Chapter 171 The Mountain God appears

It's a pity that you will also be a hero under me.

After hearing this and waiting for a reply, Ling Sheng felt a pain under his feet and looked down, but saw two mud hands growing on the ground and holding his ankles.

These two mud hands, which are obviously condensed by Taoism, are so strong that their bones creak.

Ling Sheng's feet were originally injured. They were pinched like this by the clay hand. They immediately shattered their bones, turned into slag, mixed with flesh and blood, and then grasped by the mud hands. Ling Sheng's face was pale and pale. He only felt that the bones were scum and mixed with flesh into mud sauce, which was more painful than cutting off his feet and penetrated into the bone marrow.

The blue-shirt Zhenjun's face is still flat. As soon as his mind moved, the mud hand shook it hard.

Ling Sheng's body of more than 100 catties, even if it was thrown up by two mud hands on the ground and thrown more than ten feet higher, fell to the ground again, but it hit a rock.

Ling Sheng's eyes were black, his throat was sweet, his chest was stuffy and he was vomiting, and he almost vomited blood, but he was still awake. He swallowed the blood from his throat and forced himself up without saying a word.

Bang!

The earth suddenly collapsed and turned into a huge hand, holding Ling Sheng's body in the palm of his hand.

Qingshan Zhenjun slowly stepped forward and said, "You don't hesitate to be captured and risked your life to come to the Purgatory Mountain to save people. You are very bold. Now I am willing to compete with a meager force so that my companions can escape. It is really extraordinary to hurt you. I appreciate you very much in my heart. I only sigh that you are still a Middle-earth monk and can't be used for me.

"Previously, a sword qi hole pierced my heart. Although the sword qi was only the thickness of hair, which seemed to be not a big deal. In fact, I was also traumatized. At that time, if you had such a powerful sword qi, you might have been able to do it."

The green shirt seems to be smiling, and his eyes are quite joking.

Ling Sheng smiled bitterly. He didn't know anything in his heart. If he could show his sword spirit again at that time, he could really hurt his life. Unfortunately, nine swords were exhausted at that time, and three breaths had not passed, so I had to watch the great opportunity lose.

Qingshan Zhenjun smiled and said, "Actually, you can also play sword spirit at this moment. I'm still unprepared. Maybe you can still do it."

This was clearly a joke. Ling Sheng laughed at himself. This Xuanzhenjun was pierced by the sword piercing his heart, but because the sword qi was hindered, so it was not very serious. It was only at that time that the heart was initially traumatized and his mind was still determined that this Qingshan Zhenjun showed its flaws. At this moment, it has passed. Although it is only a few breaths, it also makes the extremely active Xuanzhenjun press down the injury and even smooth the injury.

At this time, it is really humiliating.

Qingshan Zhenjun quietly looked at Ling Sheng. After a long time, he sighed, "It seems that you have to use that sword spirit once, otherwise, when my heart was first created and there was no power to fight back, if you show sword spirit again, you can succeed."

Ling Sheng gritted his teeth and said nothing, but felt that the clay sculpture's big hand could not help shrinking, which almost suffocated his chest and abdomen, and his face turned red.

Qingshan Zhenjun sighed, "Since you have no means, you are also boring. In this case, don't blame me for killing you."

Before the words fell, Zhenjun in the green shirt slowly stretched out his hand and printed it on Ling Sheng's forehead.

Ling Sheng's eyes were full of light, and he also poked out his hand and slapped this Xuanzhenjun.

Two palms!

pals facing each other!

A dazzling white light bloomed from the palms of the two.

With only a muffled hum, Xuan Zhenjun flew dozens of feet away, with a gloomy face and blood on his hands.

Ling Sheng and Xian Xuanzhenjun slapped each other. Although they were surprised, they got cheap with the help of sword spirit, but Xian Xuanzhenjun's palm was not easy to accept. After one palm, his arm immediately fell down and his bones were broken.

The blue-shirt Zhenjun's face is gloomy.

I thought that the imperial junior had no means, but when he killed someone, he could still produce such a powerful sword spirit. It is really shocking to display such sword spirit with the body of imperial spirit, and it is continuous.

As early as when Zhenjun was shocked and retreated, the mud sculpture's big hand had melted away, and Ling Sheng fell to the ground with a low smile.

The green-shirted Zhenjun deliberately showed his flaws, but failed to attract Ling Sheng's means. He also regarded Ling Sheng could only use his sword spirit once. After playing, he had no means. However, he never thought that Ling Sheng's sword spirit could only be used once within three breaths.

After a few words of the two, the three breaths had already passed.

Unexpectedly, he hurt Xuanzhenjun's palm.

Ling Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Qingshan Zhenjun said calmly, "Although the sword spirit pierced the key point of my heart before, the injury was extremely subtle. If not, your sword spirit only hurt my palm, but it was very serious. I think that this hand can't be restored in two days.

"You are proud of this alone."

The green shirt Zhenjun raised his other hand and made a move to the sky.

The wind and clouds suddenly rise, and the thunder rolls.

"Thunder Taoism?"

Ling Sheng laughed twice and lay on his back on the ground, looking at the thunder clouds rolling in the sky, lightning shuttled, and the sound of low laughter was slightly hoarse.

Suddenly, a red light rose from the sky, as red as blood, straight through the sky.

"Is this?"

Seeing this red blood light, the blue-shirted Zhenjun's face changed slightly, and clouds rose under his feet, so he ran to the red light.

Ling Sheng, who had already had no hope, couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Could it be that he could survive?

Still thinking like this, there was a faint sound from the sky.

"I still have something urgent. If I don't come to accompany you, you will go on your own."

There was a thunder cloud in the sky, and lightning cut through the sky and fell into the forest.

The lightning was extremely dazzling, instantly in front of him, reflected in Ling Sheng's eyes, and only felt that the sky and the earth were bright.

Boom!

In the place where Ling Sheng is located, there is only a scorched black pit, five feet round and bottomless.

"Little, go well."

The green shirt Zhenjun only sighed, and his figure became smaller and disappeared in the sky.

A hundred feet is a mess, the earth is overturned, the trees are away from the ground, dust and mud are everywhere, and the remnants of leaves and wood chips are scattered everywhere.

A fight turned a lush forest into a desolate and desolate place in a blink of an eye.

Not far away, a tree is eight feet high, with hundreds of people hugging together, as vigorous as a dragon. Although it was injured by the resp of the fighting method and the canopy, the root of the tree is still safe and undamaged.

After the ancient tree, a figure came out.

A giant ape, as tall as the ancient tree, with white hair, golden pupils in its eyes, ears up to shoulders, long arms over the knees, and its mouth is full of sharp teeth, fierce and ferocious and amazing.

Mountain ghost?

In the distance, a big demon fell down and shouted at the mountain god.

There is a figure in the hand of the mountain god.

Roar!!!

The mountain god roared and looked at the place where the green-shirted real king left. His murderous intention was like a knife, blowing through the mountain forest, and the strong wind was better than thousands of sharp blades.

The figure in his hand was unconscious, but the strong wind blew and brushed away his black hair, revealing a cold and resolute face. It was Ling Sheng who seemed to have been beaten to ashes by the thunder before.