Chapter 636 Explode

Chapter 636 Explode

With this sword strike, the waves in the sky rose.

Nothing in front of him seems to be enough to hinder this sword. Even the small world covered by the law seems to have a crack that reflects upward.

The sky is bright.

Frost is like silver.

The silver moon that carries the true meaning hangs in mid-air.

It’s great to see the moon hanging upside down in the sea and rising in the sky!

A violent aura surrounded Ao Mengsheng's body, like fairy catkins that were unwilling to disperse for a long time.

"die!"

The huge three-foot-tall dragon man opened his bloody mouth and squeezed out ferocious words.

His head has completely transformed into a dragon's head, the top corner of his head is like a splayed coral, and the stomach that was originally cut has become a small wound.

Dragon Man is still not the end.

The clouds and mists came, the wind blew up, the sky and the sea dropped, and the giant thing finally appeared.

The long crutches are majestic horns, and the silver-moon swords are terrifying fangs.

"now."

Tushanjun murmured softly.

With the armor on his body, ten small flags appeared like a cloak behind him.

He didn't want to use too much power, because there was still a venerable person trapped in the Zunhun Banner. Without the support of the Yin God, the venerable person would probably be much more relaxed. However, it was no longer appropriate to delay this battle any longer.

"Two true meanings!"

Tushanjun flew up like a bursting meteor.

Weapons are an extension of fists and feet. No matter how hard the fist is, it is not enough to fight with the weapon. The fist intention can be used in any way.

Roar.

The old ape in cassock jumped up in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the golden scale armor under the cassock was looming.

Roaring and roaring, step on the star track.

"Bang!!"

The black meteor in mid-air was forcibly intercepted, and Tushanjun's body fell from the sky. At the same time, the behemoth hidden in the sky and sea had already taken action. No, it was the exit. It was by no means a bloody mouth, but a small hill collapsed. The torrent formed.

Huge and unstoppable!

puff!

Tushanjun, who forcibly twisted his body, still inevitably felt a chill flashing through his lower body. His face was completely drained of color. He didn't need to look down to see that his legs had definitely left his body. It stayed there for a while, but it wasn't enough to protect all parts.

Moreover, Tushanjun also took the initiative to reduce the body-protecting energy.

The protective aura consumes too much mana that should be used on the blade.

The dragon's fangs are made of spiritual treasures, and flesh and blood cannot resist them.

So Tushanjun lost his legs in an instant.

Tushanjun, who was spraying blood, could not steady his body at all. The behemoth turned its head and rushed over again. On top of the head stood a slightly thin figure holding a trident. The man's face was covered by a mask, and only his eyes showed sarcasm. look.

He was not mocking Tushanjun for losing his legs, nor was he mocking himself.

Instead, he ridiculed Jin Ao Zhenjun who did not dare to take action.

Logically speaking, True Lord Jin Ao should not let him come to the battlefield so easily, otherwise Ao Meng Sheng would not be defeated. But it is different now. With the strength of the two great True Lords, they will definitely not be defeated.

True Lord Jin Ao lowered his head and quickly raised it again.

He thought that Tushanjun would definitely glare at him, but he didn't. Tushanjun just pulled off the white face on his face, leaving behind his solemn green face and protruding fangs. There was no hint of blame in his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the man and the dragon lurking in the sky without any distraction.

Tushanjun didn't blame him, but Taiyi might blame him...

When he turned his eyes, he didn't see that look on Taiyi's face either. Taiyi's face was very solemn and he looked very tired. At the same time, he was still staring at the mid-stage Nascent Soul monk who had not made any move.

"Spiritual demon."

"Blood Killing Technique!"

"Shu Zhuan."

The monk with red hair and red eyes formed a seal with one hand when he fell.

The flesh and blood that should have been swallowed twisted and transformed into a human form between the dragon's teeth. It was like a blood-soaked figure awakening in the darkness. The same red hair was scattered. The only difference was that his eyes were dull, but his movements But not slow at all.

