Although the appearance of the two ghost claws curled under the ribs of the corpse was far less terrifying than the bone sickle on the arms, they had the same hideous sharpness. How many Terran monks have been killed by this unpredictable blow in the past, this time it is still not surprising.

The claws stabbed into the abdomen of this sword cultivator, and the corpse face Jiao wanted to crush the belly and intestines of this Terran kid into minced meat. It wasn't until the claws stirred up that I found that the skin and flesh of this human sword cultivator were really firm and tight, and the ghost claws only pierced into the abdomen less than half a foot before it could be stored again, and it took some effort to completely crush this kid.

The ghost claw fished again, this kid didn't have a spiritual platform?

The corpse-faced Jiao who has opened his wisdom is full of doubts, is this kid a human or a demon?

"Get out!"

Chang Xi endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and the sword intent sword qi swirled towards the corpse face Jiao, but fortunately, his spirit platform had already been transformed into a small sword appearance, so he was not taken away by the corpse face Jiao.

The corpse-faced Jiao laughed strangely, and the ghost claw under his ribs suddenly pulled out of Chang Xi's abdomen, bringing out a puddle of golden blood, and the corpse-faced Jiao lowered his head to lick the golden blood stained on the ghost claw, and the light in Yin Hong's eyes skyrocketed again, and the scarlet tongue hissed.

What a humanoid tonic with a rolling essence!

The bearded man and the ranger turned pale and trembled like chaff, and the terrifying aura on the corpse face Jiao far exceeded the Jindan Realm made their minds and Dao hearts almost shatter together, and the two tried their best to turn around and flee from this place, but before their legs took a few steps away, two good heads full of horror fell into the blood with a pop.

The ranger with a heroic dream died without turning a blind eye, and died as soon as he left home.

Du Niangzi staggered and sat down in the bloodstains, there was no blood on her beautiful face, and the two heads that rolled off her feet and Junyi Jianxiu, who was hit hard by a photo, saw it in her eyes, and even escaping at this time was a luxury.

The corpse-faced Jiao split the old man who was facing away from him and wanted to escape in half from under the Tianling Gai, and his organs and intestines flowed to the ground, and he was instantly devoured by this karst cave that later generations named the flesh and blood floating slaughter.

The fishy breath on Du Niangzi's body made the corpse face Jiao disgusted and disgusted, and the tail of the Jiao wrapped in huge force attacked Du Niangzi's waist and almost broke her waist, and the bloody wall on one side of the corridor opened her huge mouth to swallow the upper body of the woman's back.

Du Niangzi is still alive, she can feel that her flesh and blood are being corroded and assimilated, her delicate body struggles and writhes in despair, her hideous mouth snaps together, the flesh and blood from the waist above the waist are all cut off and devoured, and the two tight jade legs that have made countless men crazy on the bed under the slender waist have fallen miserably.

The pale and hideous face of the corpse face is so neat, one arm is unscrupulously taking people's lives, and the other arm blocks the moon rainbow that is drawn by the divine consciousness and the sword is like a tide, Chang Xi sees the tragic images around him, and the poisonous corpse qi in his abdomen is rampant, he uses dragon blood and sword qi to cleanse the wound with one palm The rich corpse qi is already more than enough and not enough.

Pressing the pain in the abdomen, he took all the healing pills in one go, and pointed them on the acupuncture points around the wound, which barely stopped the cross-flowing golden blood and qi. The rich corpse qi on the corpse face Jiao's body is gradually becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and once this monster that has been famous for hundreds of years returns to the Yuan Infant Realm, it will give him another three or five moon rainbows to be buried here.

There is a Buddha's bright angry eyes King Kong holding a Zen staff over the corpse Jiao fell from the sky, lightly falling in front of Chang Xi, the delicate face under the two ring scars is solemn, bowing his head and clasping his hands, and when he raises his head again, he has a young palm to push out and stop the hideous bone sickle.

Buddha Gate Vajra Palm.

Hundreds of years ago, there were also Buddhist figures in the sect that set up six monuments to seal Heitan, and the corpse face of the new hatred and old hatred poured into his heart, his lips and teeth rubbed like gold and iron, and he sneered: "The bald donkey is looking for death." ”

The Buddha's supernatural powers restrain yin and evil and filth, but the corpse-faced monster who vowed to make the Buddha's bloodstained corpse didn't care about the pain at all, and just roared and waved his arm and slashed again.

The little monk stood still under his feet, and behind him he was angry, and the Vajra Dharma Minister used a Zen staff to support the secret magic power of Buddhism. The corpse-faced Jiao, which is full of corpse energy, is full of anger, and every time he cuts off an arm, he can make an extra hideous hole on the vajra cover, which is known as the rejection of the world's ten thousand laws.

The Corpse Face Jiao, which had been sealed for a hundred years, had a limit to its patience even if it was good, and the Corpse Face Jiao, who was entangled in one arm by Yuehong, suddenly got rid of the entanglement of the flying sword, raised the bone sickle and stabbed it deeply at the seemingly core of the flesh and blood floating slaughter, and the stinky essence blood that was so black that it was poured into the mouth of the blood basin, and in just a moment, the breath of the corpse face Jiao skyrocketed, and the arms were regenerated behind it.

