Practice starts with skill points

Zhong Lin stepped on his feet and did not retreat, and at the same time, he showed the "Emperor Dragons" in Qinglong Eight.

For a while, the surrounding world was full of wind and earth, full of air, a huge golden dragon head, with endless pressure, fell from the air, and blasted towards the Zen stick of Wu Luohan.

Bang!

There was no roar in the imagination, but the attacks of the two turned into nothingness, but Zhong Linkou made a groan, his face was white, and a ray of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"The gap is still too big. I just drew into the body, but this bald donkey is already perceiving life and death. I will not die. The body is extremely strong, and there is no chance of winning with him alone. "

Zhong Lin gently wiped off the blood of the corner of his mouth, his eyes were extremely heavy.

The body and cultivation are not the opponents of bald donkeys. Such battles defeat sooner or later.

"It's over, the little monk sent you to see the Buddha, the lion heart hammer!"

Without Luo Han, the Zen stick in his hand scratched an exaggerated arc in the air, as if it became a mountain, smashing it towards Zhong Lin with infinitely vigorously.

The surrounding air burst at the same time, and the air flowing sounded at the same time. It seemed slow, but the speed was extremely fast. The shocking space seemed to swing ripples.

Zhong Lin took out a healing and wounded elixir and swallowed it into the abdomen, and the original drying of Lingyuan soared again.

Stepping out, a rotating figure suddenly broke out from the storm, and it was raised by thousands of miles at a lightning speed, and a pale golden halo expanded.

In this halo, a dragon -shaped creature rushed back and quickly completed a series of actions at an incredible speed.

"Qinglong's claws!"

"Qinglong cracks!"

"Emperor Long Yin!"

"Qinglong Yantian!"

Zhong Lin showed the Qinglong Eighth style at a dizzying speed. All the moves were displayed at the same time on the nothing, instead of facing the none of Luohan.

"Qinglong Creation!"

When the fist of the seventh -style Qinglong creation shows, the wind is full of wind in the void, and the electric flashes are thunderous. The breath is so powerful that it is far beyond the scope that can be displayed by Yin Sha.

But all this has not stopped, and the blue dragon in the void is still changing.

"Eighth, Qinglong Nirvana!"

Zhong Lin's indifferent and empty voice sounded from the deep wind, there was no emotional fluctuation in the sound, and some were just a strong pure death.

If the seventh style contains endless vitality, then the last life of the Qinglong Eighth Type is the only one who is purely dead.

The first sixth generation is destroyed, the seventh formula is the creature, and the last life is death.

Destruction of non -death is the purpose of destruction, and death is the state.

There is a life of all things in Cangsheng.

In the light golden light, the blue dragon moves extremely slowly, which is in sharp contrast to the previous speed.

"not good."

No Luo Han did not care about Zhonglin Shi Shi Qinglong Eighth Style, but when Zhong Lin completed the first seven to eighth, a horror atmosphere that made the heaven and earth changed from Zhong Lin. He did not die if he practiced another way.

He could clearly see that at this time, Zhong Lin, who was half -man in the clouds and half -dragons in the dragon, was blossoming when the dragon was shadowed. Persistent with the dragon body.

This is the result of Zhong Lin's body that can not bear the power of the eighth type of Qinglong. The eighth type of Qinglong is extremely powerful, but the corresponding exhibition conditions are also very harsh. Exhibition of this trick.

This is why Zhong Lin triggered the power of pure death.

Boom!

When the dragon in the air completed the last posture that day, all the eight -type phantom suddenly suddenly crushed like a bubble, only a click, the sky collapsed, and the endless darkness devoured the entire space at an incredible speed.

At this moment, Zhong Lin disappeared, but his breath did not disappear. Instead, he did not disappear. Instead, he increased geometrically to a terrible level. In terms of strength, he had far exceeded the limit of Yin and Yang.

At this moment, no Luo Han was shocked, and what surprised him was the silent rendering force in the darkness. This power was pure, empty, and without any attributes.

At this step, the Qinglong Eighth Type has completely transformed into the power of black death when the death of all things.

Without hesitation, there was no hesitation, and finally retreated. In the face of this horrible force of death, any escape would not look cowardly and shameful.

Guanghua flashed, without Luo Han broke the void instantly, and fled towards the distance.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"The young people now are terrible. Where is this evil?"

Wu Luohan never thought that he would fall back on a young man, and he was a young man who was far lower than his own.

"Want to run?"

Zhong Lin's eyes in the half -man and half -dragon state are dark, not the dark color, but nothingness, indifference, as if all the light in the world is dark.

There was a loud noise behind the top of the head of Luo Han, and it seemed that something fell from the darkness of the darkness.

However, there was only the sound of wind and the terrifying suffocating breath around. Nothing could be seen, including things that could not be seen by the eyes, but could be felt by the mind.

Wu Chen Luohan clearly saw a huge, unimaginable dragon claw above his head, suddenly reaching down.

This dragon claw was not blue or gold, but pure black. Under each black dragon scale on the dragon claw, black flames were spewing out. That was the flame of death.

Boom!

The two were originally very far apart, but the moment Wu Chen Luohan felt the black dragon claw, he was immediately hit hard on the back by it, as if this move had completely transcended time and space.

"Ah!"

Wu Chen Luohan screamed and flew out. A circle of thick black water wrapped around his body. The death power contained in this attack was as thick as water, and it directly poured into his body, washing his limbs and every meridian.

Wu Chen Luohan had already cultivated the Arhat Golden Body, and his cultivation had even reached the realm of immortality. His body was denser and harder than some natural treasures, and could withstand the mysterious weapons. Even the treasures were difficult to penetrate. His spirit and will were extremely strong and firm.

But at this moment, this thick death force rushed into his body, burning like a flame, and he couldn't help screaming. Black flames spewed out of his eyes, and thick blood flowed like a stream from under his yellow monk robe.

This blood was not red, nor gold, but black.