The whirlwind soared into the sky, rolled up to a height of a hundred feet and condensed into shape. Guo Baohu looked down solemnly, holding a magic formula with both hands, his expression solemn. The spiritual pattern on his right cheek twisted like a snake, one of which was permanently broken. His arms seemed to have thousands of them. Jun Zhong released his hand towards Luo Xie and unleashed a magical power. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Luo Xie wants to see the clan elders' methods and let them do whatever they want, without rushing to interrupt. Before crossing the river, he hit the middle of the river. A cold light suddenly appeared in Wei Shiqi's eyes, and he suppressed it again. Since the Demon King is so confident, let's see where his confidence lies.
With the magical power lowered, the power of the netherworld came from all directions, like a millstone turning slowly. Luo Xie was trapped in it, and a hint of crisis quietly emerged. He raised the Xingtian Qianqi, stirred up the evil spirit, exhaled loudly, and opened the netherworld. force. There was nothing opportunistic about resisting the magical power of heaven and earth on his own. Luo Xie could not hold on for more than a few breaths, then he felt his arms were sore and numb, and his joints were creaking. He felt a little unsustainable. His heart sank, Guo Baohu moved the world Layers of great power are piled on top of each other, and the magical power will never fade away. The great power will never be defeated!
Luo Xie was eager to move and dodge, but the mighty forces of heaven and earth had already converged, strangling every bit of his energy. The demonic clouds under his feet collapsed, and his body was sucked into the air, unable to move. Being in a dangerous situation, he did not panic. With Wei Shiqi supporting him, he could break the situation at any time, but how could Luo Xie allow himself to fall into such a situation? The thoughts in his mind turned rapidly, and he laughed loudly, and the blood in his body was The boiling water revealed the true form of Xingtian, and the Dharma body of wood and stone was an immortal, decapitated corpse, with its breasts as eyes and its belly navel as its mouth. Wood and stone were broken, not a drop of blood.
The demonic aura turned around and the wounds were healed. Luo Xie laughed and said, "It's so good! It's so good!" They struck each other with a sound like a bell. He suddenly picked up the giant ax and threw it out.
Among the 19 elders of the Guo tribe, Guo Baohu is no ordinary person. He once personally conquered the Tiancheng Stone "Eternal Life Village", fought against the best in the lower world, and saw the so-called "True Body of the Sky Fox". The twelve tails came out at once, ruthlessly The cruelty of heaven and earth pales in comparison to this decapitated corpse. He frowned unconsciously. This time someone from the demon world was so powerful. Is it possible that things are really going to change?
"The Great Rift Valley" and the Baishi Lower Realm have seen an endless stream of people sneaking into and ascending to the lower realm. I don't know since when, a legend has spread in the ghost realm. On a certain day of a certain month and year, a powerful person comes from the lower realm, and is favored by the fate of heaven and earth. , achieve the upper realm, change the world, trample the seven upper tribes under their feet, and become the master of this realm. Guo Baohu had always scoffed at these nonsense stories and didn't believe them. But when he really met someone extraordinary, he finally felt a little concerned and secretly had murderous intentions.
The giant ax spun rapidly like a wheel. Guo Baohu shook his shoulders and turned into a whirlwind. He avoided the blow lightly and deftly. Xingtian's giant ax was half a beat slower and only hit an afterimage. However, what surprised him was that the demonic energy rolled inward and collapsed, and the giant ax disappeared into the void, like a drop of water blending into the river and sea, and disappeared without a trace. For a moment, Guo Baohu's hair stood on end, and he started to fly away in a whirlwind. The feeling of gangrene attached to his bones was lingering. He had a strong premonition in his heart that as long as he interrupted the spell and gathered his body, he would definitely be hit squarely by this axe. With.
Ghosts in the spiritual realm are easy to injure. At Guo Baohu's level of cultivation, the power of the netherworld will not dissipate. Even if it is cut into thousands of pieces and the body is broken into thousands of pieces, it can be restored to its original state in an instant. But for some reason, he feels vaguely afraid of the other party. This unarmed ax concealed murderous intent, and he was unwilling to test it with his own body. Although the body of a whirlwind can move forward and retreat freely, many powerful magical powers cannot be used. Guo Baohu weighed the pros and cons, abandoned the enemy, and fled away with a long roar.
