I can't hold on anymore, I can't hold on anymore, dozens of people are pale, and their mana and blood are almost exhausted, but the other party's holy Dao aura is still pressing.

"Damn, I can only use that one move," at this time, the battle sky suddenly decided.

"What, you're crazy, if we do that, we may lose a lot, and I don't know if we can make up for this gain," the other man was surprised when he heard this.

"You want to die or you want to live, it's better to lose a lot than to die," said Zhan Cang hideously.

"Not bad," the other agreed.

"Then come on, damn demon clan, even if you are seriously injured, this seat will behead you today," the battle sky roared madly.

Airplanes!

The next moment, a golden light rushed out of the sea of other consciousness, and disappeared in a flash, disappearing into the mirror above his head.

Rumble!

After getting that golden light, the mirror exploded instantly, the originally dim light skyrocketed ten times and a hundred times, and the terrifying aura covered the nine heavens and ten earths, as if a saint had really recovered, the mirror was out of control and recovered independently, and a magnificent breath began to burst out.

At the same moment, the other three made the same move, and for a while, the four holy soldiers completely recovered.

This is their last resort, it is the powerful means of the sect behind them, a wisp of holy dao power is hidden, it can be summoned as a last resort, and the holy soldiers can be revived and fought independently, so that even if they encounter a quasi-saint, they can save their lives, which is their greatest capital.

It's just that with his cultivation, after using it this time, I am afraid that it will not be possible to use such a means again in a hundred years, and he will suffer a great backlash.

They didn't want to do it unless they had to, but alas, they had to do it now.

The pressure on this side skyrocketed, and the terrifying aura of the Holy Dao was permeated, and the four holy soldiers were like four suns blowing in the void, terrifying to the extreme.

Hundreds of millions of miles of land were affected, and in the void, a funnel-like existence appeared to block the spread of the Holy Dao aura.

At the same time, a shadow rushed out of the void and rushed straight to the place where the local creatures and treasures were, like time flies, fleeting, so it's not weird.

Rumble!

With the arrival of that golden light, the existence of the demon clan is also revived.

The terrifying, unimaginable coercion descended, and even suppressed the four terrifying suns, and the entire central land, whether sane or not, all living beings were completely bowed to the earth, except for a few who had the support of the holy soldiers and quasi-holy soldiers, and the others were not spared.

It's terrifying, this is definitely not a holy soldier, it is simply the arrival of a saint, Ji Changkong supported it hard, and a long sword manifested, which was the quasi-holy soldier he brought in.

World War I!

A hazy figure stepped out in the mirror, like an ancient god of war.

World War I!

Three voices sounded at the same time, and among the remaining three holy soldiers, three figures walked out, and four figures each occupied one side, and hundreds of millions of miles of land were sinking.

The holy soldier, who has been sleeping for so many years, returns today, but he doesn't want to have such a harvest, a body in the dark is affected, and then a figure comes from a distance, surrounded by rainbow light, the avenue is ringing together, the whole world is laughing, celebrating, welcoming the arrival of that figure.

If you cross the void, the distance of hundreds of millions of miles is just a snap of a finger, and one step out is a fight to turn the stars, saint, this is a saint, for a while, everyone was stunned.

The figure is hazy and can't see the face clearly, all the ways are singing in unison, and the avenue is retreating, this must be a saint, a saint without a doubt.

How is it possible, Zhan Cangqiong and the others have bitter faces, and their hearts are like ashes.

I thought it was just a holy soldier, but I didn't expect that it was actually a real saint, in such a reluctance, even if he was a hundred times stronger, he was also an ant, what is a holy soldier, even if it is four holy soldiers combined, it is definitely not an opponent of a saint, there is no doubt about it.

Although the holy soldier who revives himself is powerful, it is not a complete strength, although it surpasses the quasi-saint, it is not as good as the saint, after all, it is an independent recovery, and there is no control.

And now, they are facing a true saint.

Despair, incomparably desperate, even the consciousness of resistance does not dare to give birth, it is a kind of coercion without the slightest power of resistance, even if you have the will to fight all over the sky, it will not help, a saint comes, no matter what means he falls, he can't help himself, and his fate is no longer in his own hands.

