The Legend of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 425 Fatty Bird

With the bloody hand inserted from her abdomen, Hu Yue's eyes were wide open, and her face was full of expressions.

With a "pop", the blue round elixir was squeezed into pieces, and then the bone hand suddenly disappeared.

Hu Yue snorted, and as the bone hand pulled away, the man fell softly to the ground. The blood kept coming out along the blood hole, and the bloody atmosphere filled the hall for a moment.

Although he is not dead at this moment, he is still dying.

The exclamations of Jin Qing and Shi Die, the bursting sound and the roar of magic weapons have been transmitted to the ears one after another, and all kinds of experiences in life have gushed out one after another like walking around the lamp.

The poor life when I was a child, the joy of the whole family when I was spiritually rooted, the helplessness when my favorite sister married to others, the spirit when Jiedan was successful, and the huge ambition to condense into Yuanying. All these things seem to fade away with the coldness of the siblings...

But Hu Yue is not very willing!

He has trained three flying knives. Usually, he only releases two to kill the enemy, and the third flying knife never leaves his body.

Because the third flying knife is refined by some kind of secret method, although the power of flying to hurt people is average, it is indeed far more than the ordinary magic weapon in psychic body protection.

What's more, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of effort to cultivate this treasure, which has been refined to the point of psychic not long ago.

In the face of sneak attacks from others, even if he does not take the initiative to tell, this treasure should be able to sense the killing of others, and it is right to automatically protect the body!

"Unless you sneak up on him..."

Hu Yue finally remembered again, and reluctantly twisted his head slightly with his ordinary manpower. Finally, I saw everything behind me with the corners of my eyes.

A white shadow is chasing Jin Qing, while Jin Qing is wrapped in a ball of silver light and flying backwards to avoid, and the magic weapon released keeps bombarding the other party, as if he is extremely afraid of the white shadow.

On the other side, Han Li and others were trapped in a large area of black gas, but Han Li's hand had a red painting axis, and countless fist-sized fire swallows were flying out of the painting axis, forming a huge ring of fire. Keep hitting the black gas and don't let them get close.

Quhun and Shidie stood closely behind Han Li.

The blood mask all over the body of the soul. Both hands kept releasing purple flames, dispersing the black gas that rushed into the ring of fire.

And Shi Die held a white bead in his hand, which was full of light, so that the occasional black gas that leaked from the net did not dare to get close to its surrounding body, but there was still a look of panic in his eyes.

Hu Yue ignored the black gas, and took a closer look at the white shadow chasing Jin Qing.

Sure enough, it is the white skeleton that has been dead for many years. It's just that it emits white fog all over its body, and its body jumps flexibly. It still looks like a dead thing.

Hu Yue smiled miserably!

He is a monk of the Jiedan period. It's ridiculous to be plotted by a dead skeleton.

With this idea of self-deprecating, Hu Yue lost his mind and fell into an endless sleep, but the trace of self-deprecation still remained on the corners of his mouth.

While Hu Yue was choking, Han Li looked gloomy and kept looking around.

Just now, at the same time that Hu Yue was attacked by the white bone. Suddenly, a large area of cold ghost fog flew out of the nearby wall, and several people were trapped in it.

Fortunately, Han Li was a little prepared and did not hesitate to open the picture axis that had just arrived. As a result, many angry spirit birds flew out of the painting.

This kind of "faty bird" wrapped in a demon fire and looks like an ordinary swallow. Han Li has seen its detailed introduction in a classic book.

They were born in the essence of the fire. He specializes in eating all kinds of yin ghosts, and is a famous yin nemesis.

It's just that this bird has long been extinct in the immortal world. In the painting axis, it only seals the soul of the spirit bird, and can only release the split of the "fat yang bird".

Although these splits are the same as the real "fat yang birds", their power is very different!

Otherwise, these black ghost fogs can not only be temporarily dispersed, but should be swallowed up.

Han Li is not worried about these entangled ghosts and fogs. Whether it is the "green bamboo bee cloud sword" or the gold-eating worm, it can easily break them.

What made him a little uneasy was that the owner of the ghost fog was still hidden.

As for the white bone, he also saw it clearly. It's not really spiritual. It's clear that it's a puppet manipulated by others. It's just that the white bone is a little strange. He was bombarded by Jin Qing's magic weapon. It's still safe and sound. It seems that there is another mystery in it.

