How did they know that the good corpse was born from the cultivation of the god clone, and it was originally a major primordial god, and the strength of the primordial god far exceeded that of the same level of monks. The good corpse is already a quasi-saint cultivator, and in terms of the primordial god alone, it has already surpassed the cloud neutron.

The most important thing is that when the god clone beheaded the corpse, the luck of the Wu State and the merit of the human race jointly engulfed the three divine beasts. The god clone succeeded in beheading the corpse, and even cut the souls of the three major divine beasts into it!

At this time, the good corpse is actually not simply practicing the god clone, but actually condenses the souls of the ancestral dragon, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin.

The three major divine beasts were originally sub-saint cultivators, even if they only had souls, the strength of the primordial gods was not weaker than that of ordinary quasi-saints. Gathering the souls of the three major divine beasts, the good corpse primordial god is becoming more and more powerful, although it has only just entered the holy realm, I am afraid that it is no less than an ordinary sub-saint!

Such a powerful primordial god, with the luck of the Wu country, the support of the merits of the human race, and the strength of the good corpse to exert the illusion, how can the ordinary quasi-saint cultivation of Yunzhongzi resist?

"Ahhh

The illusion of the good corpse trapped Yun Zhongzi, and just when everyone was surprised, a string of presumptuous laughter suddenly sounded, but it was Mi Xiaoxia's evil corpse!

The cultivation god clone turned into a good corpse and was beheaded, and the evil corpse cultivation also rose with it, and at this time it was already a quasi-saint realm!

"Antarctic Immortals!"

After the cultivation was promoted, the evil corpse suddenly turned to the Antarctic Immortal, and his eyes were surging maliciously.

"Oops!"

Seeing the fierce appearance of the evil corpse, the Antarctic Immortal couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and then slapped it with a palm.

Antarctic Immortal Weng quasi-saint realm, before this, this palm was enough to beat the skin of the evil corpse.

Laugh at!

But this time, the evil corpse stood in place and did not dodge, and when the palm power came closer, he slashed directly with a sword with a flick of his wrist. Hearing only a soft sound, the palm power collapsed instantly.

In terms of cultivation alone, the evil corpse is no weaker than the Antarctic Immortal, even if he has just entered the holy realm, the realm is still a little unstable. But in his hand is a killing weapon like Yuan Tu Abi, which is enough to make up for this shortcoming.

"Die!"

Although the evil corpse is not a Zhongshan wolf, it is ten thousand times more vicious than the wolf!

"Arrogance!"

is also a quasi-saint, and his qualifications are much older, but the Antarctic Immortal Weng panicked instantly, and was shocked by the momentum of the evil corpse. Then he came back to his senses, couldn't help but shout, and then urged Pangu Flag.

Airplanes!

The Pangu banner shook, and a raging evil qi shot out, hitting the evil corpse directly.

"Kill!"

The evil corpse's eyes widened, looking up to the sky and roaring, Yuan Tu's nose was raised high above his head, and the two swords slashed hard.

Rumble!

The next moment, Yuan Tu's nose collided with the evil qi, and there was a loud bang immediately. For a time, the murderous and evil spirit was raging, and the lightning and thunder roared over Kunlun Mountain, and the heavens and the earth also changed color.

Bang!

It wasn't until a breath later that there was another loud bang, and the two forces exploded to cancel out, and everything returned to calm.

"Hahaha! Antarctic Immortal! What can you do to me!"

At this time, the evil corpse was still standing in place, but its body was already in tatters, and even most of its head was missing. At this time, he was holding Yuan Tu Abi, still looking up and laughing insolently.

Seeing this scene, not only the Antarctic Immortals, but the rest of the people couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, how fierce this is!

"Bad ......"

At the same time, the Antarctic Immortal couldn't help frowning.

Attacking with Pangu flags before, although it could not kill the evil corpse, it could completely crush it into powder. But this time, in order to achieve quasi-sainthood, although the evil corpse cultivator still couldn't resist Pangu Banner, the situation was obviously much better.

