This pink skull is Qiu Julai's last life-saving technique for the treasure of the box. At this point, he could no longer keep it. If you don't use it again, you may not have a chance to use it in the future.

Therefore, he seized the opportunity, and in order to survive, he immediately resorted to his desperate means. Just like that, he still felt insufficient, and then he bit the tip of his tongue, and three streams of jing blood immediately flew out at the same time, instantly merging into the three pink skulls.

Originally, the pink and bewitching skull was already very charming and eye-catching, full of yin* beauty. When it was integrated into the Jing blood of Qiu Julai, it immediately became a pink gold sè with gold in the powder. Yin*'s aura seems to have disappeared completely, and she has risen a level, like a becoming a lady. It made the deceived monks sink deeper and deeper.

Moreover, the pink skull is even more sporadic and murderous, which can not only affect the monk's mind, but also give the monk a devastating blow when he arrives.

However, these are all for ordinary monks, and of course, for Li Zhaoyuan, who is threatened, there is almost no effect.

No matter how weirdly powerful this pink skull is, it can't compare to the treasure-level ghost armor with strong defensive capabilities. Although at this time, the ghost armor is no longer what it used to be, it is very dilapidated, and it has no prestige of the best treasure weapon, and there is no weapon spirit, but the treasure is still a treasure. No matter how bad a treasure weapon is, it is many times more powerful than any spiritual weapon.

Therefore, Qiu Julai's pink skull wants to break through the ghost armor, which is really a fool's dream. It is also a magic weapon refined by the art of ghost cultivation, and the pink skull can only be a supplement for the ghost shadow armor.

Not only could the pink skull not be able to break through the defenses of the ghost armor, but the temptation psychedelic magic it exuded could not affect Li Zhaoyuan's powerful mind. If you want to use illusion to confuse the Jindan monk, the monk who releases the illusion is at least above the Jindan cultivation or Jindan, or with the help of a powerful magic circle. And Li Zhaoyuan is an ordinary monk, even if he only has a Jindan cultivator, he is not an ordinary Jindan monk who can be compared. Therefore, if you want to use illusion to confuse Li Zhaoyuan, it is almost impossible for a monk of the same level to do it.

Sure enough, when the menacing three pink skulls surrounded Li Zhaoyuan in the middle, Li Zhaoyuan didn't move, letting them fly arrogantly beside him.

It's just that Li Zhaoyuan pinched his fingers slightly, and immediately a grimace appeared, and he sucked the pink skull in front of him and chewed it in one bite. The other two pink skulls were firmly caught by two strange flashing ghost claws, and then quickly pulled over and stuffed into the big mouth of the grimace.

Almost in a single photo, the three pink skulls became the dinner tonic for the Ghost Armor.

This strange phenomenon appeared again, and Qiu Julai was stunned and at a loss, and spit out several mouthfuls of Jing blood one after another, and his face turned pale with horror. The withered head was in a cold sweat, and then flew back without looking back.

At this time, he didn't care if he could escape or not, he would escape first.

Li Zhaoyuan didn't care when he saw Qiu Ju Lai running away again, he just shook his head slightly, twisted his body, and immediately flew out, leaving a phantom.

In a flash, Li Zhaoyuan immediately appeared in front of Qiu Julai, and then raised his right hand slightly and patted it gently.

A palm with a black and white cyclone immediately formed a strike.

Qiu Julai let out a panicked howl, "Ah!" was immediately submerged and swallowed by the black and white whirlpool. He felt as if he was surrounded by a strange force, and he couldn't move at once, and then he was torn apart by that force, and finally he was crushed to death.

Qiu Julai's face was like ashes, his eyes were gray, and his body fell from the sky lightly. There is no longer the coldness of the previous yinsen, but like a dead leaf, it has withered.

When Li Zhaoyuan was chasing and killing Qiu Julai, his left hand did not stop, and he was always in the sword command, as if he was controlling something.

It turned out that when Li Zhaoyuan was chasing Qiu Julai, he released sixty-four yin yang swords at the same time. Those flying swords were there to pursue Sanxiu Yang Dali.

