Chapter 269 Crossing the Disaster
The reception of the twelve demon fairy cities was carried out smoothly with the help of Long Tian, but Long Tian still did not promise to help them open the secret place.
However, Hua Jian is not worried about this, and now Changfeng is more concerned about this than him.
When everything was going in an orderly manner, the painting halberd was not idle. Since he learned that Murong Xiaoyu was not the same as before, he naturally had to step up his practice.
After five years in the north, in addition to fighting, it was a battle. In addition to the 17 cities west of the Baimai Mountains, there were also 23 cities and 40 cities later occupied by the one-eyed man, nearly 60,000 demons. The bloody smell on their hands was stronger than anyone else, but this also brought him Xu Many benefits, the most direct benefit is the improvement of strength.
A year ago, he had a mysterious feeling, and he knew that this was a precursor to the 'small disaster'.
But when he was in the north, in order not to attract attention, he had been suppressing his cultivation, otherwise he would have broken through to the fourth-order demon king and the mirror.
Now that he is idle, he no longer deliberately suppresses his cultivation, and the feeling of being affected by that mysterious spirit is getting stronger and stronger.
Because he had watched the iron man crossing the disaster at the scene before, he didn't worry much at this moment. Although the protective magic weapons on his body were given to Feng'er, when he was in the north, he learned a small skill when he explored the magic made of Zhenyuan and Yaoyuan, which was enough to help him cope with this 'Xiaotian. Robbery'.
Moreover, while the three-phase reverse technique is becoming more and more refined, the blood of the ape in his body is stronger and stronger, but one thing is quite strange that he has the same bloodline as Yuan Fei, but he can't directly devour the demon elixir to enhance his physical strength like Yuan Fei.
After studying this doubt for a long time, the intelligence is different from the body structure. After all, he only has the blood of this ape, but does not have the body of the ape.
A month later, the painting halberd felt that the demon yuan and Zhenyuan in his body were so full that they were about to break out of the body. He knew that it was time to cross the 'little disaster'.
He did not tell anyone that early that morning, without telling Erhei, Iron Man and Yuan Fei, he chose to sit cross-legged in a place far away from the Tuxin City, carefully arranged several formations, and quietly waited for the arrival of the disaster.
Before waiting long, the sky suddenly darkened, and then the dark clouds on the top suddenly appeared overhead like a trick.
There is a frightening smell in the middle of the dark clouds.
The painting halberd suddenly felt bad, and there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the robbery cloud. He had observed the situation of the iron man's disaster before. Although his robbery cloud contained the power of terror, it was by no means the current palpitating feeling.
The sense of oppression in my own disaster cloud is several times greater than that of the iron man.
He was extremely surprised and didn't know what had changed at all, but at this point, there was no other way to let the disaster go away.
Now I can only harden my scalp.
He tightened his fist nervously and subconsciously arranged two protective arrays.
In the black clouds in the sky, amazing power has been accumulated. This power is a little strange. It is not like trying to verify whether the 'crosser' can have the strength to reach a higher level, but... wants to destroy everything in front of us!
The painting halberd was stunned, but it was too late when he felt this.
After brewing a cup of tea, there was no sign of a black thunderbolt from the air. As expected, the several arrays he had just arranged could not even stop the black thunder for a moment.
The reaction of the painting halberd is extremely strange. He raised his hands high and made a tripod. In his hands, the demon yuan and Zhenyuan quickly condensed, and then a blood-red mask condensed on his hands.
The black god thundered on the blood-red mask, making a sneer, as if the sound of hot iron falling into the cold water.
The bloody light mask only resisted the black thunder for a moment, and the two sides have disappeared!
The principle of this bloody light mask is the same as that of the bloody ball, that is to say, the two belong to the same level of magic, which is enough to resist the full attack of the seventh-order demon fairy.
But now the blood-colored light mask only resists a black thunder, and the other eight thunders are brewing in the cloud. As expected, the remaining eight thunders should be more powerful than the other.
There is not much time left for him to think. The second black thunder once again split from the cloud. The halberd raised his hands and had no choice but to condense the bloody light mask again. Judging from his current Zhenyuan and Yaoyuan, he could resist four black thunders again at most. Taking into the abnormal recovery speed of Yaoyuan and Zhenyuan, he could only resist it at most. Seven, there is nothing he can do about the next two thunderstorms.
Regardless of anything else, the vortex and demon elixir in the sea of Qi are spawned to the extreme, allowing them to rotate at a crazy speed, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth around them like a whale swallowing, and quickly filling the real yuan and demon yuan consumed at a more crazy speed.
Although the blood-colored light mask evolved from the blood-colored sphere, it also inherits the biggest disadvantage of the blood-colored sphere, which is that it consumes too much true yuan and demon yuan.
In the cloud, the black thunder was split from the air one after another, and its power was getting greater and greater. It had no choice but to inject more demons and Zhenyuan into the blood mask to strengthen the defense of the blood mask.
The real yuan and demon yuan in the body were consumed crazily. After resisting seven thunders that were three times more powerful than one, they were finally consumed.
