432 tormented hard battle, pinning hope

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In ancient legends, there are not many people who can leave their names. Most of them are the existence of golden immortals of Daluo, but there are also some amazing and beautiful kings who have been passed down through the ages.

Among them are demons with great combat power and amazing wisdom. Among them, there is a sage called the virtual immortal king of Rongwang Cave. He refined wood skills, reached the point of single magic and insight into creation. He understood a trace of law of withered glory and life and death. He was originally very promising to become a golden immortal.

Unfortunately, it failed for some reason and disappeared.

But he left an extremely precious wealth for the descendants who practice wood skills, that is, the King of Rong's withering finger, ranking among the six magic powers.

As we all know, the monks of wood skills are good at healing, and their attack power is generally weak, but the withered finger created by the King of Rong has a deadly lethality. The dead gas erodes the origin, kills death, and kills with one blow.

It is one of the most famous types of fairyland wood attack magic power. The cultivation method is simple, the most widely spread, and it is barely a big street goods.

It's just that it's relatively difficult to practice. It requires a very high understanding of the life and death of the dead to derive the dead spirit to cultivate. Even the wooden king can hardly understand the origin of the dead glory.

But now that the owner of Dongmu Hall has used it, it shows that he has at least touched the realm of Dongxu in his understanding of Kurong Aoyi, and began to study the source of Aoyi. Maybe I am about to be cultivated to the king.

That finger was surrounded by dead air, and the breath of silence was cold and piercing, directly through the bitter boat defense. Although most of the impact was weakened, the cold and dead air could not be hindered, such as a shadowless poisonous snake, which penetrated into his body along the pores.

Suddenly, Xue Chen felt weak all over his body, his blood was frozen, and his jade bones were as black as poison. His skin was dry and aging, and then an abscess appeared. The arcane force inside and outside the body was decaying and withering, and the immortal fruit in the underworld was withering.

"Xue Shao!!" Fei Yuntian and Ling Xiaotong were shocked and hurried over. They had to help with the magic power or take out the rare elixir.

"Don't worry, I have my own countermeasures." Xue Chen waved his hand and refused.

Then he saw a golden lotus mark between his eyebrows, gently swaying and blooming with dreamy brilliance. Suddenly, a golden aperture appeared behind his head, similar to red sandalwood. Xue Chen bathed in the light of merit and virtue, which looked extremely sacred and peaceful.

Then, the black and gray dead gas was automatically purified, the body and soul were all improved, and the previous minor injuries were also repaired, restoring the power of the heyday.

His eyes were interpreting the disillusionment of life and death, the great reincarnation of thousands of people, and the devout monks put their hands together. He looked at the four masters and was not afraid at all.

"What a great merit!" The little boy was overjoyed.

"Do not be arrogant!"

The owner of Dongshan Hall suddenly shouted, his hands shook, and the exquisite three mountains and five mountains were thrown down one by one. Huashan sword poked, and Taishan suppressed, each had its own wonderful.

This wave of attacks made the boat spin and roll. Although it could prevent the impact, there was a strange fluctuation system destructive power inside the hull, which made the three people confused and extremely uncomfortable, as if they were going to explode.

However, Ling Xiaotong then took out the ape magic stick. In the black and white strange power transmission stick in his body, he shouted angrily, "One pillar will determine the universe!"

There are stars flashing on the ape magic stick, emitting layers of light waves, which contains a hegemony and fighting power, blessing the whole bitter boat, so that the six layers of shields are also shaken, offsetting the fluctuating penetration of the magic power of the Dongshan Hall.

Seeing this, the third young master was relieved.

"These three guys are hard stubble. If they don't go out, it will be difficult to subdue them. The four of us will break the shield together and capture Xue Chen first." But the owner of the Dongkong Temple decisively ordered that the momentum was enough, and the folds appeared in the boundary barrier, and there was an endless space cutting edge hidden behind it.

After saying that, the other three masters did not speak, and the light was restrained and fell into silence. But in the eyes of the three, this was undoubtedly the prelude to the storm.

Rumble!

The heavy mountains and mountains, thorns and blood vines, the fierce Tianhe and the space storm bombarded from all directions. They were vast and unstoppable. After the meeting, they merged with each other. The four-color divine power can suppress the cave sky and crush all dimensions.

In the face of such a terrible torrent of magic power, the flying clouds among the three people took the lead in the impact, and a circle of silver glow rotated outside the body, dividing the 33 layers of fields.

Then, he suddenly blew himself up the eleven-layer field and turned into eleven airflows into his right hand, in which the shadow of the split knife flashed faintly, but it was he who temporarily integrated the hand with the knife with some magical power to reach a higher level of human knife integration.

"Flying with a blow!"

The palm knife stretched out of the shield again, sweeping through the air, accompanied by a long roar. His thick black hair danced wildly, and his cold eyebrows crossed, like a killing god.

Won!

The curved knife is like half a moon, cutting through the space in the boundary and expanding, containing eleven sharp edges, and each weight has the divine power of broken heaven and earth.

However, in the face of the Zhenshi magic power born from the fusion of the four magic seals, it is still not enough to see the edge of the eleventh. Under the crushing of the huge torrent of magic power, it completed its mission after eleven times of fierceness, secretly diluting the virtuality, but it also successfully weakened part of the torrent of the divine power.

Poo!

Fei Yuntian spit out a mouthful of blood, because the will in the divine power is connected to his spirit, and the divine power is broken, and it is so strong that he can't suppress the counterattack, and suffers a little internal injury, plus the previous one, it is an additional injury.

"Damn it, look at the magic power of Ben Shao!" Ling Xiaotong used the gambling ghost magic, endless fairy indoctrination, and the puppet then to turn the dice into one point. It was not that he was sure that he could make a little, but that the huge energy suppressed the other five points, and 90% of the probability was one point.

