Sikong Shenzai, who lured the beautiful woman who had restored her appearance before her death, into the trap, still spent a lot of effort on her, but in the end, it just took some extra effort, and it did not damage the fundamentals.

Sikong Shen held a flute carved from a bamboo branch in his hand, and the flute body was smeared with a special layer of tung oil, which was extremely thin, but it ensured that this piece of bamboo was immortal for ten thousand years.

The woman had never used the flute as a blade from beginning to end, and before the layers of frost spread to her waist, Sikong God pulled it out of her waist on a whim. This piece of green bamboo is obviously not a divine weapon, and what makes Sikong Shenzai a little interested is because of the elegant appearance of the flute. This ancient musical instrument looks simple at first, but when you look at it carefully, it becomes more and more exquisite, and Rao is the leader of the Demon Sect who doesn't know much about vocal music, and he can't help but love it.

The Dao-style iron sword that pierced the woman's head flew back upside down, fixed two feet away from her master's side, motionless, like a sharp ink on paper.

Looking intently, I saw the Liu father and son joining forces to fight the enemy, and the sword qi formed a large river hanging in the air, swaying left and right, trying to break through the golden sword light of the old way. The breath is not squandered like money, and there is no worry about exhaustion.

Sideways looking, the remaining few wild horses and the ugly witch are no longer in the climate, and the contemporary Heavenly Sect, who has been pinned on great hopes by the behemoth Great Sect "Heavenly Sect", is still hiding his strength like stealing his ears. The attainments of physique and breath displayed have reached the peak in the rivers and lakes, but everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the "Tianzong" in the Heavenly Sect is the person who once stopped several imperial meteorites and absorbed the essence of the ancient emperors among them. Long before he left the sect to explore the rivers and lakes, there was an old monster who lived behind the scenes and predicted: This person will be the heavenly darling of those who are at the apex of the realm of the first-grade gods and can be released to the Yuanying.

As for whether the Yin God, who is connected by blood and relatively easy to control, will break away from the Shenhai in the future, or whether the Yang God with greater power and the Dharma will be out of the body, the old Jianghu will not talk much, but he can't say for sure, he can't say for sure.

However, according to his secretive posture now, Sikong God was speculating that the Yuan Infant released by the Heavenly Sect was the more powerful Yang God in the world.

On the other side, the battle of life and death between Yi Yayi and the Nine Armor Bearers is less mysterious, but it is also more exciting, almost brute force against brute force. The extremely hard armor pieces on the armor were knocked off layer by layer by Yi Yayi, and the brocade clothes on Yi Yayi's body, which was scratched by the tiger's claws and sewn with divine will, were hit by the copper gong again and the stitches were loose, which shows how huge the strength of the armor warrior is.

Sikong Shen retracted his gaze, and Yi Yayi's physique was motionless and let the nine armorers take turns to hit with copper maces for three or four hours, and when the copper mace was destroyed, Yi Yayi didn't feel a trace of pain at all.

The old Taoist priest who was suppressed by the two of them gradually gained the upper hand, from the sword qi on his body to the sword unsheathed, the short old Taoist never moved his roots, and his body was always in that place.

Sikong God thought in his heart, and the Dao-style Iron Sword God Planet Pendant swept out.

Thousands of miles of flying swords, just around the corner!

The Dao-style iron sword is like a puddle of spring water, hidden in the brilliant sword light that shoots in all directions. What Jian Feng pointed to, the first to bear the brunt was not the old man of the living dead who had a very high sword cultivation, but the middle-aged man who was always sitting on the white jade dragon chair.

With a "choking", the spring water long sword fell to the ground, the divine will and breath contained in the sword were wiped out, and the connection between Sikong Shen and the "silk thread" raised by the Dao-style iron sword in a hurry was also completely cut off.

The middle-aged man with a lofty aura was safe and sound, but the left shoulder of the Taoist robe on the old Dao's body was rushed away by the sword qi that spurted like a spring, and a hole was cut, and the wound inside was very shallow, which was already a great turning point for the Liu father and son.

The power realm of the living dead in the appearance of this old Taoist is not comparable to that of other living dead, just the secret text of the talisman engraved on the peachwood sword, and the golden sword rainbow caused by it have made it difficult for the Liu father and son to jointly cut out the great river of swords.

What's more, this veteran Taoist retained a lot of strength during his lifetime, and he seems to have a back hand.

