Become a Fairy

Bang bang bang. Claw shadows grabbed onto the green cauldron one after another, Xiang Kuang's figure was shaken in it, and his chest felt as uncomfortable as being hit by a boulder. At this moment, a green rope came around from the bottom of Xiang Kuang, and when the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse attacked Xiang Kuang, it wrapped around the feet of the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse like lightning.

The speed of the Ice Soul Ghost is not slow either, its body is swaying in the air like a ghost. Although Qingsuo is fast, it can't help the Ice Soul Ghost. Xiang Huaxin frowned, he didn't expect that he couldn't help this ghost corpse, it seemed that he would have to fight again, although Xiang Kuang's cultivation was a little lower, but relying on his defensive power, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that Xiang Huaxin's idea just popped up, and the little fire crow suddenly disappeared from Xiang Kuang's upper right with an astonishing fire light. When it reappeared, under the flapping of its wings, more than a dozen fire snakes transformed by Fanluo's real fire flew in the air. The area where these dozens of fire snakes appeared actually sealed the activity space of the ice soul ghost corpse in a relative space. within a smaller range.

The Ice Soul Ghost screamed again. Naturally, he was unwilling to be blocked. He opened his mouth and spit out. The tongue in his mouth was like a sharp arrow, and he shot at the little fire crow. The spirit snakes were grabbed one after another. It's just that the fire snake didn't die directly like ordinary creatures. Instead, under the control of the little fire crow, it twisted strangely and wrapped itself around the body of the ice soul ghost. The Vatican True Fire is the sacred flame of Buddhism and Taoism, and the Buddha-nature aura contained in it has a natural restraint effect on the ghouls. Even if the ice soul ghost corpse is a ghost corpse of the transformation god level, it still hates this kind of Vatican real fire.

Under the supernatural power of the little fire crow, the ice soul ghost corpse who was slightly delayed by the fire spirit snake naturally slowed down a bit. This is not fatal, but Xiang Huaxin, who hadn't succeeded before, was overjoyed when he saw this, and Qing Suo, who had flung himself to nothing, also seized this rare opportunity, and entangled the legs of the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse.

boom! Xiang Kuang had a great chance to catch the fighter. Almost at the same time that the green rope was entangled in the legs of the ice soul ghost corpse, Xiang Kuang charged against the green tripod. The huge impact would not hurt the ghost corpse, but it made the action impossible. The restrained ice soul ghost suddenly staggered.

Chi.

The strong fight, life and death are in the blink of an eye, and the ice soul ghost can only compete with Xiang Huaxin for so long. be broken. The Qingfeng sword also seized this rare moment, and flashed across the neck of the ice soul ghost corpse. The hideous ghost corpse's head was chopped off by Qingfeng Sword.

This kind of trauma is still not fatal to the ice soul ghost. The severed head flew across the sky, trying to become one with the body again. Dapeng's Fanluo real fire directly wrapped his head. Xiang Huaxin even grabbed the other end of the Qingsuo with one hand, dragging the headless corpse of the Ice Soul Ghost Corpse, Qingfeng Sword took the opportunity to slash back and forth.

Clang clang clang, amidst the sound of metal and stone clashing, the Ice Soul ghost corpse was chopped into more pieces again, Fan Luo Zhenhuo took the opportunity to destroy Fan Luo. The burning ice soul ghost screamed endlessly.

boom! Lu Xiaotian fought with both hands, and was struck by the Mingfeng battle ax so that his body was knocked backwards in the illusion. A streak of blood escaped from the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth. Taking advantage of the injury, Lu Xiaotian once again blocked the Netherwind battle ax that was about to break the illusion. The illusion was successfully repaired again.

"Haha, Dongfang boy, here I come." Xiang Kuang made a great contribution to beheading the Ice Soul ghost corpse, and at this time, with high confidence, he rushed towards the illusion where Lu Xiaotian was.

