A low scream, like a sobbing in the night. In the pink blade light, there were only black dead roots, and the beads and shadows flowing on the blade peak flew somewhere. Chixiao stared at the ghostly eyes, looking at the pink and dazzling "Three Peaks Blood Devouring Blade".

"Dead beads, dare to scare this son, almost bite his hand." Chixiao muttered humorously, raising his hand to grab the "three-edged flower handle".

The shadow of the pupil shrank, and his eyes were fixed on the wrist, and a drop of transparent water, falling in the shape of a streamlined bead, hung down on the wrist. Chixiao's pupils shrunk into beads, flickering with the jade pearl light.

"Dead beads, when did you sneak here?" Chi Xiao reached out and grabbed the beads. The shadow of the bead flashed, the water droplets on the wrist disappeared, and when he stretched out his palm, his pupils shrank, his eyes widened, and the beads dropped to his left wrist. Grabbing it with his right hand, the shadow of the bead disappears, reaching out to look, grinning, and the bead drops down to his right wrist.

Chixiao grabbed it several times in a hurry, clasped his hands, covered his wrists, stretched his neck to see, it was gone. Chixiao slowly let go of his wrist and tilted his head to look. Grinning and scolding. "Damn, dead beads, dare to play hide and seek with Lao Tzu".

There was a bone-piercing coldness, soaking through the battle armor and penetrating into the heart, Chixiao's eyes were so frozen that they wouldn't turn, and his fine teeth chattered. Click. The neck rattled with a crisp sound, and slowly bent down, a drop of jasper pearl hanging down the armor on his chest.

Chi Xiaoqi's heart trembled, and the essence and blood all over his body were about to explode, and the roots of green tendons bulged out on his swarthy face. slapped it on the chest, causing Chixiao to cough several times, and the pearl light flew on his wrist.

Crackle, tom. Chixiao stared at the beads of his eyes and slapped his wrists and beat his chest. Countless claw light fist shadows flashed in front of him, hitting the red sky, ah! stick out your tongue, wow! grinning. I can't tell if I'm beating myself or Zhuguang is beating him.

After dozens of sucks. Chixiao stuck out his tongue and gasped. Sitting in a pile of dead roots, circles of broken ash are grinding out under the buttocks. "Dead beads, you have the ability, you come out, let my son slash you, hide in Tibet and calculate what his mother's ability is."

Chixiao climbed twice and withdrew the "Three Peaks Blood Devouring Blade". The panting and heavy breath, the strength to lift the blade from fatigue is gone. The whereabouts of the water droplets are very strange, and the divine sense is obviously locked. The claw shadow eyes closed. The pearlescent light flashed, inhaled, flew through the gaps between the fingertips, and condensed to another place in the blink of an eye.

After hundreds of inhales, Chi Xiao's heart was exhausted, and he obviously felt that the ghostly pearlescent spirituality was above his divine consciousness. If the pearl has divine sense, it will definitely leap hundreds of miles into the red sky.

"Ruyi as you wish" fan flashed black light on Chixiao's neck. Condensed three cursive words. "In my place".

A drop of broken dew, crystal like a tear. A clear light rolled out on the white jade fan. Leaving traces of water all the way, the water trails slowly gathered, and the gurgling flowed into Chixiao's neck.

It was cold, and it slid to the root of the ass through the heart. Chixiao grabbed it with a backhand. Smoke the "wishful heart" fan. Staring at the green eyeballs, staring at the small green water droplets. "Damn, you're here to come, you're really bullied home. If you have the ability, don't move, let me cut you off."

Boom! The water stains on the fan surface disappear. Jasper-like droplets of water condensed on the surface of the fan, motionless.

Chixiao's eyes widened. What the hell? I really dare to call myself, the kid has spirituality. The right side of his face trembled like a cramp, and the three-edged flower handle of his right hand tightened. The "Three-Bladed Blood Devouring Blade" flashed with a faint pink light, and a trace of pink mist slowly condensed into the blade. It was like a raging flame, scorching with three-edged cold light.

"Ruyi Xinxin" fan fan fan appeared, flashing three cursive words. "Don't cut me".

The cold forest stands, and rows of pink blades emit a soft soaking warmth, not like a knife peak, and the road is like a few soft fragrant shadows flying.

Inside the pearl light, a strong cold wind swept by, rolling out a black light. Chixiao's eyes burst into shock. The "three-edged flower handle" that was tightly held in his hand disappeared. "This"

Chixiao was dumbfounded, and the Divine Sense Sacred Bag, the "Three-Bladed Blood Devouring Blade" fled back to the Sacred Bag airspace, buzzing and trembling.

Chixiao's head buzzed, and his ears seemed to be filled with countless bells. The "Three-Bladed Blood Devouring Blade" is a holy weapon given by Yin Zhou, the master of Wuling Cave, with three-star killing power, although it cannot be compared with the holy soldiers, it is infinitely close to the phantom holy soldiers.

Since entering the planting domain, in nearly 100 battles, 47 have used the "three-edged blood-devouring blade", invincible, invincible, and slashed in the air several times, smashing the planter's planter. Chixiao took a high look at the "Three Souls Blood Devouring Blade", and used the "Three Souls Blood Devouring Blade" every time there was a battle of life and death. It can be dealt with the "wishful thinking" fan foot at the time.

Today, a blade fell, and the "Three Souls Blood Devouring Blade" fled back to the holy bag. When Chixiao was in Wuling Cave, he heard Yin Zhou vaguely talk about the classification of holy weapons. The holy weapon is divided by star killing power, which is divided into five stars, one star for Soul Splitting, and two stars for Soul Splitting.