The halberd gritted its teeth and quickly condensed the power of the 'Heavenly Way' in the gap where the thunder fell, ready to take over the next two black thunder with the power of the Heavenly Way.
I don't know why the last two black thunders have not fallen for a long time, and it has brewed a cup of tea in the cloud. When the real yuan and demon yuan in the body of the painting halberd were almost enough to recover enough to make a bloody light mask for the exhibition, it suddenly split from the air.
The halberd holds high his right hand that condenses the power of the 'Heavenly Way' and feels that this breath is more horrible than the previous seven thunderbolt combined, and there is nothing in his heart.
He couldn't figure out what was going on with this unreasonable 'little disaster'. He was just worried about whether he could resist the black thunder with the power of 'heaven'.
This black god thunder is brewed in the clouds and does not belong to the magic magic. If you have to say it, it is a force of the same origin as its own 'heavenly way' - when the black god thunder is connected with the power of the 'heavenly way' in his hand, the painting halberd deeply understands this.
The power of 'Heaven' condensed in the palm of the right hand is not like splitting on other magical spells. Although it is stuffy, it feels withered.
At this time, it feels more like fighting against the whole world...
This feeling is extremely uncomfortable, and his chest is like a mountain, which makes him breathless.
It is natural for him to feel that the cloud belongs to a part of the heavenly way, just like water boils when it is heated and the ice melts when it is hot.
If you want to resist this power of heaven and earth on your own, how easy is it to shake the tree? But he must do this at this moment, because there is nothing else that can resist this black thunder except the power of 'Heaven'.
At this time, he secretly scolded himself and gave all the protective magic weapons to Feng'er. If there was only an ice mirror borrowed from Shui Qiqi now, it would be enough to offset this black thunder once.
This is the point, and it is useless to complain.
He can only hold high his right hand that condenses the power of the 'God' to compete with the black thunder.
The pressure on his right hand makes his body a little unsupportable after being strengthened by the bloodline of the ape and the three-phase reverse technique. You can obviously hear the friction of the bone joints, and you can obviously feel that the strong muscles on your arm that can't even penetrate the enemy's magic weapon are tearing.
The pressure on his arm gradually spread to his shoulder, and then walked from his shoulder to his whole body. If he didn't react, he would be crushed by this huge pressure before he was killed by the black god.
quickly transported the few demons and true elements in the body, distributed all over the body, to help the delicate body barely keep from being crushed under this huge pressure.
While resisting this pressure, Yao Yuan and Zhen Yuan slowly integrated into muscles and bones to increase their strength several times. The painting halberd could not care about these small changes and could only rise up the black thunder in the sky of the resisters.
But the good thing is that after the tea kung fu, this powerful divine thunder was finally exhausted by its own 'Heaven's power.
He didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. The ninth black thunder, that is, the last black thunder, split from the air without intervals. The halberd gritted his teeth and raised his right hand high. The power of 'Heaven' gained the upper hand in the fight with the eighth black thunder. Now it has not completely dissipated, enough to resist the last black thunder. In a moment, the power of the second 'Heavenly Way' should also be condensed and formed.
But he was still wrong. The power of the last black thunder was so powerful that he didn't seem to be ready to stay alive at all.
The halberd scolds. Theoretically, the natural disaster is to test whether the person who overcomes the disaster can have the strength to break through to the next level. Although it is dangerous, it still has a glimmer of life.
But now the 'little disaster' he encountered had no intention of doing so. This black thunder, which was powerful enough to destroy everything, like penetrating a layer of defenseless thin paper, instantly broke his condensed heavenly path, and then hit him heavily.
There will be no other consciousness when it is dark in front of the painting halberd...
But before he lost consciousness, he only felt a hot breath rising on his chest...
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In the boundless darkness, there is a faint blue light in the distance, just to attract people through the dark lights, and their legs subconsciously chased the blue light. As a result, the body floated a few meters away as if it had no weight.
He is not curious about this situation, or he can't be curious about anything.
There is a magical attraction in the blue light. His legs keep stepping out and his body keeps floating out. His hands are powerless to stretch forward. He wants to catch the blue light close at hand, but to no result.
The more you can't catch it, the more eager you wave your hands.
At this time, as if there was something on his shoulder, he turned his head and saw the grinning expression of the rhubarb. He stood on his shoulder, waving his claws, trying to grab the blue light into his arms.
I don't know how long a person and a monkey have been chasing, but the whole body suddenly seems to fall into the ice cellar, which makes people unable to breathe. Even if he catchs up to this point, the blue light still floats in front of him, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't reach the other party.
The body is getting colder and colder, and the dark world is getting darker and darker. In the end, when the dark light in front of him disappeared, a hot breath suddenly gushed out of his chest, which was unbearably hot.
The painting halberd finally couldn't help howling with this smell, and then sat up from the grass. His eyes were frightened and stretched out to take out his chest. He wanted to dig out what had just been hot and was about to die. As a result, he only touched a handful of slippery sweat... And he had been carrying it with him and never left. The square jade pendant...