Chapter 739, Giant Fox, Calling the Demon Dragon

The huge amount of real yuan surged like a tide. Zhu Peng didn't know what his opponent had done. Why did he suddenly improve his true yuan throughput, as if he had returned to the peak state in a short time.

All he knew was that Le Hou was very difficult to deal with at this time, more than three or five times more difficult than just now.

There are too many secret methods, elixirs and treasures in the fairy world. Many of them can achieve the immediate effect. When they meet them, it is useless to complain and even cry. They can only stand up their bones to face them.

Le Hou's eyes were red at this time, and the yin and yang true vitality soared to the point that it even overflowed from his body under the effect of the power of the elixir, forming a huge real ball crushing it towards Zhu Peng. The grandeur and domineering was appalling. In the face of this kind of purest power, Zhu Peng's "sky killing" sword intention was not resolved. Maybe.

Force and ingenuity, qi and skill, these are relatively restrained, just like extinguishing the fire with water. If the fire exceeds the limit of water extinguishing, it is not extinguishing the fire with water...

In the face of the sudden recovery and even increased happiness at this time, Zhu Peng frowned tightly. If there is still half or even one-third of the true element in his body in the normal state at this time, and if there is a really usable sword in his hand, he dares to fight with the sword meaning of "God kills" and happiness. The victory or death is not known, but he didn't.

"Alas, I didn't want to do this, and I don't know if I rely on you or not. Bai Ling, take action."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhu Peng's waist was full of inspiration, and countless magnetic sand and iron spewed out in a whirlpool, while Zhu Peng himself scattered the real yuan, and the whole person fell down freely.

He closed his eyes slightly and took a look at Zhenyuan to control the injury in his body. This battle was too fierce and fierce. I'm afraid it will take decades of adjustment and warmth in the future.

At this time, the seemingly thin young man did not fall alone for a long time, but for a moment, Zhu Peng's body had been gently embraced into a warm embrace. Zhu Peng opened his eyes slightly, and his red crystal-like eyes blurred to see Bai Ling's silver clothes, which was as pure as the purest whitest and clean as the peaks on a snowy mountain. Xuelian, just looking at it, makes people feel a sense of peace and ease.

Bai Ling hugged Zhu Peng's broken body into his arms, completely ignoring his blood staining his gorgeous clothes, but she gently hugged Zhu Peng, but when she sat down, there were countless iron sand whirlpools converging and turned into a huge iron sand giant fox.

The fox's nine tails attracted the aura all over the sky roaring like a tsunami, which could withstand the black and white giant ball of yin and yang that was pressed down.

Although the nine iron sand giant tails are hard against the yin and yang balls, making the nine giant tails crumble, both Zhu Peng and Bai Ling clearly know that the opponent in front of him is already the end of the crossbow. If he can effectively control Zhenyuan, he will never use this most difficult and thankless way of fighting, as long as a little bit Zhi, Lehou is not qualified to continue to fight at all.

Otherwise, when the blood soul and Huashan Jianxiu come back, he may be the first weak man to die in the hands of the foundation-building and refining monks in hundreds of years. How aggrieved.

"I am your magic weapon, just like the sword in your hand. If you use it, I am also dependent. It can only be said that you have begun to be paranoid... What's more, I will be by your side no matter whether I live or die, that is, what about dependence?"

Bai Ling let Zhu Peng's headrest lean in her arms. Although the magic giant fox transformed by the iron sand magnetic evil was unsupported, she didn't look at it more. After thousands of people's blood sacrifice, she already has a considerable strength. It may be reluctant to shake a complete state, but she has to kill one. Jing is a virtual monk at the end of a strong crossbow, but there may not be no room for operation.

Looking at the yin and yang ball getting closer and closer, the cold murderous intention flashed in Bai Ling's eyes, who had been gentle since her appearance. She was originally a big demon of the earth star in the world, but was later sealed into the Shura gourd by Zhu Peng. Because she had been getting along with each other for many years, she gradually fell in love with Zhu Peng, but in front of Zhu Peng, she was a black. Her hair is like ink, and the beautiful girl with a jade skin and silver skirt is beautiful. For others in the world, she is still a resident demon star who maintains the essence of the big demon.

Seeing that Lehou was so noisy and pestering, Bai Ling's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the beastly fierce eyes inside loomed.

Her originally pure black long straight hair gradually turned a little blood. The black and white yin and yang ball was getting closer and closer, and Bai Ling's right hand gradually leaned behind her, coaggloomy bloody claws. She didn't want Zhu Peng to see her beastly part, even if she knew that Zhu Peng had always had a strange taste, but She still doesn't like her animalized state to be seen unnecessarily by Zhu Peng.

At this time, there was already a sword light flying faintly in the sky. Obviously, the blood soul and Huashan Jianxiu began to help here after solving Songshan Jianxiu. Whether for the blood soul or Huashan, Zhu Peng could not die.

