Unlimited Adaptation

impossible!

Why, why isn't he exhausted yet? ?

Xiao Aijiu watched the Golden Crow swallow all the flames and fragments of consciousness in one gulp, still full of energy, the divine light lingering in the hair became more and more dazzling, and the expectation in his eyes gradually turned into dullness.

This situation and scene broke through the common sense that was regarded as the truth. I don't know how many people had their three views exploded at this moment, and their Taoist hearts trembled uncontrollably.

"Captain, do you want to take action?"

There were more than a hundred people in the Dead Leaf Adventure Group, waiting for an opportunity to move. At this time, they saw that the negative creatures in front of them were dead, and their consciousness fluctuated slightly, so they couldn't help but launch an attack.

"Do it?"

"Who told you that this person must be the Son of Trial? Our target is the Son of Trial, not this monster, retreat!"

Xiao Aijiu's brows trembled slightly, knowing that he was definitely no match for Jinwu, even with the adventurers around him.

"Well……"

Everyone looked at each other in astonishment, but no one jumped out to refute Xiao Aijiu. Everyone knew very well that the leader was cowarded and had to find a way out for himself. There was no need to expose him.

Just withdraw, they don't want to be promoted, and they don't dare to ask for an S-level rating.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and there are not many fools who can cultivate to the realm of divine treasure. Almost everyone made the same choice as Xiao Aijiu, turning around and retreating in silence.

"Come when you want and leave when you want?"

The golden crow's wings surrounded him and turned into a blazing sun. Yan Xing stepped out of the golden flames in the sky and looked around with a smile on his face.

"I started the nightmare trial, and you all came uninvited. I can understand your desire to get a piece of the pie, but what I see now is that your ambitions are not small!"

"Want to kill me and take away the identity of the Son of Trial?"

The sound waves were mighty and the gravity shook the void, spreading Yan Xing's words word for word in all directions and forcefully pouring them into everyone's ears.

Ahem!

Jiong Cheng sensed the strange aura emanating from Xiao Aijiu, and took two steps back in embarrassment. Just now, he realized that this person was not a son of the trial, but when he turned around, he admitted it in person, and his face was slapped.

"Captain, let's just say, is there a possibility that this monster is pretending to be the son of the trial?"

The emperor humiliated the minister to death, and with a determined look on his face, he said righteously, "I finally hugged a thigh, if I don't lick it now, when will I wait?"

"roll!"

Xiao Aijiu looked gloomy and glanced around him coldly, "Come on, this is the feeling. It's the same as those in the Holy Land. They must be mocking me in their hearts at this time, right?"

"You bastard, do you really think we are afraid of you!?"

With an angry look on his face, a monk stepped into the void, his body expanded and stretched wildly, turning into a giant tiger with blue fur, three heads, six legs and nine tails, with wind and snow flying all over his body, a biting cold air, and an unusually fierce aura. .

Or because the consciousness of the zodiac sign is in conflict with each other, this person originally felt that the Golden Crow was an eyesore, and now he wanted to prevent him from leaving, which made him furious.

"Fellow Taoist, everyone is here to seek opportunities and benefits. From now on, we will bow our heads and not look up to meet each other in the virtual world, so why should we be so tense? Everyone takes a step back, pretending that nothing has happened, and just leave."….Yes. The self-righteous "peacemaker" stood up, stood on the moral high ground, pointed fingers, and blamed everything on Yan Xing's aggressiveness.

"It's very true, fellow Taoist, everyone has hidden their identities. No one knows who is who. Maybe we are still a family in the material world and we really won't kill them all."

The Golden Crow was angry and laid down millions of corpses. The strength of those negative creatures was not weak. Many of them were able to resist the power of consciousness of the Shenzang monks, and their methods were extremely weird.

But such an army of monsters who were not afraid of death were slaughtered in a matter of seconds. To be honest, they were really scared.

"Haha, a family? I don't remember having such a big boy like you!"

"You, you..."

Yan Xing had a sarcastic look on his face and looked around. The aura of violence lingering around him was so oppressive that only a few people dared to look at him.

"A group of guys who bully the weak and shy away from the strong. They are extremely hypocritical. If I were a little weak in strength, I would have been torn into pieces by you right now, right?"

"Kill if you can beat me. If you can't beat me, just escape intact. How can there be such a beautiful thing in this world? Run away. As long as you are still in the world of Fuyu, all of you will die!"

What a fanatic!

