Wonderful, fluttering!

Zhao Changsu refined the technique of quenching the body, the skin was crystal clear and delicate, the beads were round and jade, the bones were like jade carvings, and his cultivation was close to the Jindan Great Perfection, the body was like a seal, Zhou Shen's breath was not leaked, and his body was huge and full of essence and blood, which was simply a supreme product for Han Chu.

This old demon has cultivated the Five Obscene Gods and Demons, and over the years, he has absorbed the essence of a pure yin girl, and his blood is sweet and mellow, which is extremely delicious.

Half of Zhao Changsu's body was pressed under the evil dragon seal and couldn't move, Han Chu flew up, his mouth was full of four inches of canine teeth into his neck, and a large mouthful of essence blood was constantly swallowed into his abdomen.

The hot essence blood poured into the abdomen, and the golden corpse quenching technique was urged by Han Chu to the extreme, and these essence blood were absorbed by Han Chu at an outrageous high speed, while the essence and blood in Han Chu's heart were frantically breeding, the rolling dead qi was surging outward, and a large piece of dead blood plasma also spewed out from Qi Gen's broken arms.

These plasmas are intertwined like tentacle snakes, from skeletal nerves, meridian muscles, to slightly pale skin, but it is only a breath to fully recover, with the terrifying vitality of his iron-armored corpse, although this injury is terrifying, but as long as his essence and blood are not extinguished, he can recover in a short time.

A large amount of essence and blood in his body was lost, Zhao Changsu only felt a burst of coldness in his body, and the place where he was bitten by Han Chu was pierced with crispy and numb pleasure, and at the same time, the stable soul that he had been tempered for many years seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, and suddenly began to shake, and there was a tendency to gradually leave the body.

"Ancestor, save me!!Ancestor, save me!!"

Thinking of the rumors that the Ancient Corpse King devoured the essence and blood soul, Zhao Changsu's face turned pale, although he struggled violently, how could he withstand Han Chu's huge strength, and howled hysterically in his throat.

Reluctantly formed a magic seal with one hand, wanting to beat Han Chu out, but before Zhao Changsu could make a move, he was held by Han Chu's palm, and the claws that were a foot long were shining with cold light, and the sharpness was no less than that of a flying sword, and blood was splashing, and Zhao Changsu's entire palm was torn off by Han Chu.

Zhao Changsu howled violently, the essence in his body was rapidly draining, and in a short period of time, Han Chu had devoured a full third of his essence blood like gluttony, and the soul origin was even more shaky, as if he might be forcibly dragged out of his body at any time.

Although his physical body had been tempered for many years, and the life essence was strong enough, such a drastic loss at this time still made him dizzy for a while, and he was faintly on the verge of dizziness.

If he couldn't get rid of Han Chu's bite, he, the Five Desires Demon Venerable Zhao Changsu, who had been in the country for many years, would be fallen.

"Buzz!"

The breath vibrate, like a faint crisp sound like a mosquito and a fly, and a five-colored light suddenly emerged from Zhao Changsu's body.

Han Chu's face changed, and the light in Zhao Changsu's body was thick and vast, like an invisible palm, although the strength was not large, it could irresistibly push Han Chu away from Zhao Changsu's side.

Zhao Changsu almost fell into a coma, but a layer of five-colored light rose from his skin, the streamer was gorgeous, dazzling and bright, and a dazzling light emerged from Zhao Changsu's seven orifices, and a powerful divine thought that made people unable to resist the slightest thought emanated from Zhao Changsu's body.

The breath is not harsh, nor is it slaughtered, in the flow of five-colored light, the breath is endless, endless, as if it is a mountain, a water, a wind, a cloud, the world in front of you, endless, so that people can't help but feel humble, pious worship.

Han Chu was pushed out a hundred meters away by this five-colored light, and secretly said in his heart, he stretched out his hand and sprinkled a bright golden light, and put his head on Zhao Changsu's head.

The poignant sound of "snorting" broke through the air, hundreds of Jin Ge divine soldiers of different shapes, and dozens of ice spirit divine lights, turned into distorted electric light in the sky and shot away, violent, ruthless, so powerful that Zhao Changsu, who only had half a life left, into a sieve in an instant.

Thousands of rays, colorful and gorgeous, such as polar smoke clouds, dazzling and bright, hundreds of Jin Ge divine soldiers in the luster seem to be stuck in a quagmire, and the speed visible to the naked eye is getting slower and slower, but just shooting into a distance of more than ten meters, Jin Ge divine soldiers and ice spirit divine light are like lard under the flames, silently melting and decomposing, turning into a golden and white crystal light scattered around.

Han Chu's pupils contracted violently, and a solemn look appeared on his face, he could see clearly that the energy of the Jin Ge Divine Soldier and the Ice Spirit Divine Light was not dissipated, but was swallowed and absorbed by the five-colored smoke, and fed back into the nourishment of the five-colored light.

This colorful and dazzling smoke and haze divine light is obviously the same as the Five Elements Extinction Divine Light used by Zhao Changsu, but this faint divine light is far more powerful than the divine power used by Zhao Changsu.