The corner of Xiang Huaxin's mouth twitched, even he had to call Lu Xiaoyou, the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him was not something he, a cultivator of Huashen, could insult lightly, but Xiang Kuang was able to shout and drink like this, and the other party was not angry at all.

"Good time, Senior Xiang, quickly lower this ghost axe, we will win half of this battle." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and waved, and Senluo Illusion automatically opened a gap. Xiang Kuang, Xiang Huaxin, and Xiang Qingcheng were let in separately, but Little Fire Crow didn't need him at all. The bluish-white fire flashed in his eyes, and he had already rushed in on his own.

"Okay! I will lock this ghost ax with a green cable in a while. If the ghost ax resists, Xiang Kuang will block it. Let's attack the ghost ax separately. Without the control of the ghost crocodile, the ghost ax is still there Next." Xiang Huaxin immediately made arrangements. The blue long rope in his hand was like a spirit snake, rolling in the air, and quickly entwined towards the Hades Wind Battle Axe.

Mingfeng Tomahawk realized Xiang Huaxin's actions, and immediately blazed fiercely, spinning around in the air, slashing in the air several times.

"What a powerful ghost axe, Xiang Kuang, hurry up!"

Xiang Huaxin's complexion trembled when he took the Psychic Tomahawk forcibly, Qingfeng Sword shot head-on, Qiang Qiang, and the Psychic Tomahawk collided fiercely. In the blink of an eye, they collided hundreds of times, and the originally extremely sharp Qingfeng sword wobbled a little under the sharp edge of the Netherwind battle axe. A look of powerlessness.

"Here we come!" Xiang Kuang held the blue cauldron on his head and blocked several blows for Qingfengjian, giving Qingfengjian a precious chance to breathe.

The fierce flames of this ghost ax are so strong, this person named Dongfang, or Lu Xiaotian can trap the ghost ax for so long, how amazing is the secret method or treasure that casts illusions? Such a thought involuntarily popped up in Xiang Huaxin's mind.

"Quack, quack" the little fire crow waved its wings with a rare dignified expression, and all the Vatican fires turned into two not too thick flame pillars, one left and one right, intertwined with each other.

Bang, Xiang Kuang was sent flying dozens of feet backwards by the blow of the Netherwind Tomahawk, and his eyes were completely dark. Even the blue cauldron on top was shaking violently.

"I'll do it." Lu Xiaotian gritted his teeth. Before, he used the illusion to trap the Psychic Tomahawk, and he couldn't do anything about this ghostly thing. Now it seems that the power of this ghost is far beyond imagination. If it doesn't act more seriously, this deadlock will continue forever.

Right now there is Xiang Huaxin, the old monster who transforms into gods, so there is always a glimmer of hope.

A cry of toad resounded in Senluo Illusionary Realm, a thick force surged all over Lu Xiaotian's body, the power of the blood gang was almost rioting, and the spirit of the god-level soul of Bichan's old monster made his body fuller than ever .

"Old monster Bichan!" Xiang Hua's mind twitched, almost thinking that old monster Bichan had appeared. I saw the huge blue toad phantom in front of me suddenly leap into the air, stick out its huge tongue, and immediately wrapped around the handle of the Netherwind battle axe.

"Senior Xiang, do it!" Lu Xiaotian yelled violently, the primordial spirit of the old monster Bichan is a consumable, and there is no place to replenish it when it is used up. Consuming a little more is enough to make the flesh hurt.

"Okay!" After Xiang Hua's heart twisted, he saw that the Netherwind battle ax was caught up, and the long blue rope was also wrapped around like a bone. Together with Lu Xiaotian, control the Pluto Tomahawk and prevent it from counterattacking. At the same time, Qingfeng Sword's attack took advantage of the situation and fell like raindrops on the surface of the Mingfeng Tomahawk. The flame pillar shot by the little fire crow with the real fire of Vatican. Xiang Kuang's five-color dragon-headed staff, and Xiang Qingcheng's talisman power, fell on the Nether Wind Battle Axe one after another.