Xiong Chimei sacrificed the "Iron Luo Pestle". The longer it accumulates the momentum, the greater its power will be. It must be delayed to prevent it from rushing into action and wasting an opportunity to defeat the enemy. He secretly called out his thoughts. There was nothing around, and several figures suddenly appeared. The "invisibility technique" subsided, but it was the "hidden guard" trained by Xu Yanzhi himself. He could slip into the swimming fish, feel no pain, and stab the opponent invisibly. He has repeatedly practiced this technique. great merit.
Wei Shiqi raised his head and looked up, only to see seven ghosts coming from all directions. They had green faces and fangs, and had two horns on their heads. They were somewhat similar to Xu Dalang. They were ready for hand-to-hand combat. Their bodies were flexible and slender, and contained astonishing power. , holding a sharp blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, a blue light flowing like water, obviously quenched with poison, and they cooperated with each other flawlessly, sealing all the empty doors that moved around. Although the Yi clan is a lower clan, they have the confidence to challenge the Pifeng clan and seek to seize the position of the upper clan. Sure enough, they have some skills. However, in the eyes of Wei Shiqi, these multi-party attack tactics are full of flaws. He raised his hand and waved the law. The power imprisoned the ghosts one by one and stagnated them in the air, unable to move their limbs.
Xu Yanzhi was shocked, and before he could recover, countless crystal blood threads emerged from the void, rolling inward and wiping out all the "hidden guards". The power of the netherworld was scattered and collapsed, leaving no one spared. Who is this person? What kind of methods were used? Seeing that the other party slaughtered seven "hidden guards" as effortlessly as chickens and dogs, I felt a chill in my heart for no reason. I quickly called two "guests" from the clan forward and asked them to take action to stop the incoming enemy.
The two "guest ministers" of the Yi tribe are both from the lower realm. One is Sun Enhui and the other is He Quansheng. They have been won over by the leader of the Xu tribe and have lived a comfortable life for more than a hundred years without encountering any difficult enemies. This time they will be slaughtered with every move they see. The "hidden guard" was really a little wary, and he was very cautious and did not want to go forward. Fortunately, Xu Yanzhi only had to hold the opponent back, and he immediately raised his magic weapon to attack him from a distance.
The magic weapon that Sun Enhui sacrificed was called the "Huntian Pocket". A ray of light came down, covering the sky and the sun, confusing yin and yang. Once it was covered, the inside of the pocket flickered for a moment, and several days passed outside the pocket. Unexpectedly, "Huntian Dou" stagnated for a moment, as if it was lifted up in the air by an invisible big hand and could not be covered down. The four-clawed lizard was running as fast as flying, and in the blink of an eye it was close before our eyes. Seeing that "Huntian Dou" failed to stop the opponent, He Quansheng's heart froze. He subconsciously loosened his five fingers, and the "Tail Dragon Ring" flew out from his hand. A golden dragon held its tail in its mouth, and its scales stood upright, as sharp as a mountain of knives. , spinning rapidly and slamming into Li Yihe.
The power of the law filled the void, and the "Weiwei Dragon Ring" had just hit the realm of blood and energy, and its tendency to break the bamboo was thwarted. The next moment, the golden dragon let go of the Wenwei's mouth, stretched its body and slowly floated up, twisting its head and tail violently. Scales and armor peeled off all over the body, and the body was broken into three parts. A treasure of killing was destroyed in one fell swoop. He Quansheng's vision went dark and he could hardly breathe. He shouted angrily: "How dare you destroy my magic weapon! Take your life!"
Sun Enhui knew something was wrong and hurriedly recalled the "Huntian Dou". The magic weapon unexpectedly lost control and remained motionless. A ray of blood shot up into the sky, destroying the dead and destroying the future. Only a long sound of tearing silk was heard, and the "Huntian Dou" was torn into two pieces, and floated softly into the deep valley. Sun Enhui was very distressed, but by chance, she hurriedly took back the broken treasure. After a closer look, the spiritual energy was swept away, leaving only two rags.
He Quansheng was furious, beating like thunder, and successively offered "Jade Quan Pearl", "Digging Ruler", and "Nine Punishing Thunders". Rays of precious light flew away, colorful, and were all fixed in the air by the Blood and Qi Divine Realm, disinfecting them invisible. He Quansheng's anger gradually subsided, and a chill suddenly arose. He held the last "Lingzhuwen Sword" in his palm and did not make another move.
