Legend of the Cultivation God

"呜呜~~" Hundreds of ghosts rushed out of the green light. Under each ghost head, there was a black gas surge, and it was fiercely rushing toward Li Zongbao and Hongxia Fairy!

"Hit ~" Li Zongbao also has no other means, knowing that the spell should be invalid, can only spur the sinister whip!

"啪啪啪~" One of the ghost heads was defeated under the golden light of the 戮仙鞭, and turned into a black gas, and this black gas gathered with the black gas of other ghosts, and surrounded Li Zongbao. live.

Although Li Zongbao is brave, but the ghost is really more, inadvertently a ghost is to bypass the 戮 鞭 whip is rushed into the legs of Li Zongbao, a bite easily on Li Zongbao's body glory!

The sound of "咔咔~" sounded from the mouth of the ghost, but a few mouthfuls, Li Zongbao's body-protection Guanghua gradually began to flash.

Li Zongbao hurriedly waved the 戮 鞭 whip, but it was easy to break the ghost head, but his heart was also a little panic! He is not a Jindan monk. It is impossible to have the same golden body as Xiao Hua. The brilliance of this body is naturally the yellow character of defense! Of course, Li Zongbao, as an outstanding disciple of the bliss, is also wearing a magic weapon for defense, but he does not seem to think that this magic weapon of the body can block the devouring of these ghosts!

Moreover, the 戮 鞭 whip is still a tool that does not form, Xiao Hua has long said that it is necessary to warm up well, and to be truly mature, can be used! Since entering the country, the 戮 鞭 whip has been worshipped by Li Zongbao more than once, just like the fetus still in the mother's arms is disturbed again and again, where can the normal October come out?

At this time, but urging several times, the force of the counter-attack is born from the cockroach whip, straight into his own meridians, rushing into his own blood!

The power of this counter-attack is different from the power of the previous counter-marking of the fairy whip! At the time of the sword war. That is Li Zongbao's cultivation and mana can not completely smash the fairy whip, the main force of the counter-attack is Li Zongbao's meridians and Dantian! At this time, the damage that this unformed spirit hurts is more blood and mind!

An unspeakable temper, the unspeakable feeling of blood is gradually born out of Li Zongbao's heart...

Look at the red glow fairy. It should be the loss of the calmness of the ordinary, the phoenix in the hand, although it is swayed from time to time, but there is no rule of waving, it seems to dance purely because of fear! Can not form a regular offensive! Therefore, although the five colors of Xiaguang are very powerful, they can block ghosts and invisible ghosts. But a few feet away from the glow of the sun, the ghost head is gradually being killed, but more ghosts and ghosts are still on the glow of the sun, swallowing the glow of the mouth!

Moreover, watching the red Xia fairy arm swing more and more slowly, obviously the mana is also unsustainable!

"Yes~~~" a long, whispering sound. From the place where the red glow fairy is about ten feet, the guardian beast of the night rain will raise the slender neck and the green light will flourish. This green light will then gather on the chest of the guardian beast, and then follow The palace beast will spit out a mouth, a half-foot-long green soul sword flies out of the mouth of the guardian beast, and Xiao Mao, who is shooting the arrow in the distance, rushes away!

"Go ~" Xiao Mao has been urging mana. At this time, although there is still no complete momentum, but the soul sword has already flown, he did not dare to neglect, a golden light burst out, and the shooting arrow rushed toward the green soul sword!

"呜~" The disappearance of the Japanese arrow disappeared, and immediately appeared in front of the soul sword. The arrow pointed to it. It seems that there is endless force, and the air can be split into two halves. But it is extremely strange, the soul sword at the tip of the arrow is nothing. Straight through the shooting arrows, continue to fly to Xiaomao. Moreover, after shooting the arrow, the speed of the soul sword is suddenly accelerating. In the blink of an eye, it is less than half a foot to approach Xiao Mao's eyebrows...

"Oops~" Xiao Mao saw that his long-awaited shooting arrow fell through. The heart was shocked, and an intractable control came out of the soul sword, covering his eyebrows, a feeling of inability to escape!

"Grandma's, this... this murderous sorcerer... is too strange!" Xiao Mao smiled, he knew he could not escape! So he simply did not hide, urging the shooting arrow to fly toward the night rain without hesitation, want to fight together to die...

"嘎~" A sound of the beast, suddenly, a rather large blue shadow from the air, slightly blocked, in front of Xiaomao, it is the big Qing Si Wu Yu!

Yes, Qingsi Wu Yu is unreasonable and has been playing with many soul beasts. However, when Xiao Mao’s situation is critical, how can Qing Yu Wu Yu not give up?

However, this soul sword is not an ordinary flying sword. Although the body of Qing Yu Wu Yu is huge, the soul sword flies over the body of Qing Yu, and it is easy to crush its soul, and the Qing Yu Wu Yu just stops. Agitate the wings and straight down from the air!

And obviously, the soul of Qing Yu Wu Yu is really a micro end, the soul sword is not bleak after the defeat, only a slight meal is a thorn to Xiao Mao, this electric light flint has been less than half a foot from Xiao Mao's eyebrow!