"boom!!!"

The dragon's long kiss suddenly became bloody and bloody, and blood poured down from the sky like a downpour. The originally clear Qingming Tianhai was dyed red by the blood and twisted flesh and blood, and the turbid waves swept across it, like red clouds all over the sky, more like the sunset under the sky. The sunset is red, but it doesn't bring warmth, only the cold murderous intent and cold light.

Anyone who sees such a scene of dragons fighting in the wild will only tremble in their hearts.

The fallen Tushanjun grinned.

Muscles and bones regenerate, flesh and blood recover.

The seven-foot body didn't stop until it was about ten feet long. Black-red steam steamed around the wound. Ten small flags hanging down from behind like iron coupons fluttered at this moment. The scarlet eyes were full of fierce light, and with a long roar, the black light was like Dark night generally covered the small world.

call.

Scarlet candles light up.

It was like a faint candlelight lit up on the calm black river. The pale red light spread into a large area and illuminated the Yin spirits who had escaped from their cages in the shrine. The Yin spirits were clearly clay sculptures in the shrine, but they gave people the impression that they were alive. It feels like the Yin spirit is even stronger under the candlelight.

Sky,

A bloody light.

The dragon's wounds have completely recovered, as if he had never been injured before.

This is the power of Yimu Qinglong's battle body. The flesh and blood body may not be so tough, the body may not be so strong, but the recovery ability is indeed first-rate.

With this level of resilience, Ao Mengsheng was able to cultivate a physical body.

"open!"

The soul-honoring flag is like a wandering dragon entering the realm of law.

boom.

A shrine appeared in the sky.

Boom boom boom.

Several more shrines appeared.

The shrine is like a shackle falling from the sky, rushing into the Qingming Sky Sea to lock the dragon's body, dragging its body out of the suspended sky sea. The black and red silk threads are like chains with barbs piercing the dragon's body. . Ao Mengsheng roared angrily as he tried to break free, but found that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Standing on the dragon's head, Ao Cang fiercely sacrificed the trident. The pressure around him was as bright as the deep sea. The sharp weapon cut off most of the black and red silk threads, but the silk threads just cut off had already been reconnected.

"Bata."

The iron boots crushed the mist.

Tushan Jun Zhang Xu's body started to run.

The black water beneath their feet suddenly formed a huge wave, exploding in everyone's ears.

At this moment, a tall body with a full bow shape appeared in front of Ao Cangmeng. The giant ape galloped on the star track and punched brazenly. The light of the fist came like a mountain, more like mountains and rivers gathering in front of it.

The fist shadow roared angrily.

Bang.

boom! ! !

Ao Cangmeng's body was like a kite with its string broken. It had already left the dragon's head. It was like stars falling from the sky, drawing streams of light in the sky and leaving a long trajectory. It was unknown how far it fell before it leaned on the guard. The physical energy stopped his body, but he still couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Double true meaning?"

"Yin Lei."

"The eroding air machine."

"Something weird."

Ao Cang fiercely covered his chest. He could clearly feel a sunken fist mark, and at least half of the bones protecting the chest were broken.

Seeing that the tall figure about 10 feet was about to punch again, Ao Cang shouted fiercely: "How dare you!"

He blocked the blow, but that didn't mean Ao Mengsheng could resist it.

At this time, Ao Meng Sheng was restrained by the shrine, and the black and red silk threads were like poisonous snakes tearing apart the aura protecting his body. If he were exposed to the full power of his true meaning, he would probably die on the spot.

At this moment, even the mid-stage Nascent Soul monks who had originally raided the formation could no longer sit still and immediately wanted to help.

However, a person appeared in front of him.

A tall figure in a golden robe blocked his way.

"Step aside!"

"Seniors should know about us."

True Lord Jin Ao shook his head and said nothing. He neither said he knew nor said he didn't know.