Sun Enhui looked on coldly and saw some clues. He frowned and said to Xu Yanzhi: "Could this kind of method be the legendary 'spiritual realm'?"
Xu Yanzhi shook his head repeatedly and said: "It looks like a god but not like a god. How can the upper realm of 'Spirit Realm' be reached by people in the lower realm!" He had already seen that the other party's Qi was strange, and he was not practicing the power of the netherworld. Coming from the lower realm, the "Great Rift Valley" connects nearly a hundred lower realms, with all kinds of strange and unpredictable magical powers. As far as he knows, there are several powerful magic weapons that also have such power.
Li Yihe leaned in the master's arms, and the little Luan bird curled up in her palm and fell into a deep sleep. Wei Shiqi lifted the weight as lightly as he opened the Blood and Qi Divine Realm, and the power of the law spread like ripples, without touching her at all, so as not to disturb the Miluo Zhen Shen Seal. The four-clawed lizard was less than a hundred feet away from the opponent, and the faces of Xu Yanzhi and others were clearly distinguishable. In his mind, those people were already dead, and no one could survive under the influence of the divine realm of blood and energy.
Seeing the opponent getting closer and closer, Sun Enhui let out a long sigh and had no choice but to take out a scroll, solemnly untied the ribbon, and unfolded it slowly. The scroll slowly rises and hangs in the air. There is an old man in the painting, holding a sword behind his back and standing with his back. Although it is painted in ink, it reveals the strong meaning of the sword. Sun Enhui held a stick of residual incense in both hands. It spontaneously ignited in the absence of wind. He bowed it to the end and said, "I respectfully ask the Patriarch to conquer the demons!"
The old man in the painting slowly turned his back, with a Chinese-character face, eyes like cold stars, and long beard and hair, and shouted: "Where is the monster?" The voice was like a loud bell, and it was unstoppable.
Sun Enhui pointed at Wei Shiqi and said: "Far away in the horizon, but close in front of you!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man stepped out of the painting into the real world. He held a sharp sword and passed dozens of feet in an instant. He stopped in front of the Blood and Qi Divine Realm. He hesitated and seemed to be aware of it. The remaining incense in Sun Enhui's hand turned into ashes bit by bit, and she was so anxious that she urged again: "I respectfully ask the Patriarch to conquer the demons!"
The old man raised his white eyebrows and swung his sword without hesitation. The world suddenly darkened like night, and a bright sword light opened up the sky and the earth. He held the sword in both hands and stepped into the divine realm. It was like he was trapped in quicksand, carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and his body shook slightly. Push forward slowly. Wei Shiqi had already seen the clues: a spirit is immortal, tangible and insubstantial, his mind is fascinated by the lingering fragrance, he is confused and driven by others, even if he has the means to reach heaven and earth, how much can be left? He casually activated the power of the law, and countless blood lines swarmed away. The old man shouted, and the sword light exploded. The blood lines were annihilated one by one like moths rushing to the flame. They remained in a stalemate for more than ten breaths, and gradually dimmed.
Under the shroud of the divine realm, with one thought of life and one thought of death, Wei Shiqi pointed at one point at the same time. The old man was shocked, with a look of astonishment on his face, and instantly disappeared into ashes. Sun Enhui was stunned, watching helplessly as the remaining incense burned to the end. The scroll was quickly put away, turning into a stream of light, and suddenly disappeared into the distance.
A cloud of blood poured down, tightly entangled the scroll, dragged it into the void, and fell into Wei Shiqi's hands the next moment. Sun Enhui felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and was in despair. When she was about to fight for him, she was afraid of the opponent's methods, fearing that her life would be in vain. She was at a loss for a while and had no idea. Xu Yanzhi sighed secretly, Sun Enhui regarded this scroll as his life and kept it secret from others. This time he sacrificed it to attack the enemy and snatched it for the opponent. Fortunately, the two "guests" Sun and He took action one after another to delay the attack. For a long time, Xiong Chimei has gained enough momentum, and it remains to be seen whether the attack of "Tie Luo Chu" can reverse the decline and make the final decision.
