling waves for no reason, but Liu Chongming did not deliberately suppress it, and let the two rivers rise and rise, and Gu Zi ran around.

The sword qi is like a river rolling upside down, overwhelming the sky and obscuring the horizon.

The surging sword qi collided head-on, and collided with Liu Chongming's condensed body surface with the protective glazed true qi armor, and the sound was like thunder.

The source of the astonishing sword qi erupted, the slightly thin and short old Taoist priest did not use the talisman sword tied to his back, but the sword qi gushed out from his cuffs, from his eyes, from his mouth, and from his snort, as if it itself was a divine sword that had been hidden underground for a long time, and it had a majestic and magnificent scene as soon as it was born.

Liu Chongming is like a mainstay, resolutely standing in the waves, although he can't run quickly, but every step is extremely solid and unshakable.

Lao Dao sacrificed the wide rune sword on his back, the color of the rune sword was dull, it was the quality of peach wood, but the ancient runes engraved on both sides of the sword body were still shining, and after a while, it was immediately dazzling.

This peachwood rune sword is in no way inferior to any immortal sword in the world, at this moment the sword light runs out like a rainbow, like a brilliant sunlight that squeezes through the clouds, and the golden light is attached to many small runes, just like good.

Liu Chongming held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the knife was tilted upward, and the narrow magic knife was gradually filled with a thick black mist.

The golden light is incomparably bright, as if it belongs to the great light of the right path. And the weird black mist that permeated Liu Chongming's blade was more like an evil filth hiding in a dark corner. The higher and lower of the two seems to be clear at a glance.

However, it was a stalemate for a long time, and the golden sword light never broke through the black mist that seemed to be light and thin and could collapse at the touch of a button.

Liu Chongming was also a little surprised by the narrow long knife in his hand, not only did his own breath come out through the blade, but it always had to be condensed more than three or five times. But at this moment, there was not the slightest breath flowing through the blade, and it actually took the initiative to emit black mist to protect itself, and by the way, it sheltered its owner. This is beyond the reach of all kinds of weapons in the world, and the weapons created by the famous casters only change the shape of the breath to make the breath sharper. But it can't essentially change the looseness, speed and slowness of the breath.

This magic knife seems to have similarities with the secret weapons refined by the rune formation faction, and even surpasses. This kind of blade, which is enough to completely break away from the master's cultivation and be able to attack and defend independently, is both an artifact and a magic weapon.

However, Liu Chongming knew that this narrow black knife was more about self-preservation, and he was not even willing to give half more strength to protect him, a dispensable master. Therefore, only half of Liu Chongming's body was wrapped in black mist, and the other half of his body had to be filled with the thickness of the glazed true qi armor.

Liu Longchi, an old man who has fought more on the battlefield than on the rivers and lakes all his life, naturally will not abide by the old-fashioned rule of "the heroes of the rivers and lakes catch the right children and learn from their peers, and they can't interfere", and he slashed at the old Taoist with a snowy big knife.