The cultivator who ate the vitality in the sky like a monster, and then extended countless invisible tentacles-like aura upwards was the White Eagle.

Whether it was the Red Eagle or the Black Eagle or the White Eagle, such well-known titles all came from the color of the armor on their bodies and from the fact that they were the three strongest cultivators under the seat of Meng Fang Eagle.

The armor on the Red Eagle is the best red copper in the world, the armor on the Black Eagle is made of black water dragon scales, and the snow-white and flawless armor on the White Eagle comes from the skull of the White Kui Bird.

Bai Kui is a kind of alien bird that lives on the island in the depths of the North Sea, it does not know the destiny of heaven, and it is not as fierce as a demon beast, but the skull naturally condenses the pure heaven and earth vitality, a piece about the size of a thumb, snow-white as jade, more tenacious than a hundred refining gold, and under the external force, it will naturally stimulate the heaven and earth vitality.

At this time, in the depression on the opposite side of the black eagle, the armor on the white eagle's body was made of many pieces of this kind of skull, and the snow-white armor was tightly sealed, and even the face was covered.

This meant that this piece of armor itself didn't know how many Bai Kui had to kill to obtain the required materials, and at this time, the true yuan in the cultivator's sea of qi burst out, and along with the runes inside the armor, the alien vitality naturally contained in each piece of armor was also completely stimulated.

The countless transparent tentacles had an inexplicable brutal aura, just like countless Bai Kui's resentful souls, quietly covering the entire sky, blocking the natural flow of many Yuan Qi, and only a very small number of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi could flow down from the cracks of these Bai Kui souls.

These vitality that could flow down quickly converged towards Black Hawk's body.

Fang Xiumu crossed the Red Eagle army, and he suddenly felt something strange in front of him.

His perception was not as instantaneous as the Black Hawk, who was incomparably familiar with the White Hawk.

In his perception, countless white birds seemed to suddenly appear in the sky in front of him.

The bodies of these white birds continued to expand, layer upon layer, covering the entire canopy.

The Heaven and Earth Vitality that could flow down from the gaps between these white birds was constantly being pulled by another cultivator.

Those heaven and earth vitality that were originally flowing towards him in nature were cut off by these white birds.

So it's a combination of two practitioners.

The two cultivators who practiced completely different exercises were very strange in weaving a dharma domain, not allowing the rest of the cultivators inside to gather the vitality of heaven and earth, but only letting that person use it.

This kind of joining forces is not just a simple superposition of strength, it is far more difficult to deal with than attacking several sword qi of the Seven Realms at the same time.

Fang Xiumu paused slightly, he needed a moment to think about how to deal with these two cultivators.

The Black Eagle held its head high, irrigated by the vitality of the mountain.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little pained.

The sound of flesh tearing through his body continued to sound, and the True Yuan that was frantically gushing out from the depths of the sea of qi and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi combined into an indescribable power, and then disintegrated into the armor on his body.

Pieces of scale armor detached from his body and flew out, exuding a strong natal aura.

In the world of cultivators, the natal aura means that it is unique to him, incompatible with anyone's vitality, and even makes people feel like they have the taste of his flesh and blood.

At this time, the scales that flew out of his body were like this, the outer surface was dark and shiny, but the inner surface was scarlet, like the color of living flesh and blood.

Pieces of scale armor flew from his body slicing through the air and hissing, and cutting through the flowing wind trails visible to the naked eye.

These scales seemed to be flying chaotically, but they had their own positions in the air, and a huge long whip was formed in an instant, and this long whip itself was in the shape of a dragon.

Even the generals behind him were shocked.

None of them had ever seen such an astonishing picture.

There were gaps in the black scale armor, but it was filled with scarlet brilliance inside, as if a black water dragon had come to life, and it was integrated with all the power of the black eagle.

No one knew that Black Hawk's natal object was the armor on his body.

The dragon was formed, and it didn't stop at all, and it devoured the square embroidery curtain in the air in one bite.

Fang Xiumu's body is falling naturally.

He is not the real Eight Realms, and it is impossible for him to directly break the small heaven and earth created by the cultivators of these Seven Realms with their own Yuan Qi power like Emperor Yuanwu, and attract the extraterrestrial Yuan Qi like holy light.

It's just that at this time, he has already figured out that even if he only touches the corner of the Eight Realms, it is still the power of the Eight Realms, as long as he can give full play to this point.

At this moment, on the ground below, almost all the cultivators in the three armies exclaimed in an incomprehensible voice.

Just like scattering gong, the true yuan in Fang Xiumu's body floated out, and even some lowest-level cultivators could feel the true yuan blowing to their side like a breeze.

This came from the true element of Fang Xiumu, which naturally aroused the hostility in their hearts.

In the next moment, they inexplicably found that their surroundings seemed to be quiet, as if they were empty.

In front of the long whip like a black giant in the sky, an inexplicable light suddenly appeared, with that sacred smell.

For practitioners, the sacred means the untouchable, the powerful beyond understanding.

A huge lightsaber formed outside Fang Xiu Curtain's body, heading towards the black dragon.

The sound of armor-piercing resounded in the sky.

It's like a dragon's sorrowful cry and unwilling howl before it dies.

The blood-red flames of light and the shattered scale armor shot out in all directions, even colliding with the countless Bai Kui resentful soul-like qi machines that covered the sky.

Countless violent crashing sounds immediately sounded in the sky, and countless balls of flame gas continued to explode in the sky.

The Black Eagle and the White Eagle were shocked by electricity at the same time, and their bodies were hit to the ground by a huge force, and then they were shocked, and many fine blood beads splattered from the skin of their bodies, and the blood was still spurting wildly from the mouths of the two.

The black eagle, whose natal object was instantly cut off, was so frightened that his brain was blank, and he only felt that life was passing but could not think, but the white eagle, who was slightly less injured than him, was wide-eyed, and was deeply enveloped by a kind of powerlessness and fear.

It was the first time that such a powerful alliance between the two had really appeared in the world, originally in his imagination, it was enough to destroy any of the seven realms in the world, but now it was broken by Fang Xiumu's sword.

What he couldn't imagine the most was that all the true elements that escaped from Fang Xiumu's body seemed to naturally know the way home at this time, and many of them flowed back into his meridians and knots.

This is not in line with the principles of the practitioner's world.

In the simplest terms, where is the reason to take back some of the return fists with the strength of a punch?

Fang Xiumu didn't take into account the feelings of the two cultivators at this time.

He needed to get close to the Thousand Dust Mountains as soon as possible, so he couldn't let anyone who was a threat to him have another chance to strike.

At this moment, he threw out another sword qi with his backhand.

Poof.

There was an explosion in the sea of white eagle qi.

A sharp sword qi was not able to pierce his white armor, but it struck like a giant hammer at his sea of qi, causing the jade palace in the depths of his sea of qi to almost collapse.

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