Chapter 48 Battle of the Spiritual Realm

"Old man, you are looking for death. You don't drink wine. Do you really think I can't kill you?" Qingyuan suddenly soared into the air, and his body was filled with a terrible poisonous fog. The strong and majestic momentum made Mu Chen sweat coldly. This was the first time he saw the battle between two masters in the spiritual realm. Mu Chen can only look up at this level and can't be surpassed at all. Although the situation is not good, he still has some expectations for such a battle.

I saw the continuous rotating fog around Qingyuan. The rotating fog continued to accelerate, and the fog continued to increase. Finally, it suddenly burst. The originally spinning fog turned into hundreds of black energy needles and flew to the old man opposite.

The latter frowned and carefully controlled the energy scattered around him. The black energy needle was very fast. When it flew not far from the old man, the air around it suddenly shook. There was no gorgeous confrontation or dense defense. Hundreds of energy needles suddenly turned into a thick smoke and scattered in the void. Medium.

Seeing this, Qingyuan's face did not change. Suddenly, he stirred up countless gray-black airflows under his feet and flew to the old man. His speed soared and rushed to the old man.

At the same time, the skin on the surface of Qingyuan's right arm suddenly changed drastically, and the color gradually darken. Countless fine granular gray acne continued to produce on the arm, and the acne constantly oozed transparent ** with foam. Unlike water, it is more like an oil that wraps the whole arm.

After seeing this change, the old man's calm face suddenly became gloomy, and the true qi of his whole body gushed out desperately. His old hands trembled and carefully controlled every trace of true qi. Obviously, the control of such a large amount of true qi was very reluctant, and even the dense wrinkles on his face shook inadvertently.

Seeing this, Qingyuan's expression, which had always been unconcerned, suddenly turned pale and he couldn't help shouting, "Undead, you can control such a large amount of true qi. Your soul power is not qualified enough. Is it really like burying your life here..."

The patriarch of the spirit clan did not pay attention to Qingyuan's words at all, and he did not have the energy to pay attention to it. The true qi gushed out of the silky flowed into his hands, because the density of the true qi was too large, and it had reached the point that it was visible to the naked eye.

The spherical true qi in the old hand gradually became oval, the oval surface became more and more gorgeous, and the energy wrapped in it became quieter and quieter, while the old man's hands kept changing various gestures around the oval energy ball.

"After my arm becomes a prototype, your trick no longer works. You have to wait for death in front of absolute power." Qingyuan looked at the energy ball in the old man's hands and said, and the skin on the surface of the arm wrapped in sticky ** twisted extremely violently, and more disgusting ** kept flowing out.

Just when Qingyuan was more than ten meters away from the old man, the oval energy ball in the old man's hand suddenly cracked like a huge bird egg, and the dazzling light continued to spread around, and the energy inside suddenly became turbulent.

The ellipse in the old man's hand kept breaking, and finally, a transparent big bird flew out of it, with one-long wings, and the sound of an eagle that cut through the sky echoed throughout the Dora Mountains, as if the sound could tear the sky, penetrate the depths of the earth and break people's hearts.

Mu Chen, the lark and Tali below couldn't help covering their ears. It was really unbearable to the sound that was enough to hurt their hearts.

The wings of the transparent giant eagle unfolded in an instant and inadvertently cut the old hands. The crimson blood sprinkled all over the sky with the giant eagle flying out. The old man's face was not because of the pain of being cut off his hands, but more like a hanging heart suddenly fell down and sighed. Obviously, such a move was right. This old man is really a little difficult to control.

Qingyuan couldn't help panicking when he saw the giant eagle. The whole palm instantly turned into an arm-like color, the same disgusting gray acne, and the same thick and disgusting transparent oily with foam**.

The transparent huge giant eagle flew straight to Qingyuan, whose face became more and more ugly. Even if he had not touched the giant eagle condensed from true qi on the opposite side, the huge wings put a strong true qi pressure around him. This pressure made Qingyuan feel stuffy in his chest and even unable to breathe.

