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"Roar!" In the blood-colored light curtain, a terrifying beast roar suddenly came out.

Thundered!

Its sound is like thunder, rolling endlessly.

And this roar also seemed to contain some strange power, and it directly turned into a powerful force and slammed into the black blood murder knife.

"Zheng!" the black-blooded knife fought hard.

However, it was still instantly shaken and fled, tumbling and hovering in mid-air.

After a twist, the black-blooded murderous knife stabilized in mid-air, and the fierce ghost's soul palpitated, but without saying a word, the sword light was like lightning, and it slashed out again.

This time, it was not to kill the corpse slave, but to ......

Straight to the blood-colored light curtain!

Obviously, he also realized that the fierce beast born in this blood-colored light curtain would be a great obstacle for him to kill the corpse slave. Only by eradicating it first can you behead the corpse slaves.

And the fierce beast in this blood-colored light curtain, the power of the beast's roar is amazing, which makes the fierce ghosts and spirits also have some heart palpitations.

Yes, the power of this slash was urged by him to the maximum.

The blood-colored light curtain of "Buzz ......" was overwhelmed by the sword and shattered directly.

Among them, the scene came into Fang Yang's eyes.

"This is ......" Fang Yang's pupils shrank.

In the blood-colored light curtain, there was a fierce beast that was too long, this fierce beast looked like a wolf, but on the top of the head, there was a single horn. And the hair on his body is even more blood-red, and the surface of his body is also steaming and tumbling.

And its aura, the moment Fang Yang perceived it, his expression also changed slightly.

It's ......

Beyond the boundaries of the Ten Heavens of Human Connections Qi Refining, he stepped into the ......

Build the foundation!

Networking is the foundation!

Although this network is based on the foundation, in Fang Yang's sense, it is not as good as the dragon and snake combined attack of the second cultivation of Xinglin Waterfall and the spirit ghost when he blasted out the corpse god fist, and his state seems to be unstable.

But this, after all, is the foundation of connections!

With his current strength, even if there are fierce ghosts, he is powerless to fight against them.

With the power of this blood wolf alone, he has no escape, only a dead end!

The fierce ghosts are also shocking.

But in an instant, the ferocious aura took the upper hand, and it seemed to be more ferocious and slashed down.

"Roar!" the blood wolf roared again.

But this time the roar was no longer blessed by any other force, but only a strong sound. But this can't stop the black blood murder knife, let alone the fierce ghost.

However, a shocking scene still happened.

"Roar!" In the roar of the blood wolf, his whole body trembled, and he continued to twitch, and in an instant, he was as thin as wood, and then his body trembled, and the moment before the black blood fierce knife fell, it was completely destroyed.

And where the corpse slave is, there is a strong aura.

"This ......" Fang Yang was shocked, a little puzzled.

This...... Is it a secret art?

But no matter how puzzled he was, he couldn't reach the horror in Shang Yang's heart.

Corpse slave, back to the top!

At this moment, the corpse slave has an absolutely strong breath, and it is not inferior to several Tianjiao of the Spirit Clan. Even if it's a ghost, it's not too much.

Obviously, the heyday of the corpse slave here is the heyday before the battle with Fang Yang, not the heyday of his cultivation career. That's horrifying!

A cultivator who has crossed multiple realms is so strong that it is simply unimaginable.

If the heyday of that situation returns, perhaps, it will be a big earthquake in the entire Beishan League cultivation realm.

"Buzzing ......" The corpse slave's breath was terrifying, flowing through the void, making it scream.

The corpse slave did not rush to attack, but closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing. After a long time, Fang slowly opened his eyes, and sighed faintly: "It's a pity, this Pregnant Beast Pill is still just in its infancy, and it will have time to truly sacrifice in the future, so it can't be transformed into combat power, otherwise it will ......."

This sentence fell in Fang Yang's ears, but it was to relieve his confusion.

Let it be clear why the corpse slave so simply sacrificed the combat power of a fierce beast with a network of connections.

But Fang Yang's heart was heavy.

The corpse slave has returned to the peak, but here he is exhausted, and his donkey skills are poor, and he has no successor.

"Hehe......" The corpse slave finally looked at Fang Yang, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, revealing a hint of banter: "Boy, you are very good, you actually made the Pregnant Beast Pill that the deity has worked hard to cultivate for many years have also fallen short." The deity wants to see what other means you have to fight against the deity. ”

With a sneer, the corpse slave strode towards Fang Yang.

"Zheng!" The fierce ghost spirit harnessed the black blood murder knife and slammed into the corpse slave, but the corpse slave was not afraid at all, his body flashed, and the state of unity of man and weapon was lifted, and the coffin of ten thousand corpses was fiercely greeted, and the fierce ghost spirit was entangled.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Green ghosts and ghouls slammed into the corpse slaves.

The corpse slave sneered: "If it was before death, the deity was still afraid of waiting for one or two, but now, ...... It's just a two-headed ghost, give the deity, forbidden!"

Before the words of "Huzz ......" fell, the corpse slave waved his hands, and each of them sacrificed a drop of black blood with a strong smell of corpse, and fell towards the green ghost and ghoul.

The green ghost and the ghoul instinctively felt bad and were about to dodge, but the jet-black blood changed first, and as soon as it rolled in mid-air, it turned into a cloud of jet-black blood mist, and then, as soon as it swirled around the green ghost and ghoul, it solidified into two light curtain prisons, imprisoning them in them.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The ghouls and green ghosts slammed into the light curtain prison, causing it to vibrate violently, and it seemed that it could shatter at any moment. However, this prison of light curtain has never been broken.

Five breaths!

From the green ghosts and ghouls, Fang Yang accurately deduced the time it would take to break the trap.

Five breaths, not long.

Can......

But it was enough to make the corpse slave kill Fang Yang dozens of times!

At this moment, Fang Yang has more than enough heart but not enough strength, and he is definitely not a corpse slave opponent. But naturally he will not sit still, and his figure is blurred, but it is the phantom technique that unfolds.

"It's useless, in front of the deity, you are powerless. The corpse slave smirked, and suddenly the corpse qi surged all over his body, spreading to all sides, and the other party was chasing and intercepting him.

In this corpse qi, there are faint runes flowing, which is not ordinary.

Fang Yang's phantom technique, it was all ineffective, it couldn't penetrate, and it was forbidden by the life trap. Oh no, it's not all. This corpse qi turned into a shackle in the midst of tumbling, completely trapping Fang Yang.

The corpse slave approached in a moment's time, and with a cruel laugh, he suddenly slapped his palm and pressed down on Fang Yang's head.

The powerful suction power of "Buzz ......" emanates from the palm of the corpse slave.

"Forehead ......" Fang Yang's green tendons burst out, and a great pain permeated the whole body, and there was pain everywhere in the body.

He felt even more that the strength in the bloodline was being stripped away bit by bit.

This is......

The bloodline of the Nightmare Phantom Demon Fox is being deprived!

The corpse slave really has this kind of means.

As soon as the deprivation began, Fang Yang immediately felt a stronger and stronger sense of weakness. The rate of deprivation is constantly increasing.

At most, after three breaths, it will be successful.

At that time, it may be his death!

"Are you going to die? I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled......" Fang Yang was indignant, and his heart was depressed.