"Wow......"

The Xiang clan shot a mouthful of blood arrows from his mouth as he traveled southward, his face was as white as gold paper, and his breath suddenly withered.

The white jade ring was a natal spirit weapon that he had spent a lot of effort refining for nearly ten years, and it had already been in harmony with his mind, almost one, and the power was naturally extremely strong, but now it was shattered by the black-robed monk, which made his mind suffer a heavy blow in an instant, and he didn't want to recover without more than half a year's effort.

"Deng Daoyou, the old ghost!"

Xiang Nanxing's eyes were red, almost devouring people, and he roared at the two people beside him who were also weak, and his tone was pathetic.

He is different from these two, if the two of them may have a certain amount of freedom, then he can be said to be a slave of the Yi Yan Sword Sect when he travels south, and he has been like this for generations.

Cangfeng has five major immortal cultivation families, Xiang Wu Li Wentao, four of which are divided from the Yi Yan Sword Sect, and have always been loyal to the Yi Yan Sword Sect, and his Xiang clan is the head of the four families, loyal to the Yi Yan Sword Sect.

If it is said that the two of them may not do their best for Yi Yan Sword Sect, but if he goes south, whether it is love or reason, he will have to fight to the death with that blood slaughter.

Wow!

I saw Xiang Nanxing smile miserably, and his momentum was shocked, and a vigorous blood qi was stimulated from his body, like a blood-colored glass fire burning brightly, enveloping it into a fire man.

Burn the essence of blood!

"Thief, die!"

Traveling southward, he frantically pounced on the black-robed monk standing in mid-air in the distance, his spiritual power was extremely disordered, and the blood vessels and meridians on his body were swollen, making his whole person look extremely hideous.

Seeing Xiang Xiang going south like this, the faces of the two behind him couldn't help but have a touch of sadness on their faces, but they quickly disappeared, and the two glanced at each other, and they both saw a touch of decisiveness in each other's eyes.

Boom –

With a loud bang, the air within a radius of hundreds of meters was shrouded in a violent spiritual power airflow, and the explosion that made the later stage of foundation building change its color burst into the sky, lasting for a long time.

"Xiang senior actually blew himself up!"

On the ground, some of the monks who belonged to the side of the Yi Yan Sword Sect turned pale.

"Do it!"

In mid-air, the sentence and Deng Zhu shouted vigorously at the same time, and the momentum of his whole body condensed, pouring out the real means of pressing the bottom of the box.

"Hey, it turned out to be a third-grade attack talisman, and this old thing has made a lot of money!"

In the dark part of the chaotic market, there is a foundation and gasps.

A pale yellow quaint talisman appeared in the hand of the sentence, and I saw a trace of flesh pain flash in his eyes, but it quickly turned into a decisive decision, and spiritual power poured out, activating the talisman in his hand.

A mountain-like virtual shadow is condensed in mid-air, as if it has eyes to embrace the galaxy, and the power of day and night in its palm. There is a glass pure light divine armor plus the body, the jade building of the Eight Treasures Ming King is the crown, the eighteen kinds of divine soldiers are hanging upside down, the body moves, as if there is a mysterious light shining, and the golden light gushes out.

Runes, please!

Inherited from the wonderful talisman of the incense road, it gathers the power of faith, constructs the body of the immortal god, and incarnates to show the power of the gods.

At the beginning, Zhang Yuanhao also used a tattered talisman by mistake, but it was only a pseudo-mystic rune-level talisman, and the invitation was the small incense god in the small temple in the mountains, at most, it was just a block in the early stage of foundation building.

But now that the sentence is used to use the upper three grades of the Divine Charm handed down from the Authentic Sect, the one who is invited is the real one, the god of the giant spirit with the golden immortal fruit position.

I saw that the giant spirit god phantom trembled on the spot, and suddenly gave birth to three heads and six arms, and the eighteen divine soldiers behind him were either held in his hands by him, or controlled in mid-air, magnificent, invincible.

In the city of Yandu, countless Li people and mortals cheered, knelt on the ground and bowed, and the power of faith gathered like a golden robe, draped on the body of the giant spirit god phantom.

In their opinion, the black-robed monk was the demon, and the Giant Spirit God Shadow was the immortal master's means of reaching the heavens, making the immortals manifest, which was naturally worthy of their cheers and worship.

At the same time, Deng Zhutao also moved in the distance. In his hand, an extremely subtle green light shot out, and a poisonous needle shot out with a thin cow's hair, piercing the black-robed monk's eyebrows.

"Good guy, it turned out to be Shoubao, and Old Ghost Deng really made a lot of money!"

Between a low building on the ground, an old foundation building existent muttered.

Shou Bao is a treasure comparable to the power of magic weapons, often only a few times or even once used to limit, but it is refined by the decaying fake Dan realm at the cost of Shouyuan, extremely rare and rare, I didn't expect this Deng Zhutao to hide one in his hand, and he was forced to use it.

In mid-air, the phantom of the giant spirit god came like a mountain oppression, and a green line cut through the layers of space, and in an instant, the blood slaughter faced a double terrifying blow, each of which had the power to make the foundation survive and fall.

I'm afraid this bloody massacre is dangerous!

Some impure-minded people secretly pinched a handful of sweat, their eyes flashed, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

The black figure in mid-air, which had attracted countless eyes, finally moved. A spirit weapon flying sword with a flickering five-colored halo shot out from his storage ring, with its own blood and thunder bursts, the wind eroded, the poisonous fire rose, and countless visions were in the air, and there was really the power of the immortal family, slashing towards the giant spirit god phantom that was as thick as a mountain.

The blood soul swordsmanship of the Dacheng realm, a genuine pseudo-mystical method.

All the foundation building beings who peeped secretly had their pupils shrinking and their breathing was short, and they were naturally able to sense the fluctuating pressure transmitted from all directions, and they were naturally able to understand what this meant.

"Terror ......"

Among the people on the ground, a middle-aged Zhuji existence had a dark look in his eyes, sighed, and seemed to have made up his mind, and actually left here quietly, silently.

A sword shot out, and the black-robed figure seemed to be dissatisfied with the shock it brought to everyone, and its figure turned into a crimson match, and there was a hidden blood light around it, rushing towards the green line.

"Die!"

Grabbed it with one hand, a thick layer of gray stone scabs condensed in the palm of the palm, and there was also a faint golden light flickering inside the skin, and it actually grasped the terrifying green needle that was enough to kill the foundation building consummation and even the fake pill in the palm of the palm, and then suddenly clenched his fist, and the wind overflowed.

"Wow!"

The middle-aged Deng Zhutao in the distance couldn't calm down anymore, and after spitting out another mouthful of blood, he actually burned his essence blood and rushed out of the city.

But the black-robed monk didn't give him this opportunity, he didn't see him make any moves, but he looked in the direction of Deng Zhutao's escape through the black robe, and the burning blood-colored light turned out to be unstable, and a figure fell from it, and the black robe instantly turned into a red light, and the golden light burst out, and a punch shot out.

Boom!

Blood rained down, and minced meat was abundant.

Daweizong Deng Zhutao, a monk in the late stage of foundation building, died!

"Fellow Daoist spares your life!"

Seeing this scene, the sentence that controlled the zombie spirit god phantom and the blood-colored flying sword was half frightened to death, and he actually gave up an old face and immediately knelt in the air.