Master Falcon suddenly suffered a heavy blow to the abdomen, and his internal organs were immediately mixed into a ball, and the pain was piercing to the bones. The big demon had tempered his body, and his claws and claws were comparable to sharp weapons for attack. How could it be easy to fight with him? Tang Luobao's punch was so powerful that if it weren't for his body The Taoist robe is considered a treasure after all, but this one blow alone will kill him. Although the pain was painful, I was still conscious for a moment. I saw the other party opening his big furry hands and grabbing his head. Once his head was restrained, no matter how many ways he tried, he would not be able to escape. His life was hanging by a thread, and the gate of hell was just around the corner. Master Falcon no longer cared about cherishing the magic weapon, shook the picture of the Night Banquet of Hundred Ghosts, and rolled it away.
Black smoke filled the air, ghosts cried and howled, and hundreds of ghosts abandoned the banquet and swarmed out. Tangluo Bao flicked his left and right thumbs, and two six-evil blade fingers flew out at the same time, blocking the ghosts, and his arms grew long, grabbing the hundred ghosts. In the picture of a night banquet, from the shoulders to the elbows, and from the elbows to the wrists, the muscles are bulging, and with a "stab" sound, the picture is torn in half. The plot of the night banquet was revealed, and hundreds of ghosts were eliminated. He laughed at the big and small, and felt that he had been working hard over the years and was good at Taoism. If he had such magical powers three hundred years ago, he might not have had such magical powers.
Falun Master abandoned the Hundred Ghost Night Banquet and took the opportunity to retreat more than ten feet. Not wanting to panic, he ran into the enemy formation. Before he could gain a firm foothold, the big monsters around him attacked one after another. A white-fronted ferocious wolf opened its mouth and fiercely Biting the back of his neck, he threw him hard, flipping him onto his back, exposing his chest and abdomen. Another scarred bear rose up, raised its palms and pounced heavily.
Just escaped from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth again. Fortunately, the demon generals under the command of the Great Sage Devouring Heaven, led by Yao Qihu, Tangluo Bao, and the rest of the big demons and small demons, relying on their thick skin and thick flesh, are not difficult to deal with as they just use their claws and claws. Falcon fell into the wolf's mouth by the back of his neck and couldn't break free for a moment. He raised a string of bells in his busy schedule and rang the bells. The scarred bear's bones and tendons suddenly softened, and he pushed the golden mountain and fell. Yuzhu fell on his chest, and the fishy smell hit his face, making him breathless. Seeing an opportunity, a jackal on the side suddenly rushed out. With a cunning and cunning attitude, it bit his wrist fiercely and wouldn't let go. The Soul-Destroying Bell suddenly stopped, and the scarred-eyed gray bear immediately became energetic and stood up. She sat down between his chest and abdomen, raised her right paw and gave him a slap.
Half of Falun Master's face was torn apart, exposing the white bones. He squeezed the magic formula with one hand, opened his mouth and spurted out a blood arrow, stabbing the scarred bear to the core. The wound was only the thickness of a little finger, which was negligible compared to its huge body. However, the scarred-eyed bear's vitality was instantly wiped out as if struck by lightning. After shaking a few times, he straightened up and fell down, suppressing the False Master firmly.
Falcon's face was bloody and bloody, and he was gnashing his teeth. He raised his knees with all his strength and overturned the scar-faced bear's body, just like overturning a huge mountain. Unexpectedly, the old strength has gone and the new strength has not yet been born. Tangluo Bao fell from the sky, with his head and feet, his fists flashed with gray light, one hit the chest and the other hit the lower abdomen. There was no way to fight back.
Tang Luobao was arrogant and disdainful of beating a drowned dog. He spat and abandoned the dying Falcon. The real energy was exhausted, the body was broken, and there was blood foam in Zhenren Falcon's throat. He was not a body-refining immortal. He loosened his breath and could no longer protect himself. The white-fronted ferocious wolf roared low and tore his life apart. The cervical vertebrae were broken, and the body died immediately, and the patient died. The white-fronted ferocious wolf loosened his sharp teeth and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth. Seeing that the jackal was biting the False Master's wrist, he rushed forward, knocked him into a fight, lowered his head and took possession of the rising and falling soul bell. have.
The jackal didn't dare to compete with the white-fronted ferocious wolf. He ducked to the side with his tail between his legs, his eyes flickering, looking for an opportunity for a sneak attack.