The Antarctic Immortal Weng couldn't help but worry in his heart, the Pangu Banner was the magic weapon of the Yuan Shi Tianzun, and he just borrowed it. This kind of innate supreme treasure, even if he is a quasi-saint, without refining, it is extremely energy-consuming to use.

In this way, if he continues to fight, when he doesn't have the strength to urge Pangu Banner, won't he be able to resist the evil corpse?

"Haha!

The evil corpse naturally understood this truth, and the laughter became more and more rampant, and then he shouted loudly and rushed forward again.

"Alas!"

Seeing this, the Antarctic Immortal Weng sighed, and didn't dare to use the Pangu Banner easily, so he took out the magic weapon and greeted him.

In order to improve the cultivation of evil corpses, the game that was originally won has now become difficult. The Antarctic Immortal Weng could only temporarily hold on to the evil corpse in anticipation of the change in the tide of battle.

The god clone turned into a good corpse and was beheaded, and the battle situation in Kunlun Mountain began to reverse. At the same time, changes have taken place in the green hills.

"It's ...... Luck Pool!"

Xu Xuan and Xue Bai were ordered to guard the Xinjiao, and suddenly the entire Qingqiu was shaking, and their faces couldn't help but change greatly. Xue Bai hurriedly pinched his fingers and found that the vibration actually came from the luck pool.

"Let's go!"

The luck pool is related to the rise and fall of the new religion, could someone take advantage of Mi Xiaoxia's absence to steal the luck of the new religion. This matter is not trivial, the two did not dare to delay, and hurriedly ran to the luck pool.

"This ...... It's!"

The new luck pool, which was originally as flat as a mirror, actually rolled up layers of waves at this time. Seeing this scene, Xu Xuan and Xue Bai were both shocked, and sure enough, there was something wrong with the luck pool.

"No! Pool noodles seem to be ......."

I thought something was wrong, but when I looked closely, it didn't seem right.

First of all, the merit golden lotus that suppressed the luck did not appear, indicating that the luck pool was not in danger. And it can be clearly seen that the luck in the luck pool is not decreasing, but the pool surface is faintly rising, and the luck is clearly increasing rapidly!

"What's going on?"

Xu Xuan looked at Xue Bai, for no reason, how could the luck of the new sect suddenly increase?

Xue Bai spread her hands, although she was good at divination, but this matter was too deep, she had already tried it just now, and she couldn't figure out the reason at all.

The practice god clone is beheaded as a good corpse, and the cultivation is greatly improved, which makes the luck of the new sect increase accordingly. In fact, not only that, but the new education supported Wu Guo, and Wu Guo's luck also improved.

At this time, the other masters of Buddhism and Taoism were powerful, looking at the rapid increase in the luck of Xinjiao and Wu Guo, and they all looked horrified, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Taishang Laojun!"

At this time, in the Kunlun Mountain Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, Mi Xiaoxia himself held the Chaos Bell in his hand, and suddenly shouted violently.

Looking at his title again, it is already LV34! The god clone is cut off as a good corpse, and Mi Xiaoxia's original cultivation has been improved, and now he has entered the sub-holy realm!

The leaders of Taoism and Buddhism are all saints who beheaded their corpses, and they all have sub-holy cultivation. Mi Xiaoxia relied on the Chaos Bell and Zhou Tianxingdou Great Array, so that he could compete with him for a long time.

Until now, Mi Xiaoxia's cultivation has finally reached the level of sub-sage, which is comparable to the leaders of the other two sects! But from this point of view, the new sect is no weaker than Taoism and Buddhism!

Boom!

Mi Xiaoxia shouted, and then slapped the Chaos Bell. The bell rang, and the star power in the big array instantly went berserk, setting off stormy waves.

"Not good!"

In the midst of the big array, Taishang Laojun stood on the golden bridge, and his face changed dramatically in an instant.

is also holding an innate treasure, although it is not refined, but it can always be borrowed. and with the sub-saint cultivation, he surpassed Mi Xiaoxia's quasi-saint, which was able to withstand the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.

Now that Mi Xiaoxia's cultivation has improved, he is on a par with him, and the power of the big array is instantly at the next level. The golden bridge, which was originally immovable, had begun to tremble slightly under the impact of star power at this time!