Chapter 88

Dozens of zhang high, the whole body is full of flames, like the purgatory demon's drought thirteen niang, stepping down condescendingly, like a homing thunder firebird.

The flat ground thundered, shaking the sky.

Fireworks are blooming, and the pebbles on the riverbed are melting.

The Kui River, which had long been dry, was stepped on by the foot of the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought and stepped out of a huge bottomless hole.

The aftermath of the Milky Way's downward trampling is like ripples, spreading circle by circle, everywhere it goes,

The embankments, the boulders, the withered trees, all crumbling and disintegrating in the devastating force.

The earth was shaking violently, and a dull and mournful roar kept coming out of the throat of the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish, and it was not really audible, like a harsh sound from purgatory.

The gloomy, negative aura spreads and rises wantonly, and cannot be suppressed.

The evil qi filled the heavens and the earth, the whole sky was no longer bright, and all the scenery in the heavens and the earth was shrouded in a faint blood.

Flame.

Wilt.

Decline.

Scarlet.

Evil spirits.

It seems to be interwoven into a picture of the end of the world.

......

What about the young monk in the middle of the storm?

Was he trampled into a pate?

Or did you cast a 'fractal scattering' and run away?

Nobody knows?

Xing Xu sacrificed half of the "Heavenly Maiden Drought Sutra", ready to kill the monk of Baopu Mountain with one blow, and turned into a thirteen Drought Lady who was dozens of zhang high purgatory demons.

He stepped on the dry riverbed, strode forward, one step at a time, and ran south along the riverbed.

Eleven steps.

Every time the footsteps are raised, the dripping Kui River will step out of a bottomless hole.

Every time the Thirteen Niangs take a step, they will recite a trick.

"Nan Wu Sanmando, Mother Tuo, Om, Du Lu Du Lu, Di Wei Sa Po He. ”

"Nan Wu Sanmando, Mother Tuo, Om, Du Lu Du Lu, Di Wei Sa Po He. ”

"Spell of the Firm Earth"!

The protector of the Dharma, in the twenty-four days, firmly 'painted the ground as a prison' of the god 'Billibi'.

Suddenly.

Thirteen Niang, who was dozens of feet high, stopped running forward, stopped, and the feet of the flames rose one after another against the earth, constantly trampling.

The earth cracked again, and dust flew up.

Thirteen Niang stretched out her arms and hugged the void.

The flying dust and boulders instantly condensed to form pillars, and the encirclement encircled thousands of square circles.

Draw the ground as a dungeon!

Compared with the original in the southeast peak, the green-robed prince Sun Shushen grabbed the five-fingered void, almost imprisoned Xu Xiaoxian in mid-air, and used the half-hanger to 'draw the ground as a prison', which is very different!

If Xu Xiaoxian is in the cage, he will inevitably be in danger!

Thirteen Niang, who was dozens of feet tall and every inch of her body was burning in flames, let out a low roar came from her throat.

"Collect"!

The painting of the firm god 'Bilidipi' is a prison power, turning into a huge cage with a radius of thousands of feet, and it is instantly closed in a crushing posture.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment.

The moment when the prison is about to close, crushing the people trapped in the prison into meat sauce.

A purple figure enlarged in the huge pupils of the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish.

It's a purple moose.

There was also a young monk with a gun in one hand on his back, which was particularly glaring.

The purple moose is the first star of the vermilion bird that can fly to the sky and escape to the earth, and can also go to the sea to play dragons, and go up the mountain to eat tigers and rhinos.

Xu Xiaoxian took advantage of Jing Muxian's talent to escape from the sky, and escaped from the drought-stricken thirteen mother's painting as a prison without danger.

Sudden change.

Unbelievable ending.

The Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish were visibly flustered for a moment, and then turned around without making any gestures of fighting between heaven and man.

Escape.

One step at a time.