"No, not a saint, or rather, not a complete saint," at this moment, Cunzài, who came out of the mirror, suddenly spoke, quaint and vicissitudes.

Well?

Upon hearing this, everyone raised their heads and looked hopeful.

Airplanes!

A flash of light flickered, and then the voice of the descending Cun Zài manifested, and everyone was in an uproar, it turned out that it was actually a skeleton that came here, not even a complete skeleton, the ribs and the right hand disappeared without a trace, and the phalanx of the left leg also disappeared more than two-thirds of the way.

It's not a complete saint, it's just a saint skeleton, but it's a saint, what kind of person can make a saint rot, the body is rotten, the bones are broken, it's really incredible.

Seeing this scene, Ji Changkong's heart jumped, it couldn't be the first king's doing, it seems really possible to think about it!

A skeleton, a skeleton of the saint realm, at this time the return of the true spirit burst out with incredible coercion, and the sky is about to turn upside down, this is the feeling of everyone.

"The body is incomplete, the true spirit is broken, we may not have the strength to fight," gritted his teeth for a long time, and the battle sky suddenly spoke.

This......

The others hesitated for a while, this is not a simple matter, facing a saint, even if it is a crippled saint, even if they have four holy soldiers by their side, it is also powerless at this time, it is too terrifying, too terrifying, it is simply desperate, unless the saint is around, there will be no sense of security.

Everyone, fight, in the end, the battle sky gritted its teeth.

As soon as he stomped his foot, the whole person floated into the void, bit his middle finger and pressed it to his eyebrows, and then a strange drop of blood with patterns slowly flew out and finally merged into the mirror.

In an instant, the power of the mirror skyrocketed tenfold!

"Please, senior," Zhan Cangqiong gritted his teeth and spoke, his face was pale, and he was shaky when he stood on the ground, looking energetic.

Cun Zài, who walked out of the mirror, nodded, and with a gesture of his hand, he held the mirror in his hand.

That's it, fight, the remaining three hesitated for a while and nodded suddenly.

With the same action, three drops of blood merged, and the remaining three holy soldiers were terrifying to the extreme, and their power skyrocketed tenfold.

This is the supreme secret technique, it is the secret technique that urges the holy soldiers to need, and it is also the foundation for them to be able to urge the holy soldiers for a short time, and after taking it out now, it means that unless they condense a similar secret technique again, it is impossible for them to urge the holy soldiers again, at least, the current cultivation is not good.

As for reconverging the secret arts, it would be a distant thing, and it would take at least a few thousand years on their own, even if they had the help of treasures, it would take at least two or more jiazi with the help of their predecessors.

It's a lot of hemorrhage, no wonder they're so hard to decide.

Interesting, the skeleton's faint opening, with an ancient atmosphere in the vicissitudes of life.

Click!

With a soft sound, the bone hand reached out, and it came across thousands of miles of void and gently grabbed the mirror, the wind was light and cloudy, as if there was no force at all.

But the moment it approached, countless chains of different thicknesses suddenly appeared within a radius of thousands of miles, locking the mirror in the center densely, and the big hand was unimpeded and directly probed into the mirror, with infinite power.

Airplanes!

The figure holding the mirror shook the mirror slightly, and the light flickered, and then countless identical chains rushed out of it to compete with the chains around it.

At the same time, a large hand poked out of the mirror to fight against it.

Something meaningful, the skeleton opened his mouth lightly, his big hand shook slightly, and the void of thousands of miles shattered into chaos, and then the chaotic power spread and gathered in the big hand in an instant, making the power of the big hand skyrocket.

Click!

With a soft sound, the mirror and the phantom holding the mirror retreated thousands of miles, and the figure was much darker.

Shot together and entered the starry sky, and the remaining few people suddenly fluctuated when they saw this scene.

That mirror is a supreme holy soldier, and its effect is extremely special, it can perfectly replicate the attack and confrontation, even ordinary saints have a headache, but they are repelled by this skeleton in one fell swoop, which is really incredible.

Obviously, the power of this skeleton has surpassed them, even if it is only a crippled one, it is far beyond them, not only that, the insight of this skeleton is also amazing, chaos is unique, it cannot be replicated, the moment he saw the mirror move, the skeleton came up with a way, such an opponent, it is terrifying.