Beast

Yang Qing, who had yellow and black tiger stripes on his face, felt his arms were so numb that he lost consciousness. Whether it was the roaring waves or the impact of the turtle shield, the force was unprecedented for him. The blows and impacts were as hard as thick lower-grade magic weapons.

The force of the counter-shock on the door cannot be easily offset.

The enhancement of the soul is related to the control of the physical body. In the past five days, he has been practicing the "Three Yang and Seven Yin" scriptures crazily and repaired it with stalactite essence, allowing the manipulation and use of his power to increase rapidly.

The third level of "Extreme Strength" is barely accessible. The strength of the whole body except the arms can be twice that of the normal right arm, which is about 10,000 kilograms. This is a huge improvement compared to the previous five thousand kilograms.

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When transforming into a beast, the strength of the whole body is doubled. The right arm is about 10,000 kilograms and the left arm is about 11,000 kilograms.

Although the beast transformation failed to strengthen the soul, it was not consistent with the physical strength of the beast transformation, which was equivalent to the weakening of the soul. The "Ultimate Strength" returned to the second level, but the total body strength that can be manipulated except for the arms is still 10,000 kilograms. Using

The increased power of 'Terrible Waves' is still 10,000 catties.

The strength of the whole body except the arms, the strength of the right arm, the increase of ‘turbulent waves’!

In this way, if the strength of 10,000 jins is increased three times and the un-increased strength of 10,000 jins is added, then the power of this style is fully 40,000 jins.

The evil spirit arouses the power of inheritance in the essence and blood of the enlightened beast, causing Yang Qing to transform into a beast. Although compared with the strength of the soul, the enhanced power is equivalent to external force, but it can be used. After all, no matter how the muscles are strengthened, they will always belong to Yang Qing.

, are all controlled by the soul.

Hitting something as hard as a heavy door cannot be compared with hitting spells, weapons in the hands of monks, spells, etc. If it weren't for bone refining to make the bones as hard as iron, then the bones in Yang Qing's arms would have been broken at this time.

Even though he was refining his bones, the force of the shock still left his arms numb, so he could only hold the long stick Wu Lie and the turtle shell shield.

In his beastly state, Yang Qing had no other expression except for violence, but his clear mind still had normal emotions.

"Pirate ship!" Yang Qing cursed in his heart and squeezed into the chaotic monks. "The water in this area is very fast. Most of the monks on the deck will squeeze into the cabin, which will become a turtle in a urn. As long as the formation is activated, a

massacre"

Although Yang Qing's heart was violent, his clear mind was still panicked and frightened by the situation.

There are many rooms in the cabin, and the aisles are very narrow. Previously, some monks were standing in the aisles, or in and out of each room. Moreover, different rooms have different powers of formations.

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Therefore, most of the monks who were killed on the spot were the monks who lived in each room, and most of the monks crowded into the narrow corridor.

In each room, formations with different powers are still being activated. No one will seek death and rush into the room. The doors of each room are either deformed or damaged, and there are even monks who are squeezed into two sections by the door.

Steaming scarlet blood gurgled out. Inside the room, a layer of blood accumulated on the floor of the corridor, covering the uppers of the shoes. The warm, fishy, ​​and sticky feeling made people feel nauseated.

feeling.

Fortunately, there were too many monks in the aisle, so the thick blood would not cause the feet to slip and fall.

At this moment, there were no distinctions between male and female cultivators, no regard for the dignity of the young and the old, no regard for the torn robes, and they all swarmed towards the deck.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

"Chichi!"

The sound of shattering flesh and bones, the sound of the impact of magic weapons, and the sound of true energy passing by!

The disciples from the Huaqing Sect on the second floor of the cabin all rushed forward, using magic weapons that burst with light, roaring spells, and detached sword light to kill the monks who were crowding the stairs and running for their lives in panic.

In an instant, a dozen terrified monks fell into a pool of blood.

Such a narrow corridor was so crowded with monks that they couldn't even turn around, let alone resist.

It takes less than five breaths of time to activate many formations in the room.

Thirty to forty people were either reduced to pieces in the room or torn apart in the corridor.

At this moment, all the monks realized that this ship was a pirate ship, a black ship, and a purgatory where countless monks were buried!

The reason for releasing the news about the robbers hijacking the ship is firstly to keep the monks in prison, and secondly to get rid of the name of the robber. Even if someone escapes, he will be labeled as a robber.

"Run away, run away to the deck." Someone yelled crazily.

The corridor is less than three feet wide. The heavy doors everywhere and the attacks shooting out from the walls of the room make it extremely crowded.

"Boom!"

The Huaqing Sect collects the lives of cultivators as quickly as mowing grass, and as easily as killing chickens and dogs.

"Kill! Whoever blocks the way will die!"

There were hysterical screams. In order to survive and escape to the deck, the monk had no choice but to kill the people in his way.

One person has such an idea, and there are many effects!

In an instant, blood splashed!

The disciples of the Huaqing Sect rushed in, and all the monks who were fleeing were fighting together.

More and more disciples of the Huaqing Sect gathered together. All their robes were clean and without any stains. They struck coldly without any mercy. They were not surprised at all the cultivators killing each other. It seemed that they had seen this kind of scene so many times that they were numb.

"Ouch!"

Yang Qing didn't look or listen, but the pungent smell of blood still made him more violent.

The cultivators were not surprised at all by this appearance. This time, no one cares whether you are a human or a ghost. If you dare to block the way, you will be killed.