As soon as Zhu Peng dies, everything will be in the air. It is a loss that can't make up for how many enemies can be killed. As soon as Zhu Peng dies, the Blood Soul Pavilion will collapse in an instant, and the power will also fall. Although there is a Zhu Yun who is also empty space to support it, but clear-sighted people can see that whether it is personal cultivation or management ability, although Zhu Yun However, it is excellent, but compared with Zhu Peng, there is still a considerable gap.

Moreover, as soon as Zhu Peng died, the combination of Blood Soul and Huashan Sword Sect was immediately put on hold. The result was probably more serious than the death of 3,000 blood soul disciples. Three thousand blood soul disciples died. As long as Zhu Peng was still alive, the relationship between Huashan Sword Sect and the Blood Soul Pavilion was not broken. As soon as Zhu Peng died, the blood soul three thousand disciples What about joining Huashan Jianzong?

The vigilance and resistance of the Blood Soul Pavilion to the head of Huashan Mountain may be unprecedentedly higher than Zuo Lengchan.

All these things, the two leading teams know in their hearts, so at this moment, they are driving their subordinates to rush, but they are sincere and wholehearted rescue.

Looking at the approaching flashing sword light in the sky, Zhu Peng sighed gently. He suddenly blocked the blood claws that Bai Ling was about to grab. The disciples of the Blood Soul Pavilion didn't matter, but in front of the disciples of Huashan Sword Sect, Chi Guoguo's evil magic that sacrificed countless lives condensed, and it felt a little face to face.

"In the end, it's more appropriate for me to take action." As he spoke, Zhu Peng straightened up with some difficulty.

Looking at Zhu Peng, who was so persistent, Bailington was anxious. "Be careful of your body. For me, nothing is more important than you."

"Don't have to kill the other party. There is still the power to block it..." Such words comforted the beautiful girl beside him. Zhu Peng controlled the printing formula with both hands. Although he was seriously injured, his technique was still flexible and fast.

He didn't use any Zhenyuan at all. At this moment, the meridians in his body are already a mess. If he continues to run Zhenyuan, it's okay. After the rotation and internal breath is slightly warmed, if it is ** the Zhenyuan vein, it is tantamount to injury. Therefore, Zhu Peng did not intend to continue to urge Zhen Yuanli from the beginning.

"The evil dragon king of the seven prisons, if I visualise, the secret method is free and quiet, so-called all evil ways, all evil methods, all evil hearts, if I hear..."

With the recitation of the scriptures of "The Thoughts of the Evil Dragon King in Seven Prisons", Zhu Peng's hand formula is also changing. Finally, he formed an unusually tangled and strange two-handed formula. When his fingers changed, Bai Ling seemed to faintly see a gorgeous seven evil dragon roaring at the sky, and his heart seemed to suddenly explode. The thunderous dragon roared, and a strange and evil idea began to hit Bai Ling's mind...

Shinto and Immortal Path, these two avenues coexist in countless eras, stationed in Yongchang.

Countless Taoisms that were once powerful or prosperous were destroyed and became clouds in the long river of countless eras. Only these two paths are immortal in parallel. There is no need to say more about the strength of immortality. People stand on the top of the peak, lonely and strong.

The power of Shinto is also distinctive and powerful.

Zhu Peng is the extraterritorial seventy-two pillar heaven demon god, the leader of the right wing under the command of the ancient ancestor dragon, the middle third pillar heaven demon god, and the earth star high priest of the evil eye three-ey prison dragon king. Although he has never had a "firm belief", he can still rely on this identity and borrow a considerable amount of exotic divine power. After all, if he, the earth star high priest, is dead, the evil-eyed three-eyed prison dragon king, Zhu Peng, the ancestor of the demon god outside the domain, will also be blind.

What's more, Zhu Peng doesn't believe him. The high priest should do the work, but Zhu Peng has done a lot of work.

At this time, the earth star, the belief of the three-eyed prison dragon king of the evil eye has become a system, and it has begun to take the southern blood soul pavilion as the core, and spread the faith radially on all sides. Every year, the faith power provided to the outside world has been quite a lot. If the prison dragon king treats Zhu Peng no more thinly, it will seem to be out of the way. He has been blind for countless years. . Gods are also pragmatic. If they don't know how to change their minds, it is often difficult to achieve themselves.

It's just that Zhu Peng has always consciously used less Shinto, afraid that he will have some dependence on such convenient means, but at this moment, he can't care much. It's better than the white spirit on his side to expose the ferocious demons in front of countless Huashan swordsmen.

The hand formula was used, and the divine power echoed. The heavenly soldiers in the Blood Soul Pavilion thousands of miles away: the statue of the Seven Prison Evil Dragon King suddenly burst out with endless brilliance. The divine power accumulated for many years echoed this rare call and surging. Directly through the void of thousands of miles, a huge shadow of seven demon dragons was faintly formed behind Zhu Peng.

This is one of the places where the power of Shinto deceives people. Many magics simply ignore the basic operation rules of the world, just like playing games, making normal monks feel at a loss.

All the blood souls and Huashan Jianxiu suddenly paused. At this time, they only felt that Zhu Peng leaned on the demon dragon and sat on the nine-tailed giant fox, and the momentum emanated was as strong as a prison. This state needs to be saved by others?

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