Then, he played the unique trick in the dice: "In the name of a gambler, he is immune to all attacks!"

It can be seen that a circle of invisible walls resist the torrent, but he still underestimated the power of Zhenshi. The torrent was impacted by waves, and the blockage was not good, and the wall was finally cracked and broken.

At that moment, Ling Xiaotong's face turned red, and the dice in the gambling ghost's opponent were broken. The gambling power also rebounded, and the Dharma phase was scattered and hurriedly taken back by Ling Xiaotong.

But he did not give up. His eyes were firm, and he decisively used the strongest unique gambling ghost city. The white air gushed from the top of his head, rushed out of the bitter boat and went to the sky, but he was still blocked by the boundary.

This made his eyes slightly gloomy. He lowered his head and scolded, "This strange and difficult boundary of the world can actually change the law of heaven and earth and interfere with my communication with the external luck. Otherwise, I can use the gambling ghost city to pretend the three of us to fly away!"

But this is just one of his expectations. The real backhand is still the magic power of luck. Then the whole city is gambling hot, and the white luck continues to derive, making the gambling ghost city bigger and bigger, perchling outside the bitter boat and using the city wall to resist the torrent.

The wall of the gambling city is very strange. There are various patterns of gambling tools. The torrent of the magic power hits, and there are drastic changes. The strength is uncertain, and the self is chaotic. Some of the magic power begins to disperse from the inside.

The best defense effect is the four gates, no! It should be said that there is no door, but four transparent mirrors. In fact, it is transformed by the mirror space magic rune taught by the gambling king. The grade is extremely high and can transfer the huge torrent.

The four-way gate is like four super drains, which can accommodate everything and remove the impact of the water flow, thus reducing the pressure of the city wall.

"The water is full of golden mountains, and the walls are flooded!" The owner of the East China Sea Temple suddenly shouted coldly, and the magic seal changed slightly, which made the divine flood change. Driven by the sea, the huge waves were rolled up, and it was about to cross the wall.

"Think beautifully! Luo Tian Gaiding, the round place, the immortal castle!"

Ling Xiaotong soon had a corresponding strategy. The strange gambling in the city flew up, with Luo Tianxinghua as the core, fused into a layer of cover, and faintly saw the dense gears turning.

It is like a mechanical castle, and the product is a wisp of magic power light pattern, which is integrated into the top of the cover and continues to thicken, light up the stars, expands an endless starry sky, and accommodates more magical torrents.

The whole castle is sealed without a trace of space, and the torrent cannot be eroded at once.

But there are more changes in the torrent of magic power, from which a simple and vigorous old vine is derived, entangled, entangled, integrated with each other, and changed into a dragon.

The nine fingers of the dragon claws are condensed from hard gold and stone, and the sharp claws are silver crystal-colored. The space is sharp and amazing. With a slight swallow, you can penetrate the thick space here.

The dragon's tail is still swaying in the sea, with the help of the infinite driving force of the sea, and then the nine-finger dragon claws are torn to the air, easily scratching the roof of the castle.

"Humph!" Ling Xiaotong snorted, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he still did not give up surrender. His face solemnly pointed to the figure of the four temple masters, and clearly spit out a word in his mouth: "Zhan!"

Outside the city, the invisible capital law in the boundary is manifested, which is an illusory chain of law. At this moment, it suddenly cracks, breaks a large area, and then degenes to the four central points and hits the incarnation of the four people.

Suddenly, the boundary shook, and the Lord of the fourth hall was much darker. The magic seal in his hand was unstable, and the divine flood was out of control. The dragon's nine fingers and claws were shattered by the high-altitude poker array in the city.

The gambling ghost city recovered the spirit child's body, but he could not suppress the injury in his body. He was bleeding, his face was pale, and his breath was low. He sat down like Feiyuntian and lost his combat effectiveness for a short time.

"Unstable boundary is a good opportunity! Mr. Xue is looking at you!"

Although the injured Fei Yuntian and Ling Xiaotong were weak, their eyes were brighter than ever before, staring at Xue Chen, who had just closed his eyes and was silent.

Through the cracks in the clothes, you can see the thick colorful fog surging, especially Xue Chen's chest. The faint thong-dong heartbeat sounded, and a taboo force awakened for the first time.

Although it is not clear what magic power this is, the two of them still believe in Xue Chen and pinned the hope of the final breakthrough on him.

This is the trust for no reason. It is the true love after the blood between brothers. It is one of the beauty of the world that makes gods and demons puzzled and the immortals and Buddhas yearn for.

Brush!

He opened his eyes, and the artistic conceptions such as the life and death disillusionment in his eyes were converged, restoring the previous quietness. The robe was automatic without wind, and the hunting sounded. The bells at his waist made a crisp sound, waking up the mind, and the whole person was like an undisputed and free immortal.

"Wait a minute, we will be safe." He nodded gently to Ling Shao and Fei Shao and answered with a smile. Naturally, he was not pretentious. That was a self-confidence that was integrated into his bones.

Then, his hands turned naturally, and his chest slowly protruded a seven-color wheel, shining brightly, interpreting all five elements, reversing the yin and yang, and tolerant of all methods.

This seems to be no different from the previous five-e elements divine wheel, but if you look carefully, you will find that on the wisp of magic texture, the spiritual brilliance is transformed into gold, which is the immortal golden divine brilliance, infinitely close to the virtual will of the king's cave.

"Four Lords, this is my strongest magic power. Please teach me!" Although Xue Chen's words were polite, his eyes were full of invincible thoughts, and he suddenly turned from a free immortal to an anti-war god.