"As long as you work harder, I'm afraid these two people won't be able to hold on. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info" Looking at the two guys who tried to sneak up on them but were countered, Hill let out a long breath. Although the ancient book was like a vampire, it was constantly devouring his mana, but it was far better than those two.

Indeed, at this rate, I am afraid that it will not take more than a quarter of an hour, whether it is the big fat pig or this skeleton, I am afraid that it will be sucked to the point that there is no soul left. It is estimated that by that time, Hill estimates that there are still about fifty percent of the mana, and it is still possible to maintain the scene.

But the mistake is that Hill's old mistake has been repeated. The rakshasa was only wounded, but not disabled. The blood stains on his body and the many wounds were numerous, but most of them were just skin wounds, and there was nothing to be afraid of. This smell of blood aroused the ferocity in this person's heart, and the scimitar held in his right hand became tighter and tighter, and his eyes even glowed with a slight purple light, just like the soul of the demonic scimitar.

After this fight, those lower-level characters on both sides not only did not wake up, but had a situation of fighting more and more fiercely. One of the arms of the Black Wind Leader was almost cut off, and he hung there, but as if he didn't even know the pain, he swung the gold-wire machete with his other hand and slashed at the other party one by one.

It's not that Hill doesn't know the danger of this situation, although the masters of the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace are not necessarily much worse than the reincarnation cultists brought by the Rakshasas, and even surpass them, but under such a cruel fight, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred themselves, even if they are lucky enough to win, it is just a miserable victory.

He can control the operation of everything to the truth, and he also has this ancient book of Open Heaven Spirit Treasure, which can be described as a tiger with wings. But in any case, he is also a member of the Monroe world, and he is not afraid of the various spells in the Monroe world at all, but the spells in the desolate world can't help but make him not spend a lot of effort. Although he could also see through the origin, the mana consumed would increase exponentially, and he would not have a choice in such a situation.

Yes, knowing that if he continued like this, he would only make the people of the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace die faster and be injured more, but he was helpless. I have a butt of accounts in front of me that hasn't been paid off, where can I care so much?

An evil smile was expressed from Rakshasa's countenance, and Hill was startled at that terrible look. Where is this still a normal person's eyes? It is clearly a demon crawling out of hell, constantly expressing its hatred for this beautiful world after being tortured!

Hill had not been in contact with Rakshasa before, but at this moment, he clearly felt that this was not Rakshasa at all, not the second disciple of the reincarnation Dao Master, but the knife, a demonic scimitar. People are sword slaves, and they don't know what the origin of this knife is, so that people in the half-step quasi-saint realm can be enslaved for it.

One knife, two knives, three knives!

All three of these slashes were aimed at Ciel. The speed of the three knives was not as fast as expected, but both the arc and the angle were surprisingly weird, and with Hill's experience for so many years, there was no way to predict the direction of attack of the three blades.

Even from a distance, Hill could feel the terrifying power of those three sword qis. Although he is confident that he can take these three moves, it must be in his perfect state. Now, I'm afraid that I'm going to be hit, so I'll just say goodbye to this world directly.

"Bitter, bitter, it's really heaven going to kill me. Strange, I don't seem to be going to die so early, is the prediction of the ancient book wrong?" If there is no use in resisting, why continue?

One second, two seconds, three seconds, more than ten seconds passed in a row, and Hill didn't feel any stinging hurt, or strong splitting pain, could it be that the knife aura emitted by that demonic scimitar could make people die without pain? Hill thought a little nervously.

With a hint of skepticism, Hill opened his eyes, only to see that about two inches from his forehead, three purple rays of light were rushing forward. In front of the purple light, three inexplicable ghost drawing talismans turned into shields that were not big or small on three sides, just right, blocking the purple light tightly.

"Mr. Rakshasa, as the second disciple of the reincarnation Dao Master, you have taken advantage of the danger of others, and you are really shameless to the extreme. Behind Hill, a military general in silver armor was holding several charms, cautiously looking at the people in front of him, not daring to be careless.

"Li Jiancheng, the eldest disciple under the Master's seat, has seen Uncle Hill. With a slight salute, Li Jiancheng stepped forward and took a step, and casually posted two charms and hit the bodies of the pig and the dolphin and Boutis.

This is different from the miscellaneous ghost painting talisman of the Taoist priest of Maoshan, but a mysterious talisman carefully taught by He Lao and Xiao Luo. As soon as the spell was attached to the sword, it began to burn continuously, and the power of the flames released was even comparable to that of the Seven Mysterious Flames.

If Pigfish and Boutis hadn't been entangled in Hill's ancient books, then these flames would not have been a big deal, at most a little trouble. But now their mana is estimated to be less than thirty percent, and there is no room to fight back at all, the two of them screamed more cruelly than killing pigs, and the terrible roar was almost like shattering people's ears.

Bang, bang, two golden lights appeared from the ancient book, and the two guys were bounced away. Looking closely, the fat pig and dolphin had at least more than 100 catties of meat sucked off his body, and one of his right arms was even more brutally destroyed. In contrast, Bottis is even more miserable, he is already thin and has no lower body at the moment, if it weren't for the support of the strong soul of the demon god, I am afraid that he will be beaten back to his original form now and become a big black python. Rao is like this, the realm of the two of them at this moment has also fallen one level, from the realm of Ming to the realm of knowledge, and the mana is less than thirty percent of the original. These two can be said to be almost completely wasted.

The initiator, Hill, the owner of the ancient book, is much better, although the greedy ancient book may not make him better, but after all, he is the owner of the ancient book, and the price paid is more or less light. Although the realm has also regressed, it has finally stabilized, and the mana has consumed a lot, but sixty percent of the true yuan must be enough to deal with the Rakshasa who is not human, ghost or ghost.

"Are you Li Jiancheng? I heard that guy from the fire spirit. Yes, I didn't expect to be so successful in just a few days, and it seems that your two ghost masters are not bad. Holding back the pain and discomfort of his body, Hill said half-jokingly.

Da Luo Jin Immortal, if it weren't for the fact that he had grown from nothing and had reached such a high level of existence from a small Yin Soul in just a few decades, I am afraid that a person like Hill would not have made such a compliment. He couldn't figure out what kind of elixir and earthly treasures in this world could make people grow their cultivation so quickly. And the algorithm power has gone up, and the realm can't keep up, isn't that looking for death?

Li Jiancheng, who was still good, suddenly lowered his head at this time, and seemed to be a little silent, but when he raised his head, there was a determined look in his eyes, and his two fists were clenched tightly.

"Roar!" Rakshasa let out a beastly howl, and he himself was afraid that he didn't know why, he didn't even have the ability to control himself. He could clearly feel his every move, but he didn't have the slightest control at all.

The demonic scimitar in its hand began to shake constantly, facing two enemies who were not weak, obviously, it let out its own unique cheering sound, and perhaps, this was just the opening song of its cruel chapter.