Chapter 772, the sense of being alive, limited-time battle

"Wow..."

Sweat and blood dripped together. The heavy breathing brought the pain of tearing of the lungs and organs, and stroked the scattered wet hair on his forehead. At this moment, Zhu Peng was lying in a piece of blood-and-dry mud. He only felt that all the bones and muscles around him were groaning and painful, but... brought an incomparable: "Living Real feeling."

"Don't be afraid of pain, because pain can at least remind you that you are still alive. "pain" itself is a protective mechanism for the survival of life..."

Little by little, he got up and pulled up an unknown Taoist beside him. Zhu Peng smiled and whispered.

Staring into the distance, the fierce battle over there is still continuing, but this battle is unexpectedly tragic and long. The demon king of heaven is so powerful as the Jindanjing strong as that it involves time and space, life and death, yin and yang and other original fields, directly drags all the practitioners in the territory of the devil into the mud of the bitter battle.

Zhu Peng's swordsmanship is terrible, and his sword meaning is even more fierce and frightening.

When fighting vertically and horizontally, the body and sword turned into an almost invincible and unbreakable fierce sword net. Under the tearing and cut, it was like a whirlwind that brought great energy loss to the three-headed and six-armed demon king, and physical injuries.

The blood suit, red-haired red pupils and even the eyebrows are dark red. The old Taoist of the demon gate also directly exerts the magic method. The burning of the blood light is shrouded in the sea and burning the yuan. With the power of one person, even the whole "blue blood storm killing array" is fixed. Where its blood light is shrouded, all the true elements of the blood system seem to be heated to a thousand degrees. It gasified at high speed and burned fiercely, but even so, the initial blue-blooded storm killing array still took the lives of more than a dozen practitioners.

Except for Murong Fu, who is hidden and unwilling to take action directly, none of the practitioners on the scene are in the real world of Jindan, and even not everyone is in a virtual world. There are many empty spaces, and there are even one or two skillful foundation-building monks fooling around.

The shrimp is looking for food on the shark's hunting ground. Although it is extremely dangerous, a little meat foam is exposed in the shark's mouth, which is enough for them to have a full meal. It is the same in ancient and modern times.

Unfortunately, today's few monks who want to seek wealth in danger are unlucky. They encounter the super bloody drama of giant whales swallowing sharks. In the battle of blue-blooded and crazy waves, not to mention building a foundation, there are many air-off practitioners. At this juncture, even the most compassionate practitioners will not protect them and protect them for a while. For a lifetime, when the low-level practitioners were circled into this demon realm, they were doomed to a mortal end.

A fierce battle to the extreme lasted for nearly three days and three nights in the demon realm of Dutian. The whole Xingqing blood sea was boiled up by the magic road burning Yuanshenguang method. If so, many practitioners even want to kill another three or five months in the wheel battle, which can minimize death and injury and increase the chance of winning.

It's just: "Bum."

The wooden cards on the waist of all the Yipin Naxian contestants exploded directly, which means that their connection with the normal human world has been removed. At the same time, a few practitioners who are proficient in the way of space change look around one by one.

"What's the matter?"

Li Qinglu pulled one side of Zhu Peng's sleeve with both her hands and asked anxiously. Although she was not very clear, she could also feel the strange and ferocious power fluctuation in the surrounding space after the wooden card exploded at her waist.

"The whole demon realm, Xingqing Fantasy City is gradually collapsing and shrinking. At the current speed, in up to seven days, the whole demon realm will completely heal and disappear. At that time, there will be two results:

One is that at the end of Na Xian, we were teleported out of the demon realm.

The second is that we people die with the bridging of the whole magic space... According to the pattern of these two days, I prefer the second possibility.

Li Qinglu was almost scared to death. Zhu Peng was not surprised by this point. He had long seen that she was a lady who had not gone through a big deal. When she encountered the danger of life and death, she was afraid she would only scream loudly and die obediently.

Zhu Peng is more and more curious about the teacher who can turn this kind of goods into a virtual world.

The rapid collapse of space forced all the practitioners in the demon realm to die in a backwater battle. This may be the true intention of the Xixia Party:

"They are really eager for talents and do not hesitate to spend a lot of money, but they really don't care about the death of foreign monks, and the best person who can survive in the end can be the word "first grade"."

After three days of fierce battle...

Zhu Peng helped a seriously injured Taoist to get up. At this moment, the practitioners in the field are dead, those who are not good at cultivation, those who are not good at strength are dead, and even those who are not good luck are also one-third dead, and there are many seriously injured.

And the three-headed and six-armed Dutian Demon King was also oppressed to the extreme. Its almost endless magic element seems to be gradually unable to make ends meet. Although the offensive is still fierce and fierce, it can be seen from its slower and slower self-healing speed that at this moment, it is also tired and far from showing. That's so powerful.

Three heads and six arms, among which the old man's head was just bombarded by the thunder master of Taoism. The head of the beautiful woman on the left was penetrated through the eyebrows by Zhu Peng with a sword. The yin of the sword poured into his brain. At the beginning, it almost exploded like a ripe watermelon. The gray and blood splashed, and the remnants were burned by the vigorous purple fire. After three days of repair, it has gradually returned to its original shape.

However, there is still a faint purple fire in the middle of the woman's eyebrows, and this dim purple fire is not extinguished. The woman's head is full of vitality and can't exert any combat power. In these three days, it has brought countless conveniences to the practitioners to bombard and defend.

Zhu Peng, who only made such a record, also attracted too much hatred. He was kept being caught and locked by the Dutian Demon King and did not give him the opportunity to make any more achievements.

On its muscular six arms, there were originally six magic treasures, magic knives, black lotus, copper hammers, evil swords...

Now four of the six magic treasures have been blown up, and half of the six arms have been cut off. The practitioners do not give their opponents a chance like the devil. As long as it has the intention to repair, it will interfere with the strangulation halfway. At this time, the two sides finally lost both sides and are exhausted. The last group of strong practitioners with combat power slowly left. Out, one by one, the bullet jacket brushed the dust, and his face was relaxed or dignified, but none of them showed fear and retreated half a step - and there was no retreat.

"It seems that because of our battle, or for other reasons, the space collapse speed of the whole demon realm is gradually accelerating, and in less than ten hours, the whole demon realm will be completely destroyed... Before that, kill it."

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