"Ouch!"

His violent intentions almost made him give up on escaping, and he wanted to tear into pieces all those who threatened him.

However, he still has reason, so he can't do this.

It's not about being soft-hearted, it's not about compassion, it's about my true nature.

"ah!"

The monk running in front of Yang Qing suddenly screamed in terror, and he knew that they were killing each other behind him, but he was only a dozen steps away from the cabin door. However, would he die here right now? He thought like this in his heart

I can't help but feel resentful and "crazy!"

"ah!"

What awaited him was not severe pain, but his body vacating.

"Ah!", "Ah!"...

The seven or eight people on the iron ladder screamed in fear.

I saw seven or eight people piled into one place, all their bodies in the air, and moving towards the hatch faster than before.

"Ouch!"

His face, which was always full of weird tiger stripes, was filled with pain at this time. He was holding a tortoise-shell shield with both hands, and there were seven or eight monks on the tortoise-shell shield. In this way, he stepped on the trembling iron ladder upwards.

Run.

There is not much feeling in both arms, no pain, and some just don't listen to instructions.

"Ouch!"

His arms were shaking violently, and the iron ladder under his feet seemed to be about to collapse.

The sound of fighting behind him was getting closer and closer, and accompanied by the violent roar of the tiger, the running speed became faster.

"Bang!"

The cabin door opened easily, and the frightened monk, who was stacked on the tortoise shell shield, relaxed, thinking that he had seen Tianri again, but the scene he saw made his heart fall to the bottom again.

The deck was filled with water vapor, and two groups of monks were fighting not far away, and the winner was decided in the blink of an eye.

On one side, about ten disciples of the Huaqing Sect were beheaded on the spot, while on the other side there were seven or eight monks headed by a thin young man who were still alive.

The top of the deck was shrouded in a layer of aqua-blue light, and the highest point was only less than ten feet tall.

This is, there is no way to heaven, and there is no way to enter the earth!

"Crack!"

Yang Qing pushed seven or eight people to the deck. Seeing such a scene, his heart suddenly tightened.

"Chichi!"

Seven or eight people, headed by the skinny young man, rushed over with the light from their bodies eroding each other.

"Qiang Qiang!"

The seven or eight people who had just escaped couldn't believe anyone, and the magic weapons in their hands shone brightly!

"Ouch!"

The tortoise shell shield was put away, and the long stick Wulie fell into his hands. At this moment, his arms were numb, but it could not reduce the violence in his heart.

"If you want to survive, kill all the bastards from Huaqing Sect!"

The thin young man spoke coldly, with no intention of attacking, but stood ready at the hatch.

"kill!"

Less than twenty monks were covered in blood and rushed onto the deck like crazy. When they saw the aqua-blue light shrouding the ship, they were all stunned.

At this time, there were thirty-five or six cultivators gathered on the deck. In less than ten breaths, nearly a hundred monks died in the cabin.

"Boom!"

The cultivators were unwilling to be blocked by the aqua-blue giant cauldron and tried to escape, so they all used their weapons to attack.

"Buzz!"

The cultivators' attacks were too scattered, and the aqua-blue giant pot shook violently, but it was not broken.

"Crack!"

The few monks who were standing by the hatch and could not squeeze out stared at the magic weapon that had passed through their chests with their eyes wide open. Their internal organs had been minced into pieces.

"kill!"

There were sounds of fighting coming from the cabin door and the deck nearby.

Perhaps, if the monks join forces to attack again, they can break the giant aqua pot.

However, he was destined to be killed on the spot.

Perhaps if all the monks work together to resist, even if they don't survive, more than half of the Huaqing Sect's disciples will be killed or injured.

However, no one has any idea of ​​​​escape.

Just when the killing cry came, some of the monks' weapons flew into the air to attack the aqua giant cauldron, and some of the monks gathered in one place to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Huaqing Sect disciples.

"Boom!"

There are more than sixty disciples of the Huaqing Sect. There are no injuries on their bodies, and their true energy is flowing. They are quite surprised that so many monks are still alive. When they see their fellow disciples who died tragically on the deck, everything becomes clear.

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There were more than twenty cultivators fighting with the Huaqing Sect, and all of them were injured. Most of the higher-level cultivators died in the room. There were only two Dingling Realm cultivators, including the emaciated young man.

There are five monks in the Huaqing Sect-Dingling Realm.

Faced with such a large number of people and a huge gap in cultivation, those who dared to fight were hoping to save their lives so they could escape when the aqua blue light shield shattered.

"Ouch!"

Yang Qing's clear heart was full of death, no matter whether the aqua light shield was broken or not, he was almost dead.

A pill of rebirth was swallowed into the stomach, and it instantly dissolved. "If you want me to die, no one can live a good life."

The feeling in his arms gradually recovered. Unlike other cultivators who were fighting and retreating to delay time, Yang Qing was fighting desperately.

"boom!"

The two sides only fought once, and several people fell in a pool of blood.

"kill!"

The thin young man roared unwillingly, with a death wish in his heart.

"Puffy!"

Loud noises like hail hitting the roof came from overhead!

"Ah! It's an evil beast!"

The dozen monks who attacked the aqua light shield suddenly screamed like crazy when victory was in sight, and fell down one after another as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Coming!"

The will to die in the heart of the thin young man dissipated, and instead he was trembling with excitement!

"It's completely over!"

When his arms regained consciousness and the long stick took away the life of the first Huaqing disciple, Yang Qing lost his luck!