Old Master Ming's scream of shock and anger seemed to be heard in Old Master You's ears.

He wanted to look back, but he felt that the golden feathers in front of him became more and more dazzling, both in their mind and vision. He looked down at him in a daze. A solemn Zen stick poked out a piece from his chest, and blood flowed along the Zen stick.

The old man in black robe grabbed the Zen stick like a flash, trying to pull it away. He struggled for a long time, and his breath fell like a lake with a burst of dam. The body of the black robe fell from the air weakly. With a bang, only a few mud flowers splashed in the mud of Wushan.

This demonic giant who has been in the Demon Realm for decades will die with his eyes open.

The golden body Buddha behind the young monk Jueming was dull and dull. His originally rosy and plump face was covered with cracks like the Dharma image. The young monk's smile still remained. The Buddhist supernatural power "Buddha's Rage" that contained his lifelong vows also caused great damage to him. The young monk followed the footsteps of the old man in black robe and fell to Wushan and was saved by Su You who arrived in time.

Su You flew to the side of Old You's corpse with the little monk on his back. He saw that the Nascent Soul, who was seventy-sixth-sixth-sex as Old You himself, was about to escape quietly. Su You suddenly ran into Su You who was waiting for the rabbit. Su You sneered and grabbed the old You's corpse, who had lost his body and was extremely weak.

Knowing that it was impossible to survive, the old Yuanying of You cursed, and then screamed in Su You's sudden tightening jade hand. The Yuanying was destroyed and his body disappeared.

Seeing that Old You fell here after being caught off guard, Old Ming felt a little cold. The Golden Wheel Array Plate in his hand could indeed stop these two life-threatening sword cultivators, but it was not a long-term solution. He couldn't help but feel a little upset. The support from the predator of Qingyun Mountain would have come so quickly that the Sixth Prince shouldn't have let His Highness do this earlier. You must know that after all, they were on the territory of the Jiuzhou Immortal Dao Alliance. Once they were dragged down, they would be trapped in the mud and doomed.

The formation has turned upside down.

Chang Xi, who was burning the bloodline of the dragon clan, had already changed the cave and the ghost sword trembled slightly in his hands. His chest and neck were covered with evil patterns. His left arm was missing. He could see broken bone stubble and golden flesh in the huge wound that was shoulder-length and broken. A slightly tender dragon scale grew on his cheeks, looking extremely terrifying.

On the other hand, the sixth prince, who was born with a prominent background, was not much better. With his hair disheveled, his body was covered with sword wounds that could be seen with bones. The demonic energy of protecting his body was completely dispersed. His face changed from feminine to ferocious. The clan pattern representing the identity of the royal family in the demon realm at the center of his eyebrows was slowly burning, and he was like Chang Xi trying to extract the power from other clan patterns.

Yingde's eyes were cold, and the surge in Chang Xi's body really made him almost unable to bear it. The dragon clan is not unfamiliar with the royal family of the Demon Realm. In the Demon Realm, there is an evil dragon that has fallen into a demon, and is bound and driven by his father's contract. So Yingde knows very well what the real dragon power is. When Chang Xi burns the power of his blood, he feels the extremely strong majesty of the dragon clan from that burning feeling, which is more than a hundred times purer than the bloodline of the evil dragon?

Fortunately, he still had the advantage of cultivation after burning the clan pattern, allowing him to suppress the half-human and half-dragon monster. Otherwise, he would be far inferior to Chang Xi in terms of bloodline purity.

Xin Tong, whose body was still soft and weak, got up from her sister's arms, and staggered and fell down again. She looked at Chang Xi, whose arm was cut off in the fierce battle, and her tears rolled down, making her heart so painful that she couldn't breathe.

When did he suffer such a serious injury?

She struggled to stand up again, but the power of Wutong Gu was still there. Xin Tong wanted to burn the blood of the Phoenix Clan and kill this villa with her husband, but she could no longer mobilize any spiritual power and energy.

She and Qingxuan had already seen that the purpose of the demon prince was to plunder their Yuanyin to make a furnace for him to practice, and Chang Xi was just the object of his anger.

Xin Tong looked at her palms that could not be able to use her spiritual power, her smile was sad, and tears scratched her cheeks, and she said in a daze: "Xin Tong, Xin Tong, what are you practicing hard for? Isn't it just to be able to bear the storm with him when facing danger? And what are you doing now? Still the poor worm who is hiding behind him, watching him fight desperately!"

Qingxuan knelt beside Xin Tong, hugging her, who was already a little crazy, and she burst into tears.

The evil tattoo is like the demon god Chang Xi used the remaining arm to raise the sword and said in a hoarse voice: "I heard that there are several princes in the Demon Realm royal family. If you come to Jiuzhou to plunder women, if you call other princes, you may not fail."

"Failed? Which eye did you see this prince failing? I now admit that you have some skills and can even force me to burn the clan pattern. As long as I absorb their Yuanyin cleanly, it is not impossible to enter the realm of refining the Void Refining. If you are the ones you have, you will share this good thing with others?"

Ying De touched his ferocious face, which was half of his skin being torn by Zhuyue Arrow, and he didn't know that he had already stepped into the gate of hell with half his foot.

He was still clueless in the forbidden formation that was more than a thousand feet in radius. The sea of ​​blood boiling in his chest had already sank halfway. The golden light of the hundred-foot golden dragon was gone. Every breath caused the spleen and lungs, which were almost shaking into flesh by the gilded sword, torment. Chang Xi couldn't help but kneel on the ground with his only remaining hand, coughing up the blood clots burned into black.

Knowing that time was not long, he stood up and said inexplicably: "That's good."

The arrogant but still had some brains, His Highness narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was a little confused. The sword cultivator in front of him had almost burned the blood and even the bone marrow. Yin Tang turned black, which was clearly a sign of death not far from death. Why did he still feel a palpitation?

Chang Xi murmured softly: "Hundreds of deaths and births."

The Yuehong Sword showed the sword spirit's original shape and said in horror: "No!"

Xin Tong and Qingxuan's hearts trembled, as if something important was gone.

As soon as the Yuehong Sword Spirit finished speaking, an unimaginable fierceness erupted from the collapsed earth under Chang Xi's feet, shaking the running sword spirit away.

Chang Xi's entire body was instantly evaporated with blood, and the famous domineering and radiant flame in the dragon clan instantly burned the talisman and dead wood hiding away into ashes at a speed completely invisible in Yingde's eyes, and then rolled back to his body.

The gilded sword, which was respected as a magic weapon, had already been bumpy in several fierce battles. At this moment, under the Huang Yan that was curled up all over Chang Xi finally came to an end. With a bang, it turned into a pool of broken copper and iron. A burning palm wrapped in Huang Yan seemed to pierce into a piece of butter, pierced into Yingde's abdomen, which had not been reacted from beginning to end.
Chapter completed!