Although the two ghost claws that the corpse-faced dragon shrank under the ribs were far less shocking than the bone sickle on both arms, they were equally ferocious and sharp. Many human monks had killed this unpredictable attack by gods and ghosts, but this time it was still as expected.

The claws stabbed into the abdomen of the sword cultivator. The corpse-faced dragon wanted to crush the intestines of the human boy into flesh. Until the claws were stirred, it was discovered that the flesh of the human sword cultivator was really strong and tight. The ghost claws were only stabbed into the abdomen and it was difficult to store them. It would take some effort to completely smash the kid.

The ghost claws were snatched again, but this kid didn't have a spiritual platform?

Lingzhi's corpse-faced dragon was full of doubts, is this kid a human or a monster?

"roll!"

Chang Xi endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and the sword intent and sword energy swirled backwards towards the corpse-faced dragon. Fortunately, his spiritual platform had already been transformed into a small sword, so he was not dug up by the corpse-faced dragon.

The corpse-faced dragon laughed strangely, and the ghost claws under his ribs suddenly pulled out from Chang Xi's abdomen, bringing out a bunch of golden blood. The corpse-faced dragon lowered his head and licked the golden blood stained on the ghost claws. The light in the red eyes surged again, and the scarlet tongue hissed.

What an essential human tonic!

The bearded man and the golfer had pale faces and trembled like shaking bran. The terrifying aura on the corpse-faced dragon that was far beyond the Golden Pill Realm made them almost shatter their minds and Taoist hearts. The two tried their best to turn around and escape. This was a matter of fact, but before their legs could take a few steps, two big heads full of horror fell into the blood with a thunderous sound.

The golfer, who had a dream of a hero, died with his eyes open and died in a foreign land as soon as he left home.

Madam Du staggered and sat in the blood, her beautiful face was gone, and the two heads rolled down to her feet and the Junyi Jian Cultivator who was severely injured after a meeting were seen. At this time, even escaping was a luxury.

The corpse-faced dragon split the old man who was facing his back to him and wanted to escape into two halves from the Tianling Cover, and his organs and intestines flowed all over the ground, and was instantly swallowed up by this cave that descendants had called the illusion of flesh and blood.

The fishy smell on Madam Du's body made the corpse-faced dragon disgusted. The dragon tail wrapped in huge force attacked Madam Du's waist and almost broke her in the waist. On one side of the flesh and blood wall in the corridor, she opened her huge mouth and swallowed the woman's upper body on the back.

Madam Du still had a breath. She could sense that her body was corroded and assimilated. In despair, her delicate body struggled and twisted, and her ferocious mouth bitten. All the flesh and blood above her waist were cut off and swallowed. Two tight legs under her slender waist that once made countless men fall into the corridor miserably.

The pale and ferocious face of the corpse face was very leisurely. One arm was unscrupulous and killed people without restraint. The other arm blocked Yuehong, whose sword was pulled by his spiritual sense, and Chang Xi saw the tragic appearance around him. The poisonous corpse qi in his abdomen rushed around. He supported the ground with one palm and used dragon blood and sword energy to cleanse the rich corpse qi in the wound. He was already willing but not enough.

He suppressed the pain in his abdomen and took all the healing pills and tapped them around the acupoints around the wound, so that he could barely stop the flow of gold blood and qi. The rich corpse energy on the corpse-faced dragon was gradually becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. This monster, which was famous hundreds of years ago, returned to the Nascent Soul Realm, would even give him three or five more Yuehong to bury him here.

The angrily eyes of the Buddha's light, Vajra, with a Zen stick, crossed the corpse-faced dragon and fell from the sky, and fell lightly in front of Chang Xi. The beautiful face under the two scars of the ring were solemn, and he lowered his head and folded his hands together. When he raised his head, his tender palms were pushed out to block the ferocious bone sickle.

Buddhist Vajra Palm.

There are also Buddhist figures in the sects that erected six monuments hundreds of years ago. The corpse faces, whose old hatreds surged into their hearts, rubbed their lips and teeth like gold and iron, and said sarcastically: "The bald donkey is looking for death."

The Buddhist supernatural powers are born to restrain evil and filth, but they vow to make the blood-stained corpse-faced monsters in Buddhism do not care about the pain at all, and just roar and wave their arms and then slash.

The little monk's feet remained unmoved, and his eyes were glaring behind him, the Vajra Dharma Image supported the Buddhist secret magic Vajra Cover with a Zen Staff. The corpse-faced dragon with strong corpse energy was full of resentment. Every time he cut off an arm, he could make a ferocious hole appear on the Vajra Cover, which was known to retreat to all the laws in the world.