King Kong looked angry, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, the little monk hung his head and was silent, untied the round copper buckle that the master had personally polished for him before his death, and rolled up the golden light on the robe on his shoulders to bind the newborn arms on the back of the corpse.

The fiery red robe that rolled up the golden glow was like a fiery cloud on the edge of the sunset sky, tightening a pair of hideous arms, no matter how painful the demons and demons could not bear the Buddha's magical powers to do nonsense on their backs, and the monster vacated the bone sickle that was about to smash the vajra cover into pieces and pulled it behind its back.

The fiery red robe, which was regarded as more important than his own life, was smashed in an instant, the entrenched angry vajra phase shattered into countless tiny cracks, and there was an irrepressible sorrow in the light of the Buddha lit up by the lonely Zen staff.

The little monk had no regrets, his hands were still folded, his solemn face was golden, and he was born with a compassionate appearance of blood and tears and blood from the corners of his mouth, and whispered to his back.

"Chang Shi, go quickly. ”

He self-destructed his supernatural powers and the relics of his master, which were more important than his life, and he was only willing to fight for Chang Xi for this short breath.

Chang Xi's eyes were red, and the golden dragon phantom entrenched behind him was also murderous, stepping on the soles of his feet and taking a bloody step forward, and his palms full of murderous intent met him.

Cut off Yue with one hand, cut off the river with the other, and cut off its new arm with Yuehong.

The corpse-faced Jiao laughed angrily, and the ghost claw under his ribs grabbed the arm cut off by the flying sword with his backhand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and bitten it, and swallowed it, and spit out three good words in a row from his bloody mouth.

Chang Xi didn't go to look at the corpse Jiao anymore, since it was difficult to surpass the heavenly barrier of cultivation, Chang Xi would not sit still, and picked up the little monk who was already angry and rushed out of the cave, and a rain of blood fell behind the two.

The little monk hung by a thread to save his life, and Chang Xi couldn't leave him alone.

The law phase is shattered, the supernatural power is abolished, and the corpse face Jiao who is only a line away from the Yuanying Realm is forcibly defeated by the middle realm of the foundation, and it is a mortal move to take it out casually.

Chang Xi trembled and took a drop of essence blood from the tip of his tongue and gave it to the little monk with his eyes closed, whether he lived or died depends on his own creation.

The corpse behind him chased after him, and the mountains and rivers and giant trees could not stop a single bit, and the distance was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Chang Xi, who was running for his life, bit his lip, and a crazy thought was born in his heart.

In the depths of his heart, Chang Xi stroked the Heavenly Desolation Spirit, which was already the size of a child, and pointed to the hideous-looking corpse Jiao not far away: "Good son, if you are given enough spiritual power, how long can you stop this disgusting guy?"

Tianhuang's delicate little face was full of solemnity, and he learned from Chang Xi's frowning appearance and said crisply: "Five days... No, it should only be three days. ”

"Three days? ”

Chang Xi's body spread out his palms, and the inner dan of the two Void Mantis was impressive, and the ring on his index finger flashed, and there was anxiety coming from inside.

Chang Xi looked up at the sky and then at the soles of his feet, his face gradually became firm, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The little monk and I will ask you!"

The figure of the sword suddenly jumped from mid-air, and the corpse-faced face that followed behind it gave birth to a hideous and happy face, and the huge figure twisted and rushed away.

Suddenly, a curtain of blue light kept a pair of hideous bone sickles out.

The two figures sat under the light curtain, tens of thousands of spirit stones turned into a handful of powder in Chang Xi's hands, and a large amount of spiritual power was all instilled into the Heavenly Desolate Sword Scabbard, and the Heavenly Desolate Sword Scabbard turned into the appearance of a child, and his face turned red, and he puffed out his cheeks to block the ugly guy who injured his father from the light curtain.

Throwing the pigtail little medicine, he hurriedly picked out the rare herbs from the medicine garden to refine the healing pill for Chang Xi and the little monk, a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak were full of tears, looking at the hideous wound on Chang Xi's abdomen, she was really distressed.

The corpse-faced Jiao could not break the incomparably tenacious Heavenly Desolation Prohibition after a few hard efforts, but its spiritual intelligence was almost demonic, and it could see that although the pestle was shining brightly on the scabbard in the center of the light curtain, as it landed on the light curtain with each slash, the light would faintly dim.

The corpse-faced Jiao's eyes were red and jumped, and he said fiercely: "Think you can escape by hiding in this turtle king's eight covers? When I break this prohibition, you will be devoured by me inch by inch, and I won't let you die so happily." ”

Chang Xi was silent, there was firmness and madness in his eyes, and he swallowed the two demon beast Neidan with a rich void breath in one gulp.

If he doesn't have the body of Vajra, he will be dead here.

At the same time, there were two lights and shadows in the sky, one gold and one blue, swooping down.