Xiao Aijiu's expression was complicated. This high-spirited and unafraid aura of being an enemy of the world was really enviable.

This is a trait possessed by the most powerful people.

This son's future achievements are limitless.

Before he finished speaking, everyone's expressions changed, and they slowly turned around to look at the sky, with a fierce look gradually appearing in their eyes.

Having said this, if they continue to retreat again and again, their energy will be drained away, and they may even face the torture of this person's inner demons in future breakthroughs. How can they cultivate the Tao in this way? What kind of magical power can you practice?

After putting in all the effort, going through all the hardships, and walking on this path of cultivation, just for the sake of being free and at ease, sometimes, a breath of depression can really kill a person.

At worst, he will die, and his consciousness will be severely damaged. After cultivating, he will spend a lot of money to rebuild his conscious body, and ten years later he will be a good man again.

You absolutely cannot be bullied like this!

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

"Hahaha!"

"In that case, let's fight! Today, either you die or I die!"

kill--

"Haha, this is a bit decent."

Yan Xing grinned, revealing his white teeth, and remained calm despite the charge of tens of thousands of Shenzang monks.

Woohoo!

The dark wind howled, the gods and demons whispered, and the body of Yan Xing's consciousness bloomed with scarlet blood, radiating thousands of miles around, sparkling like a sea of ​​blood.

There are shadows of gods and demons standing in the boundless sea of ​​blood. They suddenly open their eyes, indifferent and fierce, stepping into the void, fighting against tens of thousands of enemies.

Roars were everywhere, and the aftermath of destruction was raging. Every moment, conscious bodies were cut off, and the shadows of gods and demons were also casualties. However, the sea of ​​blood seemed endless, and the perfect shadows of gods and demons could be nurtured in every breath. , Kill them endlessly, behead them endlessly.

"This, this... is another form of consciousness, no, even scarier than the Golden Crow. What kind of monster is this guy!?"

Is this still the power possessed by Shenzang Realm? The Vientiane Realm is not like this! ....The fighting continued in the sea of ​​blood. The more they fought, the more frightened they became, until they showed frightened expressions and were killed by the shadows of gods and demons.

Suddenly, the blood sea began to shrink crazily, turning into a twisted blood ball. Seeing this, everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief, thinking that the monster was finally exhausted.

But before he had time to be happy, the scarlet blood ball exploded violently, turning into an endless purgatory, suppressing thousands of time and space. Thousands of torture instruments were suspended in the hell, shining with cold light.

Ding Ling clang!

The swords and gold clashed, and the sharp energy shone in all directions. These magical weapons seemed to be eternally alive, evolving their own offensive skills. In every breath, blood rained down on the sky, and the remains of limbs fell into the sky, wailing all over the land.

The Infinite Purgatory collapsed, the instruments of torture dissipated, and from the deepest part of hell, a giant standing tall and tall stepped out. He was naked, his muscles were gnarled, his eyes were like the sun and the moon, holding a giant axe, and he was slashing.

The world was created, and heads were rolling in.

Ho ho ho——

The giant looked up to the sky and roared, and the divine light gathered behind his head, turning into a wheel of fortune, towering in the sky and shining brightly on the world.

Every ray of light can penetrate a Shenzang monk, and the body of consciousness disintegrates and collapses uncontrollably.

"Monster, monster, you are not a human, you are not a human..."

Wow!

Blood rain poured down, and corpses piled up everywhere. Xiao Aijiu, exhausted, withdrew from his transformation and stood on top of the mountain of corpses. His face was pale and trembling like chaff, and he was muttering unconsciously.

Dead, all dead.

"I, I remembered, it turned out to be you!"

Looking at Yan Xing walking towards him, Xiao Aijiu suddenly froze, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and the monster in front of him vaguely overlapped with a silhouette in his memory.

Feixian Cave Heaven, Qiyao Arena Competition.

When Yan Xing appeared on the scene, he had already fought with Wang Baoer, so he did not see Yan Xing show his great power. His impression of his appearance came from the descriptions of his fellow disciples afterwards, but he was so distracted by the tragic defeat that he did not pay attention.

"Flying Fairy, Flying Fairy again!"

"Ahhhh——"

Yan Xing slowly struck down with his palm, crushing Xiao Aijiu, who was yelling filial piety madly, into a pile of mud.

Like a god or a demon, he could kill tens of thousands of gods by himself. .

Teacher Tang Cao reminds you: remember to collect it after reading it

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