Han Li was thinking about it, and there was a intermittent sound of ghosts around him.

The creepy voices of these people. Not a man or a woman, sharp and harsh, which makes people feel uneasy when they hear it.

Han Li's heart was stunned, and his consciousness was suddenly opened, covering the whole hall. The fingers flicked gently at the same time, and two green swords appeared in front of Han Li and slowly turned around Han Li.

"The demon pretends to be a ghost here, but he still doesn't show up?" Jin Qing seemed to be upset by the ghost, and suddenly shouted angrily.

The sound was not loud, but it made the whole hall buzz. The sound of ghosts really stopped. It actually stopped.

Not only that, when his magic weapon knocked down on the white bone again, the white bone fell to pieces under one blow, and it was no longer human.

Jin Qing is surprised and happy!

At the same time, the ghost fog that was originally trapped by Han Li and others quickly retracted into the surrounding walls.

Han Li was surprised! He didn't think that Jin Qing's roar could have so much power.

At this moment, the stone butterfly behind Han Li turned around and took the opportunity to run to the cave steps behind him. In the blink of an eye, he reached the steps and stepped up.

Seeing this scene, Han's facade was expressionless, but Jin Qing's face changed greatly, and he was extremely angry.

Did this woman escape from the battle?

Although the stone butterfly's magic power is low, the jewel in his hand obviously has a restraint effect on those ghosts and fogs. I can't let her run away like this,

Thinking of this, Jin Qing had to drink this woman without thinking.

But at this time, the change rises again!

The stone butterfly who ran up the steps only took two steps, and the green light flashed suddenly on one side of the stone wall, and a terrible ghost claw leaped out without warning. The claw was pointed at ten fingertips, and the whole body was green. It was inserted into the nun's chest at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

Shi Die screamed and desperately urged the light of the jewel in his hand to break free.

But the ghost hand seemed to be not afraid at all. Instead, the dark ghost spirit came out of the ghost's claws and wrapped the stone butterfly in it.

The woman's cry stopped.

Then a skinny corpse was thrown out of the black gas. It was just thrown in front of Han Li and Quhun.

Han Li looked down at the appearance of the mummified corpse, and his face was slightly blue.

And Jin Qing's face had long been bloodless, but he just grasped the white seal magic weapon tightly and kept looking left and right.

"Hey hey! I need a suitable body. Which of the three of you is going to dedicate it? There was a cold sneer around the hall, and the voice was full of disdain.

After hearing this, the cold light in Han Li's eyes was slightly exposed, and he suddenly showed the painting axis in his hand again. Many firebirds flying outside him flew back to the painting axis like swallows returning to the nest, and then Han Li's gloomy hands pinched the method.

With a "pull", a giant "fat yang bird" about ten feet long flew out of the painting axis. The flames around it were dazzling. After hovering around Han Li's head, it flew to a stone pillar in the hall with its wings spread out.

There was a loud bang.

When the giant bird was about to hit the pillar, the green light flashed, and then a strange python transformed by black gas flew out of the pillar and hit the firebird.

The firebird spit out the white essence fire, the strange python spewed out the dark cold air, and a battle of the bird python unfolded in the hall.

"Tut-tut! Unexpectedly, there are still people who can do the exorcism that has been lost for a long time in the sea of stars. It seems that I really underestimate you. As soon as the voice fell, a strange shadow slowly came out of the stone pillar.

Han Li and Jin Qing looked at the same time!

This is a turquoise figure, with green light all over, and can't see the true face clearly. It is wrapped around a few black fog-like bands like arms, and his eyes are like blood-like bright red.

After this strange shadow swept over Han Li and others, Han Li and Jin Qing both felt the chill behind them. It seemed that they had been seen through everything in their hearts by the other party. They couldn't help looking at each other and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes.

The other party only relies on his eyes to put so much pressure on the two of them, which shows that the other party's cultivation far exceeds that of the two of them. Is this person actually a monk in the Yuanying period?

But looking at the strange shadow, it doesn't seem to be like a stranger, but more like a ghost.

But if it's a fierce ghost, how can it be so organized, without the slightest loss of mind?

(hehe! There is another chapter in the evening. I hope you can cast more recommendation votes. Now this book is very short of these votes!)

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