"嗡~" Just at the same time that the Soul Sword shot down the Qing Yu Wu Yu, the Sun Arrow was also in front of the night rain, seeing the strong mana fluctuations on the Japanese arrow, and the unspeakable, terrifying death atmosphere, the night rain is also Shocked, he hurriedly slammed his mouth, and Xiaojian rushed out. The sound of "咔", the little sword and the shooting arrow were all hit, and the foundation was repaired for Xiao Mao’s shooting arrow. The night of the rain of the life of the small sword is quite a fight!

"Oh..." is not limited to this. Although the shooting arrow was killed, but the castration did not decrease, the few soul beasts next to the night rain couldn’t escape. They were all pierced by the Japanese arrows, and it was not as good as mourning. Half empty, and the few souls were also seriously injured!

"Damn ~" The rain of the night is really heartache. The cultivation of these souls is equivalent to the beginning of the foundation and the peak of the refining. It can be loyal. He is so easy to cultivate in the luxury.

"Kill ~" night rain in the heart of the roar, the foot of the guardian beast is also the tail, the soul sword is the moment to pierce Xiao Mao's eyebrow!

"嘎~" Another Qingshi Wu Yu screamed, and some looked at his mother's family in the air, and then looked at Xiao Mao and looked at the old Qing Si Wu Yu's body, quickly falling, "Boom" The sound of the Qing, the body of Wu Yu’s body fell, and the previous large dust, but no one in the war.

Xiaoqing learned that Wu Yu had fallen, and he screamed a few times. He slammed it with his mouth. When he saw the mother, he ignored it. Something was wrong. Then, he turned his head and looked at it a few times. The peak of the mountain, where the weeping is in the blood, is extremely pious to see Xiao Mao!

The weeping mouth is still whispering, I don’t know if I am praying or doing it! The trembling legs, the arms that have been turned into white bones, do not know what power is supporting him!

The sobbing eyes are really staring at the soul sword that fell to Xiao Mao's eyebrows. His heart has long been smashed together. Needless to say, Xiao Mao’s life and death is the most concerned about weeping at this time, and he has already won him. Your own life and death! ! !

The soul sword is like a green lightning moment. It is the moment of piercing Xiaomao's eyebrows. When the soul sword enters the body, Xiaomao's eyes flash a trace of sorrow. A kind of ** who is in charge of life and death has never been so strong at that time. The kind of ** that has mastered power has never been so eager, perhaps only in the face of death, in the face of complete despair, can the most primitive ** of the heart be inspired!

In the face of Xiao Mao's night rain, there is a smile on his face. The monk has no special resistance under the soul sword, unless it is Jin Dan or Yuan Ying, or its own natural symbol can resist, this foundation monk What is the only way to die!

I know, just after the soul sword has not entered Xiaomao's eyebrows, a cluster of green brilliance has emerged from the immersion of the soul sword, like a blooming trumpet flower, and the petals are surrounded by many small green scorpions. !

"This..." Xiao Mao's eyebrows suddenly stunned the night rain, and the soul sword that had just disappeared flew out again from the green green scorpion, and immediately slammed toward the guardian beast at the foot of the night rain. Come! Moreover, the flight path of the Soul Sword is exactly the same as that of the previous flight, but the speed is several times faster! Still not waiting for any reaction from the night rain, the soul sword rushed into the mouth of the guardian beast!

"嗷~~~" The Guardian beast hurts and screams, the whole body is rapidly shrinking, and the green light strobes.

The rainy face was also pale and abnormal, not only shocked, but also seriously injured because of the soul sword! He also refused to take care of it at this time, and he was standing at the foot of Jianguang standing in the air!

The night rain has just stood still, and the Guardian Beast is the appearance of the Horcrux, and the thin cracks are scattered all over the Soul, and a breeze blows through, and the moment is turned into powder...

"Silk~" The night rain is strong enough to hold back the pain in the brain, sucking a cold breath, but it is fortunate to be surprised. Losing him for the face, in the face of the soul of the Houzhai Houyan and other souls to use the Horcrue to kill Xiao Mao, if he used his own soul to kill Xiao Mao, this time turned into powder ... afraid not that the palace The soul of the beast, but the night rain itself!

"Three uncles..." At this time, the night rain suddenly awake, and it is precisely because of Xiao Mao's vision that his so-called three uncles can't cut Xiaomao away?

"Oh ???" Seeing such a change, not to mention the night rain horror, that is Xiaomao himself is also inexplicable, an unspeakable soreness born from his eyebrows, the rotating green 篆文 after the soul sword counterattack It is slowly falling into Xiao Mao's eyebrows, and everything is gone, as if it had never appeared.

"Hey~" A golden light flashed, and after shooting a few souls, it shot in front of Xiaomao.

"Ha ha ha ~~~" The night rain's gaze fell on the arrow of the sun, and there was a trace of splendor in his eyes. He laughed loudly. "It really is extravagant than the descendants of the great god! The ordinary soul can't be hurt! However, there is no soul. ...... This seat can kill you!!!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly ticket, your support, is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m .read.)