Chapter 102 Is it still alive?

With Xue Hao's ultimate punch, this space was completely shrouded in that strange fog, surging violently, as unstoppable as a flood.

From the moment he punched, he had already expected that there would be unimaginable changes next, and failure was doomed!

But there is no way. He can only gamble and be in a dilemma. If the boundary is not broken, it will be difficult to get the dragon egg. If the dragon egg cannot be obtained, a series of changes will occur. There are still many lives waiting for him to return, and there are still many people who need to be rescued!

There are some things, even if it has been expected for a long time, but what to do, what to do!

Because there is no absolute world, nothing is difficult to tell until the last moment, and the calculation in the mind really can't prove anything. At this time, it is the question of whether you do it or not, and whether you dare to do it.

Of course, after failure, it is a pity, but there is no regret.

Outside the fog, the piglet looked at all this in a blank way. Somewhere, the Purple Dragon King, who was also hidden in the dark, also loomed.

"Bastard..." No matter how Nangong Xianer struggled and screamed, it was still useless. Even at this moment, she was shocked to find that her cultivation had disappeared, like an ordinary person, and there was no resistance here.

How could she not know what the next consequences would be? When she took a look at the hot eyes that kept turning red in the depths of the red fog, she understood everything.

Xue Hao failed to break through the boundary and involved her. She did not expect this kind of thing. Even if she had expected it before, she was confident that she still had a chance to escape.

In fact, her idea is to take advantage of Xue Hao. If the other party fails, she will save her if reality allows, but if this situation will also put herself in danger, then it is absolutely impossible to take action.

After all, she came here with Xue Hao for the Dragon King.

But nowadays, not only the possibilities and countermeasures previously thought of are difficult to use, but they are even in a big crisis.

"Wo!"

suddenly!

All the bloodlines have completely disappeared at this moment...

And Nangong Xianer also struggled to exert all kinds of magical powers, but it was still useless. She could only be dragged into the depths by the bloody lines in the red fog...

I don't know how long it has been. In this process, the two of them couldn't see it. On the nine stone pillars, the nine dragon eggs glowed by themselves, and there were signs of breaking.

"I want to eat dragon eggs..." The little pig is still writing these words tirelessly, and from time to time * the dragon saint above his head.

Time passed slowly, and in the red fog, the breath gradually calmed down, and everything gradually became weak.

But this fire is obviously not over yet, and the next is a crazier moment.

With the disappearance of the last trace of reason, Xue Hao and Nangong Xianer have been completely controlled by the invisible fire and lost themselves.

Time is slowly lost. This space rarely calms down, but the little pig has been talking tirelessly and writing on the ground.

Xue Hao did not know that at this moment, an extreme power of Yuanyin was constantly transmitted into his body through Nangong Xianer, and finally turned into endless power, making his cultivation unconsciously break through like a flood.

Eleventh Floor of Qi Practice! Not the end!

Twelve layers of Qi practice! Not really!

The thirteenth level of Qi practice is a great success!

Ordinary people need to exhaust countless time and hard practice to reach such a state, but at this moment, Xue Hao, only a few columns of incense, has soared several layers in a row. If this spreads, it will definitely make people jealous and frightening!

But Xue Hao did not know that there was a furnace tripod in the practice world, especially the best furnace tripod like Nangong Xianer, which is not only profound in cultivation, but also outstanding in all aspects, which can make Xue Hao break through several small realms during the training period.

If someone in the outside world knows the cause and effect of the whole thing, they will inevitably feel that this is not a strange thing. In a sense, this can also be regarded as a kind of creation that others can't envy.

Of course, this creation is not Xue Hao alone, but relative to each other.

Although the whole breakthrough process is natural, it is the result that Xue Hao is unwilling to break through in this way. If he can choose, he will not do so, but the reality is cruel. He just can't help it!

He is weird about such a boundary...

Even at this moment, he has the ability to build a foundation, but he can't feel these, and Nangong Xianer has also received great benefits. Her body has been developed and become more perfect. Her cultivation has also broken through to the middle of foundation, but both of them are still unaware of it and are still immersed in such a world.

The red fog gradually dissipated, but the figures of the two were no longer, shrouded in a layer of light cocoon and could no longer be seen, but the sound from inside resounded through the whole space.

In the void, there was only the light cocoon left, motionless, as if everything was still.

"Wow!"

At the mouth of the cave, the pig's eyes lit up, and his body turned into a shadow and disappeared in place. When it appeared, it was already in space.

Its target is those dragon eggs that have not yet broken out of the shell, especially the most central dragon emperor egg, which is born with extraordinary spirituality. I have a premonition that this may be a good opportunity!

Because with the outbreak of Xue Hao and Nangong Xianer, the boundary here was broken without attack, but at the moment of stepping in, it once again rolled back to the mouth of the cave.

"Wow!" The little pig waved its hooves angrily, but he no longer dared to take half a step forward and completely dispelled such an idea.

The Purple Dragon King has been hiding, looking for opportunities. At this moment, the purple light flashed, and it also appeared at the mouth of the cave. Taking advantage of this stall, he grabbed the pig's head with the holy tree, turned into a shadow and disappeared in place.

This dragon king was born first and born independently, which does not mean that it is very weak. On the contrary, in a sense, its spirituality is extraordinary, which is no less than a piglet born for a long time.

Everything seemed to be very fast. Before and after the pig was taken away from the dragon tree, in fact, the Purple Dragon King had already calculated everything and had no chance for the pig to take it back.

Of course, this does not mean that the piglet is weaker, but just because he was in a trance and was won by the cunning Purple Dragon King!