The young monk on the back of a purple moose grinned, threw a cloud dragon spear with one hand, rode a moose, followed his footsteps like a shadow, and said with a smile: "The fights of the puffers in the market are all greeted by your punch and my punch, and there are back and forth. Thirteen Niang is so unreasonable, she ran away after fighting, this is a manifestation of no eggs. ”

A twenty-zhang long dragon phantom escaped from the cloud dragon spear thrown by Xu Xiaoxian with one hand, and the latter came first to entangle the running feet of the Drought Thirteen Niang and tripped over.

The Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish kept waving their fists and hammered them on Yunlong's body.

Flames rise, fireworks fly.

The phantom of the twenty-zhang cloud dragon is getting fainter and fainter, and it may not last long before it dissipates.

Xu Xiaoxian gave up the purple moose, jumped in the air, and instantly soared, standing at a height of twenty zhang, and smiled at the purple moose:

"Jing Mu Qian, you usually have a pair of boasts, saying that you can not only fly to the sky, but also go to the sea to play dragons, and go up the mountains to eat tigers and rhinos.

Xiaodao I don't ask for much, you go and bite Thirteen Niang's chest now, I want to know if Thirteen Niang has become bigger, and the two lumps of meat in her chest are rich. ”

The purple moose 'Jing Mu Xuan', which was less than six zhang long, burst out in an instant, bullied up, and opened his mouth to bite on the huge shoulder of the Thirteen Niang.

The fallen Drought Thirteen Niang no longer hammered the twenty-zhang dragon wrapped around her feet, and freed up a fist to the purple moose Jing Mu Li, and threw a punch.

Less than six feet long, Jing Mu was knocked away by this thunderous force of the iron fist with flames, like a paper kite that had broken its shackles.

At that moment, the golden light flashed all over the Thirteen Niang's body, her body shrank by three percent, and the flames of her whole body became more and more intense, and she actually broke free from the shackles of the twenty zhang dragon with the rebound power of the 'Xuantian Golden Armor'.

He no longer blindly ran away, but let go of the restraints in his heart, let out a soul-snatching low roar, jumped up, and punched out at Xu Xiaoxian who was twenty feet in the air.

A huge fist of flames, straight into the sky.

Xu Xiaoxian's figure flashed and avoided his fist, and grinned: "Thirteen Niang's anger is really big, Xiaodao will give you a bath and lower the anger." ”

A column of water, the momentum of the heavenly river pouring down poured on the thirteen mothers of the drought.

It was the Kuihe River water that Xu Xiaoxian swallowed with a mouthful of water.

The flames rising from the body of the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Devil instantly had the sense that the bell was about to be extinguished.

The sound of a red iron vessel thrown into the water was unusually harsh.

Xu Xiaoxian did not advance and retreated, and with the power of the recoil falling from the water column, he once again used his strength to soar a hundred feet, and shouted at the sky.

"Sixteen years"!

At that moment, Jing Mu Qian and Twenty Zhang, who were repelled by the Drought Thirteen Niang, and Twenty Zhang, Canglong once again had a heart with Xu Xiaoxian and deceived themselves.

Jing Mu Qian bit Thirteen Niang's left leg, and the twenty-zhang Canglong phantom entangled his right leg.

The moment Xu Xiaoxian's voice fell.

A ten-zhang long crimson sword qi fell from the sky.

It was he who had asked the heavens with his two fingers before, gathering hundreds of 'glimpses' of sword qi.

Hundreds of sword qi are combined.

'Sixteen years'!

At the beginning of the ten-mile peach orchard, Xu Xiaoxian condensed the sword qi turned into a crimson true yuan in his body.

The sword qi that melted the cliffs of the ten-mile Taoyuan was exactly 'sixteen years'.

At that time, Sixth Senior Brother Lu Youjiao asked him what the sword qi was called.

He said, 'Sixteen years'!

Between the lightning and flint, the ten-zhang sword qi that fell from the sky in crimson submerged into the head of the Thirteen Niangs of the Drought Fish.

The sword qi entered the body, and it was still the same as when it was in the ten-mile peach orchard, like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace.