"How's it going?" Li Chuan asked in a deep voice.

"It's okay, I won't want my life. Bai Lang's voice then sounded. After speaking, his huge beast body shook and stood up again.

"Are you injured?" asked Li Chuan with a frown. As he spoke, his hands moved together, constantly extinguishing the lightning that came from him.

"It's okay, it's not strict. Then Bai Lang's voice suddenly turned cold, and he snorted: "This time, even if I am desperate to consume a hundred years of cultivation, I must kill him here! ”

"Don't be impulsive yet, with his current state, the three of us may not have a chance together. Li Chuan heard him say this, and hurriedly persuaded.

"I don't have a choice, and in my current state, I can't last much longer. And even if this person seems to be extremely overdrawn at the moment, it is difficult to guarantee that there is still some means to press the bottom of the box that has not been used. The so-called 'hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen', and he must not be underestimated. ”

After Bai Lang finished speaking, seeing that Li Chuan was silent, he knew that he agreed with his idea, so he no longer hesitated, and after a roar, his waist suddenly bowed, and the surface of his skin quickly cracked, and in an instant, countless blood spurted out. But it didn't fall to the ground, but after the bone spurs behind him trembled and buzzed, they all gathered together, forming a strange circle of blood, tightly surrounding the bone spurs.

Seeing this, Li Chuan had already come to him in a hurry, stretched out his hand, and continued to resist the bright silver lightning that kept bombarding him.

At this moment, the bloodthirsty demon wolf suddenly raised his head, as if inhaling. The body swelled up all at once. The next moment, the circles of blood suddenly entered his body along the bone spurs. But he didn't do anything next. It seems to be waiting for a suitable shot.

The middle-aged monk dodged the silver light and thunder bombardment while resisting the pursuit of the leopard seven flying fangs. I also have time to pay attention to the movements of the bloodthirsty demon wolf and Li Chuan's side. But suddenly seeing Bai Lang doing this, I don't know what kind of magic power he was preparing, and he was shocked, and he suddenly felt a little bottomless.

But he obviously didn't have the energy to think about it, because the Flying Fang Magic Weapon had once again appeared at his side out of place, and at the same time, a silver lightning bolt slashed down. He sighed and was about to use his escape spell to dodge, when he suddenly heard a deafening wolf howl.

And with it. He suddenly felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling uncontrollably at that moment, and it was ten times more intense than before.

If the middle-aged monk hadn't been injured or had not consumed so strictly, although Bai Lang's roar was powerful, it would not have caused him to lose his combat effectiveness in an instant. But now, even if this effect only lasts for a few breaths, it is enough for him to never turn over.

Then there were two sounds, but it was the silver light and thunder that struck his defensive rune light shield. and the sound of the Flying Fang magic weapon breaking his body in an instant.

With an angry shout, the fontanelle above his head suddenly opened, and then a little face of a half-foot-tall Yuan Ying quickly rushed out under a layer of fine electric light.

Obviously, this silver light thunder not only took care of his body, but even Yuan Ying didn't let go. Fortunately, his cultivation is extremely profound. Even if he was disturbed by the bloodthirsty demon wolf's bloodthirsty demon voice, he couldn't control the true qi of his whole body for a while, but he still resisted it with the damaged infant fire.

Otherwise. At this moment, I'm afraid this primordial baby will not be much better than the body that has become charred.

The yuan baby escaped more than ten feet away. The infant fire around the body was swept away in an instant, and then he reached out and made a move. A burst of silver light shot back, and it was his damaged Natal Flying Sword. Then they fled together and went straight to Li Chuan and the others, and the speed was twice as fast out of thin air.

The bloodthirsty demon wolf is now at the end of his crossbow, and it is the best time to kill him.

The great hatred of destroying the miè body was not shared, and that little face was already full of crazy anger.

At the same time, Li Chuan sensed that his gaze seemed to inadvertently sweep over him, thinking of his state at the moment, and immediately knew what he had in mind. couldn't help but snort, "Bai Lang, return to the 'miscellaneous' room with me, this old puppet still doesn't seem to give up." ”

As he spoke, a man and a beast retreated in a flash.

At this time, Yuan Ying also followed in a flash, and without saying a word, the sword light slashed towards the neck of the bloodthirsty demon wolf.

The bloodthirsty demon wolf opened his mouth and spat out Neidan, colliding head-on with the flying sword.

After a thud, the demon wolf let out a low roar, shook it twice, and almost collapsed to the ground. Then his body twisted rapidly, and he quickly recovered Bai Lang's original appearance. But then he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was extremely pale, and his expression was extremely depressed.

That Yuan Ying was attacked by Bai Lang Neidan, and his body shook with it, but in the blink of an eye, it recovered as before, and the impact didn't seem to be too great. Then a trace of resentment appeared on the little face, and with a wave of one hand with angry eyes, he was about to control the flying sword again to completely kill Bai Lang.

At this time, I saw Li Chuan's palm flipped, and the white waves disappeared immediately. Seeing that the situation was not good, he was accepted into the Songwen Ancient Ring.

Then Li Chuan's mind moved, and four streamers shot out, and a mysterious aura completely enveloped the entire "miscellaneous" word room between breaths. And as he pinched the magic technique with both hands, a cloud of mist suddenly appeared in the four corners of the south, east, west, and northwest, and the four holy beasts were faintly entrenched in it. While arranging the Demon Refining Array, he didn't forget to open his mouth and spit out a purple light, and then turned into a small tripod and spun in the air above his head.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying frowned slightly, and then suddenly felt something, his face immediately changed, and he said in a deep voice: "You are actually a soul devouring old demon!"

Li Chuan smiled faintly, "That's right! Now that you know the identity of Zaixia, don't you have to continue to resist? You must know that God has the virtue of a good life, and if you are not forced to do so, you will not be able to kill all your Taoist friends in the Xia, at least it can give you a chance to re-enter the reincarnation." He felt a little strange in his heart, "Could it be that this old guy's cultivation is too high? Otherwise, why would Ziding have no effect at this moment?"

Yuan Ying showed a wry smile when he heard this, and sighed: "It's really funny, the old man still wants to take away you, the devil!" He shook his head incessantly, as if he had really given up resistance. But then he suddenly pointed his hand, and the flying sword that had been hovering above his head shot out in an instant.

But at this time, Li Chuan flashed, and suddenly he was a few feet away, and at the same time, as soon as the lid opened, countless black silks were wrapped around him. Li Chuan, who was deeply affected by this kind of practice, knew very well about it, where would he give him a chance to sneak attack.

Yuan Ying's move failed, a little surprised, and when he saw these black silks entangled, his expression was suddenly extremely solemn. Before he could think about it, he opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of baby fire. The black silk is condensed by soul power, and the fire is basically useless, but the infant fire of a great monk like him is a little restrained to it, so it is burned by this infant fire, and soon a large number of black silk "Zizi" will turn into a puff of green smoke and disappear without a trace.

Li Chuan's heart jumped, and the pupils of his eyes shrank slightly imperceptibly, and then an almost completely transparent sword-shaped fluctuation shot out. (To be continued......)