The star lethality of the "Three Souls Devouring Blade" is placed in the middle, although it is not enough to defeat the Soul Splitting Five-Star Hallow, but it is not useless. It depends on the state of the person who uses the holy weapon. "Ruyi Xinxin" fan star lethality is one star, although the killing power is insufficient, but it can move as you like, because of the instrument spirit, it is more handy to use than the general high-star killing power of holy soldiers.

The holy weapon flash soldier is no more than three levels worse in star lethality, and there will be no "flash soldier". Unless, unless the holy weapon enlightenment, Yin Zhou is even more vague in the holy weapon enlightenment. He sighed and said, "This matter is only known to sword cultivators above the Sword Sect of the Holy Sword Mountain."

Chixiao's eyes were right, and there was no need to think about it, this pearl exceeded the three-star killing power of the "Three Souls Blood Devouring Blade", and it was no longer among the holy weapons. Chixiao was shocked and frightened, happy and sad. I am happy that I occasionally get a world-shattering pearl. Sadly, I can't take it anymore.

Chixiao was frightened, and the sound of buzzing came into his ears. "Boy, if you don't kill me, I won't drop you, and you won't offend each other."

Chixiao's ears seemed to have pierced holes, and the humming sound became crisp and loud, buttoning the ears, although this sound was ghostly, how could it be so familiar, as if it had formed a pimple countless times in the depths of the sea of knowledge, and the brain of Ding Dong was painful, and the pain was more than a hundred years.

"Third brother, is that you?" Chi Xiao clasped his ears and shouted a few times, shaking his head helplessly. Skimming the dark shadows of the sky, shining with flowing pearles. scolded in his heart: "Damn, it's hard to deal with one bead if you drop one bead, and if you drop ten beads or eight beads, my son will have to become a pearl slave."

Chixiao stared at the suspicious eyes, and slowly picked up the "wishful heart" fan. With a slight shake, the pearl light fell onto the red fan spike crystal filament, strung into a sparkling bead. Chixiao was half happy and half sad in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what this pearl meant, why there were thousands of pearls in the black root shadow, and this pearl alone fell, teasing his IQ.

Chixiao picked up the "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield", no longer paid attention to the ghostly water droplets, and was aware of the vast and endless dark airspace, the shield illuminated dozens of feet of stone ground, the blood light flashed, and although the snakes and withered roots all over the ground were no longer ghostly, the black stone shadow was daunting and terrifying.

The "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield" leaned lightly on his body, Chixiao's fingertips flashed, and the "Nine Soul Beads" condensed between his fingers and flicked lightly. Poof! The "Nine Soul Beads" exploded into a clear air.

Chixiao was stunned. The "Nine Soul Beads" are not holy weapons, they can be holy objects at best, and ordinary holy weapons are lethal enough to explode. However, the "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield" in his hand is a defensive holy weapon, and it will not attack the holy object. The "Ruyi Will" fan has a device spirit control zhì, and will not attack the condensed holy object itself.

"Could it be?" Chixiao's gaze fell on the glittering droplets, and a burst of turbid air erupted from his nose. God said: "Dead beads, each doing his own thing, don't stop me from finding a best friend."

The jade glow shimmered pale green. "This technique is forbidden here, and it can be traveled for a hundred miles."

"I copy". Chixiao scolded for half a sentence, these days Chixiao is no longer around, and Chixiao has sealed the words of the ruffians for more than a hundred years, and they all came out. Big eyes staring at the black light. "What's the matter? This son was kidnapped by the dead beads, and you have to listen to him with magic and holy relics."

Chixiao wants to condense again, but he can't form beads. The "Nine Soul Beads" condensation beads take six hours. Otherwise, Chixiao really wants to condense hundreds of beads and let him explode and play. Chixiao just thinks about it, condensing the bead once, consuming a wisp of true qi. Chixiao can't wait for wisps of true qi to be used on ideas.

"Damn, dead beads, and a wisp of true anger has been abolished." Chixiao grinded his teeth, and he hated this in his heart! He couldn't fight the water droplets, so he had to open his mouth.

Chixiao lifted the "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield" and put away the "Ruyi Fan", wanting to insert it in the back of his head and block the back of his head. This hellish place, when I walk there, I feel the wind in the back of my head.

"Third brother", Chixiao shouted in a low voice, the black space as ink, his divine sense is not more than a hundred feet, and the sound has not spread far. The ghostly airspace resounded with Chixiao's sullen voice, changing its tone like a wind.

Chixiao glanced at the black root shadow and put down the raised "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield". "It's good that no dead beads fell."

Click, click. Chixiao stepped on the dry and withered roots, and slowly and carefully walked towards the black airspace. The blood shadow of the battle shield was pitch black, and every step of the way comprehended the obscenity of the night, torturing Chixiao's divine consciousness violently.

"Chengying", "Big Brother". The empty black realm is like a burning black tongue of fire, burning the scorching night. Chixiao's throat was burned, and there was a kind of fiery fire through the thorns, and after a few stinging sounds, it became sharp and hoarse.

Chixiao rubbed his stinging neck, and his eyes became strangely solemn. The clatter of feet disappeared, and each foot fell as if stepping on a skin, soft and soft, as if it were about to bounce up.

As the "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield" gradually sank into the bloody light, layers of withered yellow and white nets were laid on the black stone floor. A thick layer, but it can't block the black stone light. "It is".

Chixiao shook off the "wishful heart" fan, and the red letters of the two ghosts flashed. "Stone".

Chixiao pouted. Since entering this ghostly black domain of Montenegro. The "wishful thinking" fan is no longer accurate in sensing the mind. Nothing always flashes "stone, stone".

The buzzing sound echoed in my ears. "It is indeed a stone, be careful". (To be continued......)