"The Holy One Spirit...... Teng Yi muttered, knowing that this time was truly facing the Holy Strong. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This time, there is no South Thirteen.

Teng Xiang slowly approached, and suddenly found that the holy in front of him, in terms of age, seemed to have lived for thousands of years. Thinking about it like this, I can't help but find that the previous shrimp soldiers and crab generals and so on are not young.

It seems that the lifespan is several times longer than that of a monk on land.

His thoughts flashed, and he spoke, "I just want to see the Dragon Prince." ”

"If you want to see Prince Long, what kind of thing are you?" the big man sneered, shook the heavy whip, and there was a thudding sound.

His huge body is none other than the Giant Clan, one of the Ten Clans of the East China Sea!

"Then I'll change my tone and let Prince Long get out of here!"

"Little ghost, are you really overwhelmed, or are you pretending to cover your ears and steal the bell?" the big man snorted coldly, raised the black whip, his eyes showed a cold light, and he whipped it fiercely.

The most holy blow, a whip like a mountain!

Teng Xuan frowned, he suddenly didn't want to entangle with the other party, whether he won or lost, it would be a waste of time, and it would attract stronger existence.

He came all the way and found that although the power of this Dragon Palace was great and there were many strong people, there was always such an empty feeling, and the sources of many breaths were empty. In other words, the owner of these breaths has long since left, no wonder he broke through all the way, such a big movement, did not alarm many strong people.

Comfort seems to be the main theme here.

With these thoughts, Teng Xuan crushed four seven-grade spirit treasures in one fell swoop, and under the big gulp, the immortal power soared directly from one to two to two!

"Open the bloody body!" he muttered, not retreating, but advancing, and slammed into the big man with a punch.

"Hey, this is, the legendary spirituality? It's a little fairy, it's interesting, hehehe. The white shark man's attention was completely absorbed by the change of desire, and his eyes lit up.

When he turned his head, he ignored the scene where the Desire itself rushed out directly.

Casting a bloody body, consuming a wisp of immortal power, as long as it is not hit, it will maintain the appearance of desire, like a flesh-and-blood clone.

This is the innate ability of immortals, of course, if the cultivation is too weak, it will be seen through at a glance. And the effect can only withstand the force of one blow. As a result, this ability does not have much effect on ordinary immortals. Only powerful immortals can play more of the role of the blood body.

He had heard a little about these things before.

Teng wanted to leap over the big man, flipped his right hand, and held the nameless short sword, he wanted to break the crystal ball outside the Dragon Palace with the fastest and easiest means.

Under his feet, there is an abyss, bottomless, rich black and soul-stunning.

This trench is more than a hundred zhang wide, and it is really large, but as I completely immersed myself in it, I found that it was not like a trench, but like a hole in the bottom of the sea.

An unfathomable black hole.

On the contrary, the Dragon Palace is more like a mountain located in this black hole, which is incompatible with the surroundings. And the sea python, which looked like it was just entrenched under this huge crystal ball.

Now when I look closely, I realize that the entrenched body is only a small part, and most of the rest is instead circling towards the bottom of the mountain in a circle.

How big and how long it is, Teng Desire can't see through it at a glance.

It's weird.

"Take your life!"

With a long roar, I saw a flash of white light, with the breath of a half-saint, picked up an iron rod, and smashed it down at the speed that seemed to burn life.

Buzz!

Teng Yi's right hand holding the nameless short sword immediately swung, and the iron rod clicked in half like a bamboo pole.

The one who came was a green sea serpent, covered with layers of white carapace, and it was the ink that had taken the Life and Death Pill!

Behind him, the Giant Armor Clan finally arrived, but seeing that the leading green turtle saw that the situation was not good, he immediately slapped his hands, and a dazzling green light appeared on the turtle shell, sucking himself in like a teleportation array.

When he appeared, he was behind Teng Desire.

Not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and slapped a palm at him. appeared too quickly, Teng's right hand was still waving by inertia, and Mori's expression was still changing in surprise.

Nothing is over, everything has already begun.

The green turtle's unprepared palm directly rolled back with Teng Lian and Moli, and landed in the army of the giant armor clan.

It was only at this time that the white shark man reacted, he crushed the blood body that he had transformed before Teng Desire, he was furious, as if he had been teased, and he also rushed towards the army of the giant armor clan.

"Stinky little ghost, I actually fooled Uncle Ben with my clone, I must have picked your skin and pumped your tendons. In the roar of the big man, he swung out a black whip, eager to whip him to death.

"He's mine!" Murray threw away the iron rod, not to be outdone, and rushed forward frantically.

"Avenge the master and the brothers!" The swordfish also did not give up, looking at the chaotic scene, they also rushed in.

"Make a way for Murray, rush!"

"Kill that slut, kill, kill!"

For a moment, there was chaos.

The giant armor clan, the ranger clan, and this great white shark all want to kill, and they don't give in to each other, just like fighting for food, you fight for me.

Each of them was angry, murderous, and resentful, and they all wanted to dismantle Teng Lust into eight pieces and chop them into pulp. In an instant, a large amount of blood splashed, not the blood of Teng, but the image of the nameless short sword wielding.

Teng Xuan looked at the siege from all directions, looked at the endless transformation of mortals, looked at the countless transcendental, and looked at the half-step holy realm and quasi-saint like clouds.

Sanctified, semi-holy, holy, everything.

This was the first time he had seen this meeting, and he knew that in the face of such a situation, all the spells seemed to be pale and powerless.

The only goal at the moment is to kill them first, otherwise it will only become more and more difficult.

At this moment, the only thing he trusts is this nameless short sword in his right hand, and everywhere he passes, everything opens!

"Ah, no!"

"No—!"

"What kind of sword is this... My shell ......"

Teng wanted to only make a move, all the way forward, but whoever stood in his way, all of them were dismantled by him, and wherever he passed, there was nothing that could make his sword appear the slightest obstacle.

The three sailfish who slipped through the net before finally couldn't escape the judgment of fate, or they killed themselves.

One by one, they died tragically.

Teng wanted to put away their crystal balls and continue to move forward, the sharpness of the nameless dagger making the latter all get out of the way, not daring to compete with them.

When the head of the giant armor clan, the green turtle's stomach was cut out of a huge hole, and the surrounding area was furious, and even more fear spread.

When they saw that the scaly wounds of Teng Desire's partial body were constantly healing, many shrimp soldiers and crab generals were dumbfounded, their bodies were trembling, and their hearts were shaking.

Pouring one-tenth of the strength of the East China Sea, besieging a monk on land, but being defeated again and again.

The invincible sword, the infinitely healing body, this scene, simply broke their common sense, they couldn't believe it, but they had to believe it.

Murry laughed miserably, his face was hideous, and both of his arms were easily cut off by Teng Desire like cutting tofu. He was covered in blood, and the growing carapace was devouring his vitality, even if his cultivation was forcibly raised to a half-saint, it would be useless.