Liu Longchi nodded solemnly at his son Liu Chongming, one thing is certain now, that is, the duty of the old Taoist of the Fu Sword is to protect the thoughtfulness of the middle-aged man.

Then whether this man hides his strength or not, he will be an important opportunity for this Eight Gate Dunjia Formation.

At the beginning, the eight generals united to defend against foreign enemies, which was naturally very tricky. Sikong Shenzai is both a great power and a mistake, destroying the most important cohesion of the formation to maintain, and now most of the eight sects of the living dead will be destroyed, and this group of outsiders will gradually gain the upper hand.

Heavenly Sect leisurely rode the Cold Light Sword and came and stopped at the side of Sikong Shen, the former Great Sect Master of the Shuoluo Sect. It turned out that Yi Yayi cleaned up the nine golden and red armor soldiers with his bare hands and went to share the pressure for Tianzong, but who knew that Tianzong would leave this future brother-in-law. Poor Yi Yi Yi had just finished dealing with the nine powerful armorers, and now he was in the predicament of six tall horses and a strange witch teamed up.

Tianzong didn't have any guilt and self-blame for escaping, and pointed to the situation that was still clear and said solemnly: "Except for this man on the emperor's court, the rest of the dead things will be self-defeating!"

Sikong Shen is too lazy to talk, he now really understands the nature of this Tianzong who has been pinned on by the "Heavenly Sect", although his strength can be called a real super, and his mind and strategy are quite improvised, but it is the lazy temperament that is revealed from time to time, which makes people want to slap him a few times on his handsome and hateful face.

After clarifying the goal, Sikong God also had a rough plan in his heart, and he didn't care very much about whether Tianzong could give a helping hand. stared intently at the battle situation, and deduced the high and low first moves that were about to be shot.

Tianzong was unashamed of Sikong Shen's ignorance, staring at the light blue snowflake in his hand, he couldn't help but feel infinite interest, and several times he sent out divine will to try to invade the snowflake, but he was ruthlessly killed. Tianzong was not discouraged by this, and still knocked on the side with the increasingly condensed divine will.

It wasn't until Sikong Shen frowned impatiently that Tianzong gave up. After pausing for a while, Tianzong remembered something, so he smiled heartlessly and said: "I once saw the handwriting of an immortal who should have the same origin as Mr. Sikong, but at that time, that Dharma was thousands of feet long, like a small mountain! ”

Sikong Shen is both angry and funny, this young man Junyi who patted the horse's ass on the horse's hooves is really thinking badly, but fortunately, the Sikong Sect Master has a lot of them, and he didn't take them to heart. To say that Tianzong deliberately knocked on Mr. Sikong, who was obviously unpleasing in martial arts, he also wronged him. Tianzong didn't have the idea of being quick to speak, it was purely a whim, and he just said it. Of course, to put it simply, it is a lack of heart.

Sikong God stomped under his feet, and his figure rose from the ground. Along with him, there was also a stone brick weighing 10,000 catties, which was pulled out of the ground by the huge stone brick that came first, and smashed it into the magnificent imperial court.

The middle-aged man sitting on the dragon jade chair raised his head, his face was as usual, and he did not move.

The short old man who stood next to Luan Yu opened his mouth and sighed, and the breath that spewed out of his mouth was not as good as a pearl and jade but like a long sword. The 10,000-pound boulder was still in the air and was torn apart, and the remaining sword qi did not collapse, and it was entangled with the broken stones, stirring up as small as a fist. This breath is still not broken, and the thousands of sharp stones fly back upside down, which is the only way for Sikong God to move forward.

Sikong Shen frowned slightly, and was about to make a move.

Tianzong descended from the sky again, stepping on the torrential wandering head formed by the convergence of the chaotic stone sword qi, and a sword and sword flew around him at a high speed, smashing the fish that slipped through the net and smashed into the body. Tianzong let out a muffled voice, and pressed the entire sword qi torrent into a different direction, smashing towards the ground below.

Sikong Shen's body trajectory in the oblique fall is like the wind, almost in line with the emperor.

The short old man, who was dragged by the Liu family and his son, first breathed the sword qi that rose when he saw the wind in his mouth, and now the sword mist in his body was still vigorous, and the golden Changhong in his hand was concentrating on dealing with Liu Longchi and Liu Chongming's father and son. Seeing that Sikong Shen was within fifteen zhang, there was a flash of light in his eyes, one purple and one blue, and two flying swords as small as nail pieces.