Even if the patient is better, the corpse-faced dragon, which has been sealed for a hundred years, has limited patience. The corpse-faced dragon, which was entangled by Yuehong, suddenly got rid of the entanglement of the flying sword, lifted the bone sickle and stabbed it deeply into the seemingly core part of the flesh and blood. The smelly essence and blood rolling in the bloody mouth. In just a moment, the corpse-faced dragon's aura suddenly increased, and arms reappeared behind it.

Vajra's eyes were angry, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and the young monk lowered his head without saying a word. He untied his chest and polished the round copper buckle for him during his lifetime. He rolled up a golden light on his shoulder to bind the corpse-faced dragon's back and the newly born arms on the back of the dragon.

The fiery red cassock rolled up with golden glow like a ball of sunset in the sky, tightening a pair of hideous arms. No matter how painful the demons and evil spirits could not withstand the Buddhist supernatural powers on their backs, the monster was vacant and about to smash the Vajra cover into a shattered bone sickle and thrust behind it.

The fiery red cassock, which was considered more important than his life, was instantly poked and smashed, and the entrenched Vajra Dharma image broke out countless tiny cracks, and there was an unstoppable cry in the Buddha's light lit up by the lonely Zen Staff.

The young monk had no regrets, his hands were still clasped together, his solemn face was golden, and his blood and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he whispered to his back.

"Give up the donor, go quickly."

He destroyed his magical powers and the master's relics that were more important than life, and he was only willing to give Chang Xi this short breath.

Chang Xi's eyes were red, and the phantom of the golden dragon entrenched behind him was also full of murderous intent. He stepped on the soles of his feet and took a bloody step forward, and his palms filled with murderous intent came forward.

Cut the mountain with one hand and the river with the other hand, and slashes its new arm around it.

The corpse-faced dragon laughed furiously, and the ghost claws under his ribs grabbed the arm cut by the flying sword and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it. Three good words were spit out from his mouth, which was flowing blood.

Chang Xi did not go and looked at the corpse-faced dragon again. Since it was difficult to overcome the natural barrier of cultivation, Chang Xi would not sit and wait for death. He picked up the young monk who was already angry and drove his sword and rushed out of the cave. A rain of blood was sprinkled behind the two of them.

The little monk was hanging a thread to save his life, and Chang Xi could not leave him alone.

The Dharma image is broken, the magical powers are abolished, and the force of using the foundation-building realm to fight against the corpse-faced dragon that is only one line away from the Nascent Soul Realm. It is a destiny to take it out casually.

Chang Xi trembled and took a drop of blood on his tongue to the little monk who closed his eyes. It depends on his own fortune whether he was alive or dead.

The corpse-faced dragon chased after him, and the mountains, rivers and giant trees could not stop them at all. The distance narrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chang Xi, who was running away desperately, bit his lip and had crazy thoughts in his heart.

Deep in his mind, Chang Xi stroked the Tianhuang Spirit, the size of a child, and pointed to the ferocious corpse-faced dragon not far away and said, "Good son, if you give you enough spiritual power, how long can you block this disgusting guy?"

Tianhuang's delicate little face was full of solemn writing, and he was crisp and crisp as Chang Xi often frowned, saying, "Five days... no, it should be only three days."

"Three days? I know."

Chang Xi's body spread out his palms, and the inner pills of two Void Mantis were suddenly in it. The ring on the index finger flashed, and anxiety came from it.

Chang Xi looked up at Tianji and then at the soles of her feet, her face gradually became firm, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and said, "My little monk and I will ask you!"

The sword-driven figure suddenly jumped down from the air, and the corpse-faced dragon that followed him developed a ferocious and joyful look, and the huge body twisted and swept away.

Suddenly, a blue curtain shut out a pair of hideous bone sickles.

Two figures sat cross-legged under the light curtain, and tens of thousands of spirit stones turned into a handful of powder in Chang Xi's hand. All of the spiritual power was infused into the Tianhuang sword sheath. The Tianhuang sword sheath turned into a boy's appearance. The face that was broken was red, and he puffed up his cheeks high to block the ugly guy who injured his father from the light curtain.

The little medicine swung the pigtail and quickly picked the rare herbs from the medicine garden to refine healing pills for Chang Xi and the little monk. Her eyes that seemed to be able to speak were filled with tears. Looking at the hideous wounds on Chang Xi's abdomen, she felt really distressed.

The corpse-faced dragon could not break the extremely tough Tianhuang ban after several hard work, but its intelligence was almost incredible. It could be seen that although the scabbard was erect in the center of the light curtain, the light would faintly dim as it fell on the light curtain every time it slashed.

The corpse-faced dragon's eyes jumped red, and said ferociously: "I thought I could escape my life by hiding in this turtle turtle hood? When I break this restriction, I will swallow you inch by inch and I will not let you die so easily."

Chang Xi said nothing, with firmness and madness in his eyes. He swallowed two inner elixirs with rich virtual air.

If he fails to become a Vajra body, he will corpse here.
Chapter completed!