"Wow..." The little pig was angry, and even the roar became different. With a wave of its hooves, the white light flashed, and disappeared directly from the mouth of the cave to chase the Purple Dragon King!

But for it, it is obviously difficult to regain the dragon sacred tree this time. The Purple Dragon King has learned a lesson and will never be easily fooled by the pig again.

And its talent is invisible. Although its strength is not as good as that of a pig at birth, it has such a life-saving power. As long as the piglet fights head-on, it can completely prevail!

"Wh!"

The white light flashed, and the remnants of the pig could be seen everywhere. The roar of the two little beasts resounded through the space, and the red light cocoon gradually calmed down, but it did not break.

Maybe, at the moment of breaking, Xue Hao and Nangong Xianer will have unparalleled changes.

I don't know when this change will come, but in terms of time, the sooner the better, because the outside world, the current situation has become more and worse.

......

"Kill!" On the square of Longyang Palace, Shangguan Jianmo can no longer remember how many mouthfuls of blood he sprayed. His palms are already trembling, but the iron sword is still buzzing!

He, a soul seeker, has survived to the extreme. It is not that he is not strong, but that he lacks time and has not been practicing for a long time. Both the war experience and the overall strength are far short. With his strength in the early stage of foundation, the spirit seekers in the late stage of the war have exceeded countless rounds, which is already a glorious result.

If it is an ordinary foundation-building later stage, Shangguan Jianmo may not suffer such serious injury now, but the opponent also has terrible means. The magic is amazing, and the magic is also unpredictable. The strength of the spirit seeker is definitely above everyone on the scene!

The spirit seeker came in the void with a cruel smile. He was also seriously injured. He was not good at all against such a terrible young master. Several times he avoided it with his old experience and strong strength. Now, Shangguan Sword Demon has completely fallen behind.

However, the Shangguan sword demon never said anything, and the cold light in his eyes was still very strong. The iron sword was still in his hand, and he could still fight!

"Kill!" He spit out such a word again, rushing to the spirit seeker fearlessly, which is the embodiment of his strong will. In his dictionary, there is no such word. He is strong by him, the iron sword has not yet broken, and he still has the ability to fight!

This is the Shangguan Sword Demon!

This is not the only battle. The Longyuan Pavilion Alliance has been retreating. Now, together, there are no more than 500 people left!

And there are less than a thousand dragon city monks!

Xie Biao, Cangyun, Wang Tao and Fang Yang are still alive, and they can still insist that they are still fighting hard with each other's foundation monks, but at this moment, the despair in their hearts is unprecedented.

That hope is about to be wiped out!

"Purple gas comes from the east!" Fang Yang is no longer as elegant as ever. The wind and clouds are light. Every time he takes action, he is like licking blood with a knife, and there is no leisure for a moment. In other words, there is no time to recover. This is a painful blow to anyone. The injuries on his body continue to worsen, and he has to fight stronger and more than himself. Many people, but they can't get the corresponding supplement.

This is an obvious disadvantage. If he relies on his own strength alone, he can't rejuvenate a stronger strength than usual. Therefore, there is also a will to support it.

Sometimes, when people's will is reflected and their potential is stimulated, which will bring shocking and fearful strength. You don't know when your opponent in front of you will last, and how much strength has not yet been used.

If it hadn't been for the large number of monks in Longcheng, which obviously occupied an unparalleled advantage. In the face of strong-willed opponents such as Fangyang and Shangguan Jianmo, they would definitely choose to retreat, which is really a scary thing.

Just like this moment, Fang Yang's whole body was injured, especially his left shoulder, which was picked out by magic power, but under the bag of five early foundation monks, regardless of their attacks, he performed a secret method of purple gas from the east, which was many times stronger than usual, and strongly killed one person.

Others were afraid of such strength and were immediately stunned. They had the opportunity to give a painful blow to Fang Yang, who was seriously injured and weak, but they hesitated.

It was this hesitation that made Fang Yang once again avoid the danger of being caught and rushed into another battlefield.

To some extent, this is the essential difference between the strong and the weak. Only such a person can truly be called a hero. Often with superficial strength, it is not absolutely everything.

In addition to Fangyang, such a scene is the most experienced by Shangguan sword demons. This is a strong master with a strong personality and an iron sword in his hand. Judging from this battle, the future is indeed unlimited.

"Puff!"

"Uh..."

Such a sound is happening all the time. Some people have fallen quietly without even having time to scream. Some people even didn't understand who killed them until they died. The scene was extremely chaotic.

Most of the blood on all people is not their own, but mixed with countless people. In this war, even if someone retreats and pretends to be dead, it is absolutely impossible, because this is a duel between magical spells and magic weapons between monks. If the opponent is killed, it is quite decisive and there is no reason. Bones will be left. Even if someone is killed in good condition and the body is preserved, there will inevitably be spells to blow up the body directly!

The battle between monks is so cruel and direct, which makes people cold from head to toe. The greater the so-called interests, the stronger the two sides of the battle, and the greater the consequences and degree of death.

Seven days have passed, and countless people have fallen. They have seen their companions die weakly one by one, but they are unable to save them. They don't know whether this insistence is meaningful!

Are Xue Hao and Nangong Xianer still alive? If they are alive, why don't they appear?

From time to time, everyone looks in a direction that has been extremely calm. Their eyes are full of complexity, some people are desperate, some people expect, and some people firmly believe...

"Kill!" Blood and bones are all over the sky, and they can't despair, because that means that they don't believe in hope, so the only thing that greets them is death.