The flying sword swept in, and the speed was outrageously fast, which was not at all comparable to the "half-hanging" flying sword that Sikong God was driving the Dao-style iron sword.

These two flying swords were swift, but they did not make the slightest noise, like fish swimming at the bottom of the pool, silent and difficult to catch.

When Sikong Shen sensed a trace of trajectory, one of the cyan mosquito swords had already brought a blood flower.

Fortunately, it was just a passing by, and the wound was not deep.

Sikong Shen didn't care about the wound on his waist that was still oozing blood, and he didn't even pay attention to the two small mosquito swords that looked like appendages. The falling speed is getting faster and faster.

The two flying swords, one blue and one purple, pierced back and forth, but the injuries caused were negligible. It's not that the power of the two flying swords is so unsightly, it's that Sikong God has a dense net of divine will lingering around his body, and once the flying sword touches it, it will be abducted, biased towards an insignificant attack trajectory.

In fact, Sikong Shen also had a plan to take these two flying swords as his own, deliberately casting them with blood and blood repeatedly, and when the sword embryo was soaked in his own blood, he would cut off the connection between the flying sword and the old master.

Even if the short Taoist priest has three or four more methods to press the bottom of the box, he can't change the cruel reality at the end of the crossbow, it depends on whether the middle-aged man can come up with earth-shattering means to turn the tide.

Within a zhang, Sikong Shen's nervous mood on thin ice suddenly relaxed, and a wry smile like self-deprecation appeared on his face.

Liu Longchi shouted "retreat", and the father and son turned around and retreated at the same time.

The wide peachwood sword and jade with a lot of ancient runes exploded like a fire, and countless golden runes separated out, as big as a car lid in an instant, and smashed down towards the Liu father and son.

Liu Longchi, who escaped from the place with the most dense runes, was hideous, and the rich blood on his body quickly diffused, and for a while, the fishy wind was fierce within ten zhang. The twelve blood-red little Jiao, all born from the sea of gods, swam out of the dormant holes everywhere at this moment, penetrating through the skin, and rushing to meet the huge golden runes, as if encountering rare delicacies.

These little Jiao connected to the bloodline of Liulongchi are naturally the primordial babies who are separated from the body, although they are far from the original, they are not the yang god law with the magic power of illusion, even if it is the yin god woman Siming who was released by the deception of the four Ming demon deer, the quality will be greatly reduced.

After all, the path taken by Liu Longchi was close to the crooked demonic path, and it was a narrow shortcut that was forcibly opened up in the Divine Sea after the twelve great rivers of qi in the body were dried up and destroyed.

Others fill the Shenhai with breath, conceive the Shenzhu with the Shenhai, and transform the Yuan Infant with the Shenfei, and the Yuan Infant gradually becomes stronger. In the last step, whether or not he has the bloodline of the noble inheritance is very important, because the true body shaped by the bloodline of ordinary races, Yuan Ying does not care about it at all. Therefore, some old monsters who have been in retreat for hundreds of years, although the Yuan Infant is strong enough to feed the body to live for another hundred years, they still end up with hatred, and they cannot realize the fairy fantasy of releasing the Yuan Infant like a feather and soaring.

Liu Longchi violated the law of gradual transformation of the divine realm, hastily planted a trace of divine fetus in the Shenhai, and began to pull out the seedlings to help it grow, fuse it with the bloodline, and cultivate it into a weak and windless Yuanying Xiaojiao, relying on this Xiaojiao to drill out of the body and absorb the aura around the body to consolidate itself. Only when the growth rate can't keep up with absorbing too much breath, will he spit out the excess divine breath and accumulate in the Divine Sea. If the divine breath in the Divine Sea does not accumulate much, another small Jiao will be born, and so on.

This method is to consume essence and blood all the time, and damage Yang Shou, and there will not be any excess breath that can nourish the body.

Liu Longchi knows this.

Liu Chongming was helpless.

Over there, the twelve blood-red dragons turned into the wind, devouring the ancient runes full of sword qi one by one. The two flying swords on this side finally changed hands, and they penetrated Lao Dao's chest like beads, the entrance was small and the exit was big, and the entire chest of the short Lao Dao was blown up, and he died without falling.

After laughing at himself, Sikong Shen walked to the middle-aged man's side, put one hand on his chin, and the other hand held the top of his head, and gently exerted force, twisting the man's neck.

In the distance, several galloping horses fell headlong and never got up again.

This middle-aged man is indeed a good formation hub, but he has not set up any self-protection backhand.