The hair of Qingyuan was blown everywhere, his eyes turned red, and his wrinkled face showed the solemnity he had never had before. Countless gray true qi burst out on his right arm, and then quickly flowed into the transparent ** in his arm. The oily ** greedily absorbed the poisonous true qi, and the color gradually darkened, the most After that, it turned completely black.

Finally, the giant eagle flew in front of Qingyuan, whose right arm full of black oil** suddenly grabbed the neck of the giant eagle. Qingyuan, who had been flying forward, retreated dozens of meters by the impact of the giant eagle.

Finally, under the strong obstruction of Qingyuan, the two stopped in the air. The giant eagle kept swinging its huge wings, and thousands of sharp blades cut to Qingyuan.

Qingyuan showed a strange arc at the corners of his mouth and sighed softly, "It's just an inanimate beast. Do you really think this thing can beat me?"

The palm with black grease suddenly exerted force, and the countless air blades that were about to be emitted suddenly dispersed and turned into a stream of smoke. Countless transparent sharp thorns suddenly appeared on the neck of the giant eagle with real gas, and blood kept flowing out of the air and falling on the ground.

Feeling the pain on his arm, Qingyuan's right arm poured into countless gray-black true qi, coupled with the terrible explosive power on his wrist, a desolate eagle sounded unwillingly resounded between heaven and earth.

Then, the whole transparent body burst in an instant, and the magnificent true qi in the body dispersed for a moment. Qingyuan suddenly waved his arm with black oil, and the powerful true airflow that was about to explode was dissipated, and the giant eagle that had just screamed completely disappeared into the void.

The right arm with black grease was full of blood, and countless mottled wounds kept flowing blood. Qingyuan, please raise this arm, licked the sticky substance mixed with oil and blood, his face was a little ferocious, and he raised his head slightly, and looked at the old man gasping for breath: "It's really good. It can hurt me to this extent, but the move just now must have used up all your strength, and now it's easier to kill you.

"I didn't expect that even this move could not deal with you, a monster. It's really unexpected." The patriarch of the Ling clan kept gasping, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be getting old for dozens of years.

"The famous move of your spiritual clan is really extraordinary, but how can I not know the weakness of this move?" Qingyuan laughed wildly and said, indeed, the famous moves of the spiritual clan in those years have long been famous all over the world. Qingyuan also has his own *. In addition, his strength is much stronger than the other party's wall. It is not surprising that he broke the old man's moves.

Qingyuan laughed and kept drifting to the old man. His conjecture was correct. Now the old man opposite has almost lost all his combat effectiveness and can only look at this terrible opponent.

Mu Chen, standing on the ground, took the lark's hand tightly. Through his purple eyes, everything in the battle was clearly seen by him. He was waiting for the last hope of life and Qingyuan's last fight with the spiritual patriarch. At that time, he would escape with the lark and escape from the Dora Mountains.

Qingyuan floated to the old man's side, and the gray-black airflow slowly flowed in the palm of his hand. At this moment, it was extremely quiet. He could even hear the sound of the breeze pushing the air through his ears, the sound of leaves falling to the ground, and the sound of everyone's breathing.

At this moment, a golden streamer suddenly shot at Qingyuan, who was preparing to kill. The latter panicked and hurriedly blocked the golden light and shadow. Because he didn't know who the other party was, he hurriedly flew back dozens of meters away.

And the golden streamer fell to the ground, and the light recedes. Mu Chen fixed his eyes. It was no one else, but Ling Xing, who also had the ancient magic spirit.

"Ling Xing, why are you here? Let's go. We're not that guy's opponent." In this case, Mu Chen couldn't care about anything else. He couldn't watch his best friend die here and roared hard.

"Don't be silly, Mu Chen. In this case, a person must die, and in the current form, I am the only one who can play this task." Ling Xing's face was full of perseverance. Mu Chen saw the unshakable determination in his eyes, but even so, he still couldn't let Ling Xing fight against Qingyuan.

"Senior, take Mu Chen and this little girl away quickly. I can resist this Qingyuan for a while." Ling Xing said to the spiritual patriarch in the sky, with a man's firm and unshakable determination in his tone.