The flying sword's flight through the air was faster than the monk's flying speed. Moreover, with Li Zhaoyuan's Jin Dan cultivation, the speed of the flying sword is even faster and treacherous, and it is elusive. At this time, almost in just three breaths, sixty-four Yin Yang swords surrounded Yang Dali.

Li Zhaoyuan is not a person who loves to kill, nor is he the kind of person who is unforgiving.

He hunted down and killed the disciples of the Bone Worship Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect, that is, the Bone Worship Sect was originally a hostile sect of the Xianqiao Sect, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect had always been Li Zhaoyuan's enemies. Li Zhaoyuan didn't have a good impression of them either.

Just now, Li Zhaoyuan said that the people of these two sects he met were also good people. When they met Li Zhaoyuan, they were also unlucky. As an enemy, Li Zhaoyuan will naturally not be soft, so as not to leave trouble.

At this time, Yang Dali, who was a casual cultivator, was surrounded by sixty-four flying swords. Sixty-four flying swords formed a sword formation, surrounding him, and it was extremely difficult to break out of the formation. No matter how he attacked, he was suppressed by the sword array. At this time, his body was already scarred, his hair was messy, and his clothes and pants were torn. Therefore, Yang Dali was very helpless, so he could only hold on and wait for the opportunity.

Li Zhaoyuan didn't use a killing move, he just surrounded him in the sword array. Otherwise, Yang Dali would have returned to his hometown long ago, and his life would have been whimpered.

Therefore, Yang Dali was not yet hit hard, and he could barely maintain his defense, but he was already like a frightened bird, uneasy.

Yang Dali was in the sword formation, unable to break out of the formation for a while. He couldn't see who was controlling the sword array, and he was amazed in his heart. He didn't know that this was controlled by Li Zhaoyuan from a long distance, and he thought that he was unlucky and fell into the sword formation inexplicably. As a result, the mood was greatly depressed.

He saw that these flying swords looked very much like Li Zhaoyuan's black and white swords, but he didn't see Li Zhaoyuan himself, so he was hesitant and shouted, "It's that senior here." The younger generation was reckless and strayed into this formation. Please also ask the seniors not to be surprised and let the juniors out. ”

Although Yang Dali is only a casual cultivator and has no background, he has rich experience and is well-informed. It can be seen that the sword array surrounding him is not the magic circle originally arranged here, but the sword array controlled by the monk.

And this monk who controls the sword array must be a powerful monk, most likely a monk above the golden pill. That's why he shouted. But after he shouted a few words, no one answered him.

Just when Yang Dali was puzzled, Li Zhaoyuan came just now. He had already entered the range of a hundred zhang, and Yang Dali was suddenly frightened, and he trembled all over, and exclaimed in his heart: "Ah, how did this evil god come here? So unlucky?!"

Yang Dali is extremely unwilling, why do so many people not chase him, but he is the most. I don't have a big grudge against you, do you need to be so reluctantly and aggressive?

However, Yang Dali looked at the sixty-four sword formations around him, his heart settled down a little, and secretly thought: If you want to kill me, you must also break this sword formation first. Instead, he regarded this sixty-four sword formation as his life talisman.

But where did he think that the monk of this cāo sword control array was none other than Li Zhaoyuan, who had just flown away to chase after him.

"Li Daoyou, you and I have no grievances. Why do you have to work so hard with each other?" Yang Dali said with a bitter face.

"yes. You and I have no grievances, why are you so trying to besiege my master?" Li Zhaoyuan sneered.

"This, this ......" Yang Dali was covered in cold sweat and said hesitantly: "I, I was forced by them." I can't help it. ”

He said as if he had become a victim, very pitiful, very innocent.

Li Zhaoyuan couldn't help but laugh, he didn't expect that immortal cultivators also had such shameless goods, and sneered: "Hmph! I dare to talk nonsense in front of the master, take my life!"

I saw Li Zhaoyuan's sword finger wave, and the sixty-four yin yang swords immediately quickly swung and swung towards Yang Dali's four directions.

At this time, Yang Dali could also see with his knees that this sword formation was actually controlled by Li Zhaoyuan. Where are there any senior masters here? So he immediately fell into despair.

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