It doesn't really matter whether he knows or not, it just depends on whether he has courage. Even if this courage is limited or well thought out, as long as it is still courage, it is enough.

"stop!"

The sound of shock and anger came from above.

"It's the ancestor!"

The mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who swept through the formation looked at the sky in surprise. He knew that the ancestor would be able to get here in time. The monks of the Yuandao League couldn't stop the ancestor at all. Stopping a monk in the early stage of Yuanying was just a matter of chance, so how could anything go wrong?

Tu Shanjun turned a deaf ear.

The evil ghost body still didn't stop.

"I tell you to stop!"

rub.

The legal domain was split open abruptly, split from the outside.

A figure forcibly tore apart Tushanjun's legal domain and rushed in.

The coercion of the Nascent Soul's peak was like a palm falling from the sky, seeming to want to hold Tushanjun tightly, accompanied by the surging true meaning of magical powers.

"Uncle, help!"

Ao Mengsheng shouted as if he had seen a savior. He finally felt relieved. Since his uncles had arrived, there would be no accidents. His uncles would definitely be able to help him get out of the shrine's blockade. Of course, maybe he killed the black-robed ghost king of Taiyi Sect first.

"Swallowing souls."

A heavy and hoarse voice came out of the mouth of the tall figure.

What followed was a fist shadow that swept across the world.

The blue and blood-stained sky was swept away, and the dark black earth quickly faded away. Only the shrines gathered behind Tushanjun, and countless green and white ghost hands rested on Tushanjun's shoulders, flanks, waist, and legs...

The mountain formed by the shrine is like a towering building reaching into the clouds. The Yin gods in the shrine took action one after another to resist the true meaning of magical powers coming from the sky.

"kill!"

This punch.

It bloomed in Ao Mengsheng's disbelieving eyes.

The huge dragon's body was shattered inch by inch, turning into steaming blood. The huge and tough body was exploded by a punch!

The nine shrines like matryoshka dolls also came together at the moment of the punch. The black and red silk thread accurately found the Yin Shen of Ao Mengsheng's Nascent Soul who exploded and died.

"You are so brave!"

The peak Nascent Soul cultivator was furious.

Tushanjun, who was standing in the air, raised his head slightly. His green-faced fangs looked particularly solemn and indifferent against the purple-black golden crown, like an alien god.

Even if he was looking up, it didn't feel like he was looking up at anything, but rather like he was looking down, looking down, gazing at the top of the clouds.

"Buzz."

The unchanged complexion finally changed.

The Soul Banner fell into his hands again, and the ghost king's brief peak state of reincarnation was forced to be lifted. Even his face became a little pale. This was the backlash of the destruction of the legal domain and the abnormal impact from the Soul Banner.

He whispered softly: "What is supposed to come will eventually come."

Taiyi's face immediately turned gloomy and he said in a cold voice: "Why not, refine him!"

Tushanjun shook his head and turned his head.

A flash of scarlet flashed, and the cyan fangs shone coldly.

Said: "If there is no ghost king reincarnated, I can still win."

Two black black jade came up from the breast. Tu Shanjun bit it down, and his green fangs immediately burst.

Repair evil spirits.

Bite down again.

It's still broken.

The corners of Wan Liuyun's mouth curved into a mocking arc, as if he was mocking Tu Shanjun for not knowing what he could do.

He would not make the same mistake as his elder brother. Let the ghost cultivator swallow his Yuanying Yin Shen instead of hiding in the black jade. At least for the time being, he would be safe.

Boom,

‘…’

Bang.

Until the mouth is full of blood.

I don’t know how many fangs I swallowed.

The everlasting mysterious jade finally showed a tiny crack.

Wan Liuyun, who was still calm at first, suddenly widened his eyes, and Yuanying Yinshen trembled slightly. It was hard to imagine how to relieve the pain of broken teeth, and he didn't even understand how to regenerate teeth.

He only knows that no matter how hard the treasure is, it will eventually break.

Just at this time.