Yao Qihu fought alone against the two palace masters Feng Qiluan and Ma Mou, but his bravery faded and gradually showed signs of decline. Tang Luobao hesitated again and again, and did not rashly intervene in the battle between the Great Sage Tuntian and Xi Shaowei, but instead pounced on Jiangguo Palace Master Ma Mou. Yao Qihu suddenly relaxed his pressure, shook his shoulders, stretched out two arms from his armpits, secretly used his "earth-splitting claws", and tightly grasped the "Strengthening Bone Crushing Ruler" offered by Feng Qiuluan.
Just as the battle was fierce, a strange aura suddenly arrived, the stars gradually disappeared, and a hall suddenly burst out of the dark sky, and they rushed forward menacingly. Friends and foes were unknown, so everyone was secretly alert. They were shouting and shouting, and beating their hands vigorously, but they invariably left some strength behind. Even the monsters with red eyes after killing them felt something was wrong and slowly calmed down.
The power of Tangluo Bao's fist was like a tide, one wave after another, forcing Mushroom back and not taking advantage of the situation to pursue him. He raised his eyes and looked around, but saw more than ten true immortals standing in front of the hall, their auras were obscure, and one of them was surrounded by evil spirits. There is no concealment of hostility, and there are even a bunch of monsters waiting respectfully beside him, only following his lead.
Tang Luobao frowned unconsciously. On normal days, he would naturally not be afraid, but at this moment, the Great Sage Swallowing Heaven was being held back by Xi Shaowei. They were the only demon soldiers and generals left, and they might not be able to withstand these new forces. His mind was spinning very quickly, and he used his magical power to drive up a cloud of demonic clouds, rolling towards him. He saw from a distance that under the eaves of the main hall, there was a plaque with the word "Cloud Pulp" written on it. For some reason, Tang Luobao thought to himself, "Yunjiang Palace? Yunjiang Palace in Dinxia Palace? The palace owner seems to be Cui Huayang. Although his name is not obvious, it is still a tough idea..." …”
Wei Shiqi raised his eyes and saw that the demonic aura of the Pantheon was soaring into the sky, the Shandu Palace was at a disadvantage, and a large demon came riding on the clouds, seeming to have something to say. Qiu Zhenren's heart was moved, he took half a step, and whispered: "The master of the Pantheon of Huale Palace in Nantianmen is the Great Sage Swallowing Heaven, who is known as the ancestor of all demons. He is addicted to eating real immortals, and has offended Master Jinlin, the master of Yunluo Palace. , the Emperor of Heaven punished him to shut himself up and think about his mistakes, but he has never forgiven him. The person who is at odds with the Great Sage Tuntian is Xi Shaowei, the master of the Wuming Palace. The Wuming Palace has three halls: Liancheng, Jiangguo, and Shandu, but its combat power is inferior to that of the Pantheon. If it weren't for If Palace Master Xi held back the Great Sage Tuntian, I’m afraid he would have been completely defeated.”
Wei Shiqi nodded secretly, Qiu Zhenren was originally the master of the Huiyue Palace in the Bodhi Palace thirty-three days away, and his words hit the point. No one in the Yunjiang Palace has such knowledge. He lacks such a knowledgeable person around him. He will turn around in the future. Dinxia Palace, you might as well speak to Palace Master Cui and leave Qiu Zhenren in Yunjiang Palace. Back then, Bodhi Palace brazenly attacked, and there was a fierce battle outside Zhengyang Gate. Qiu Zhenren's hands were stained with blood. Apart from himself, no other palace master was willing to protect him.
Everyone in the Yunjiang Palace was silent, and dozens of cold looks were cast at him. Tang Luobao felt great pressure. In front of the Great Sage Swallowing Heaven and a group of demon soldiers and demon generals, he was riding a tiger and was unable to dismount. He did not want to lose face and shouted sternly: " The Pantheon of Huale Palace in Nantianmen is here to attack Wuming Palace, Yunjiang Palace retreats quickly to avoid any loss, don’t say it was unforeseen!”
Taoist Yun couldn't help laughing when he saw how much he was doing. He fought all the way, including the Huiyue and Chonglou Halls, and even the master of Liquan Palace, Pan Zhenren. How could Wei Shiqi be so fierce, how could he be defeated by him? The words frightened him.
There is no better way to seek death than this!