If it is said that the Five Elements Extinction Divine Light in Zhao Changsu's hand is gold and jade, although the momentum is vast, but most of the power has been wasted, on the other hand, this ray of divine light is tepid, like the wind and clouds, and there is no trace of fireworks, but it is sharp, and the power is stronger than the divine light in Zhao Changsu's hand, I don't know how many times stronger.

Han Chu's heart twitched suddenly, what was it that made the amazing world-class cultivator use such a mysterious and unfathomable supernatural power, if this person was in front, Han Chu would definitely be defeated.

Faintly, Han Chu suddenly noticed that the water in this cultivation world was deeper than he had imagined, and he hadn't discovered it before, just because he wasn't qualified enough, when he climbed to the top of a mountain, he could see that there was an even more majestic sky-high peak behind the mountain.

The evil dragon is printed with a black ghostly light, and the evil dragon on it is lifelike, like a raging sea, roaring in the sky, and the magic power is domineering, although it is only four feet high, but it is as heavy as mountains and rivers, but even so, it is still held up by the five-colored light for three inches.

In the five-colored light, Zhao Changsu's mouth was wide open, a little bit of faint blood kept dripping from the corners of his mouth, and most of his body was crushed into flesh, dying of grinding, and it looked like he might lose his breath at any time.

Painful, Zhao Changsu raised his head with difficulty, his barely earned eyes were full of resentment, he stared at Han Chu deadly, and a fierce smile appeared on his miserable face, "Little bastard, you wait for me! I want to make your life worse than death, and you will never be able to live forever! You wait for me! cough hehe!!haha!!"

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and Zhao Changsu laughed like a madman, just the laughter affected the injury, and he spit out thin strands of pale pink blood in his mouth.

In Zhao Changsu's hysterical howl, this five-colored breath turned into a breeze, wrapping his broken body, and following the yin wind whistling in the small nether sky, like a colorful rainbow in the dark clouds shooting into the distant sky.

Zhao Changsu is known as the five prostitute gods and demons, he has been famous for many years, he is strong in magic, and he is close to the Jindan Great Perfection, and he is cautious and vicious, if Han Chu does not have the help of supreme killers such as the Heavenly Sword, he will be defeated this time.

Such an opponent, if he can't fight all at once, he will definitely become a scourge in the future, since he has completely fought with Zhao Changsu, how can Han Chu allow this old demon to run away from his eyes.

"Roar!!"

The fierce light in Han Chu's eyes was revealed, and the true body of the zombie was directly revealed, a fierce sword light rose into the sky, and a dense emerald green dead qi gushed out, evil and domineering, arrogant and fierce, like an unyielding demon god, tearing the sky and the earth, and roaring in anger.

Han Chu himself didn't even notice it, and before he knew it, he had faintly had a bit of the world-shattering power of the golden fierce beast in the inheritance phantom.

The sword yuan in his body suddenly burst out, and a whirlwind of golden and green horns swept through, wrapping Han Chu's body and rising into the sky, sweeping away with a fierce roar, and slamming into the terrifying five-colored smoke cloud.

Like falling into a quagmire, the body was viscous, the five-colored flowing light turned into endless resistance, and the qi wrapped outside the body was quickly decomposed, and black smoke came out of Han Chu's whole body, and his whole body was scorched black in an instant, like black charcoal being burned, and in the billowing black smoke, streams of incinerated debris floated high behind Han Chu.

"Old bastard, give me death!!" The bearded hair and skin were scorched and scattered, but Han Chu's muscles and bones were like red-hot soldering irons, billowing black smoke, with a fierce smile on his face, like a lava demon.

Zhao Changsu was frightened by the fierce Han Chu and froze in place, the cruel smile on his face suddenly froze, and he didn't wait for him to have the slightest respite, he only felt that his neck and legs were tight, like two iron tongs, a terrifying physical force, and he couldn't move.

Like a rooster being choked by the neck, Zhao Changsu screamed hysterically, like a drowning man hammering to death, dancing violently with one hand and one foot, barely condensing the mana that had just recovered in his body, but before he could cast a spell and struggle, he was slammed into the sea of qi by Han Chu with his knee, and the mouthful of true yuan that had just been condensed was suddenly shattered by this sharp blow.

Raising his head reluctantly, Zhao Changsu saw that he only felt that his body was light, and he was held horizontally in the air by Han Chu's two huge claws, grabbing his neck and legs respectively, and his face was like a red-hot black iron, with a chilling and fierce smile, "Old bastard wants to leave, leave my life behind!"

Seeing that he fell into the hands of Han Chu, Zhao Changsu couldn't hold back any longer, and begged with a panicked face, "This fellow Daoist, this little friend, I am willing to swear, I am willing to serve you as the Lord."

However, Han Chu didn't give him a chance to finish speaking, and twisted his arms in the opposite direction, like twisting a twist, cutting off the remaining half of Zhao Changsu's body alive, and the flesh and bones were splashed all over the sky.

At the same time, Han Chu was not idle, the speed was almost at the same time, and the palm of his hand was slammed into Zhao Changsu's chest, and the speed was so fast, but between the lightning and flint, when it came out, Han Chu already had an extra five-color streamer in his hand, which was as bright as a pearl, which was the five prostitute golden pills that Zhao Changsu had cultivated for many years.

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