It was easy to come, but not so easy to leave. Wei Shiqi held up the "Ziwu Demon Refining Pot" and stretched out his hand. Thunder struck down one after another. There was a faint trace of strange blood in the lightning. Guo Baohu hurriedly dodged and rode the whirlwind to the left. Suddenly to the right, sometimes up and down, the sky thunder weaves into a large and sparse net, catching it and preventing it from escaping in a hurry.
Luo Xie laughed heartily, his navel opened and closed, thunder rolled in his belly, he raised the Xingtian giant shield flatly over his shoulders, and pressed it down violently, it surged forward and closed vertically and horizontally, and the suction force came out of thin air, like a sea eye swallowing up the tide, it was unstoppable. Guo Baohu couldn't help but fly towards him, secretly saying that it was not good, it was the lesser of two evils. He had no choice but to gather the whirlwind and manifest a human form. The next moment, Xingtian's giant ax flew out of the void, and was about to hit the back of the head. With a flash of black energy, the Ghost Stork was the first to block the giant axe, and the Guo Baohu bent sideways to avoid the head-opening disaster at the critical moment.
Luo Lai stretched out his hand to catch the Xingtian giant axe, and the ghost stork was split in half. Black energy poured into the bones crazily, but it could not save the disaster. He could only hear a series of soft "crackling" sounds, and the white bones broke inch by inch and scattered into powder. Guo Baohu didn't care about regrets and rolled in the air to avoid several thunderbolts. One of the spiritual lines on his left cheek was broken. His body was shaking violently and his eyes were full of resentment.
Since he ascended to the position of elder of the Guo clan, Guo Baohu has never suffered such a big loss. It’s okay to be forced into such an embarrassing situation. That ghost stork was the result of him prepaying a large amount of treasures to the clan and spending countless efforts to sacrifice and refine it. A spiritual creature was formed, which, combined with his magical powers, had various magical effects. Unexpectedly, it collapsed in the "Great Rift Valley" without even covering it up, causing his heart to bleed and his eyes to burst. However, the situation was pressing, and it was difficult for him to fight with two fists. He was eager to escape, and was forced to use up another spiritual pattern magical power.
Luo Xie made a move with one arm, and Xingtian's giant ax was released again. A group of black shadows whirled rapidly. Guo Baohu's magical power had been completed, and he applied it to himself. He gritted his teeth and said: "You lowly slaves in the lower world, wait a moment -" The words were not finished. Falling, the body suddenly disappeared from sight. The giant ax struck the air and disappeared into the void. After a moment, it suddenly turned around. Luo Xie grabbed the handle of the ax and weighed it. He said "Hey" and said no more. This ax stalked away, severely injuring the opponent, but failing to kill him. The elders of the upper clan had mysterious powers. If Wei Shiqi hadn't intercepted him this time, even this ax might not have hit him.
Luo Lai soothed his blood, put away Xingtian's true form, returned to his original form, breathed a long sigh of relief, and thought deeply. The Guo tribe is only in the middle among the seven upper tribes. A mere elder actually fought with him vigorously. Even after a lot of effort, he could not kill him. If three or five more upper tribes came, he would have no choice but to run away. . The ghosts in the Ghost Realm are really troublesome. No wonder Li Yangzi calls it the "Evil Realm" and would rather stop ascending than stay in the lower realm.
The three of them fought fiercely in the "Great Rift Valley", and the scene was just a stick of incense. Guo Baohu was one against two, and he was distracted and suffered a big loss. During the fierce fight, the power of the netherworld continued to be lost, and Xuanyuan Qing became invisible. On the side, I took the opportunity to worship the "Netherworld Bell". All the broken parts of the clock body were repaired, and the shape of the ghost became much clearer. It was a good deal. Nine Thousand Years Old was horrified to see the Demon Emperor reveal his true colors, and then he defeated the Guo Clan elder. How long could he last if he was in a different place? In the Ghost Realm, there really is no place for stowaways like them!
An idea flashed through Jiu Qiansui's mind. This world is too dangerous, and the "Eternal Life Village" is imperative!
