Chapter 1167 The golden fairy enters the illusion, the iron blood changes

"Bow!"

"Puff!"

Two shocking explosions resounded between heaven and earth one after another.

When he first said it, it was the mixed hammer that hit Zhong Yuan. At that time, Zhong Yuan's body completely disintegrated and turned into a blood mist all over the sky.

And the next sound came from a Jin Xianzhenjun like a black-robed monk.

Because of the strange intersection between the mixed hammer and the magic sword of the Xuantian Emperor, even a peerless figure like a black-robed monk, he could not have time to adapt to the change. Therefore, the Xuantian Emperor's magic sword was really solid, without any water. It chopped on the black-robed monk's body and was forced. From his left shoulder to the root of his right leg, he was cut open and cut open a big gap, with a large amount of blood, like a fountain.

If not, he twisted his head abruptly at the moment when the sword light was about to appear. I'm afraid that his head would be broken into a ladle on the spot.

Since he was assigned to serve by Di Jie, he has not remembered how long he has not suffered any harm. At this time, he was suddenly hit so hard that he couldn't help but let out a miserable howling.

However, after all, the black-robed monk was once a figure who rolled out in the endless bloody storm. In an instant, he closed his mouth, and then urged the transfer of skills and condensed the wound.

At that time, the wind and clouds rolled in all directions, and the endless dark vitality was like a vast ocean, surging from all directions. His wound was being healed immediately at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dare to use such desperate means. Fight with me. Obviously, there is another way to save your life, and it is impossible to die like this!"

The monk in black robe, in an instant, figured out the situation. However, after he figured it out, his heart became even more angry. Because he, such a noble Jinxian Zhenjun, who stood at the top level of the world, was actually injured in the hand of a fairy. Moreover, he was seriously injured.

In a flash of vision, the black-robed monk saw the blood fog in the distant sky. In the blood fog, there is a pearl the size of a pigeon egg. It is blooming slightly with a bright light.

It was the slight light that made the empty blood fog not disperse, but always lingered within a few feet.

"What is this, the blood rebirth method? Do you think that if you have this card, you can fight with your life and kill me, a golden fairy? What a joke. Today, I'll let you die without a burial place!"

Between words. The black-robed monk had a big hand, and the airflow in the palm of his hand rotated slightly, and the three holy bells condensed out again. However, he did not push it out completely, but turned his mind and stimulated a magical spirit above - Extinction Light!

Extinction of divine light, as the name implies, is to let everything return to nothingness. It needs to be used by black-robed monks. It is his characteristic.

However, just as the extinct light shot out, abruptly, six doors rose up beside him. There are six characters written on it: life, death, obscurity, light, illusion and destruction.

The divine light of extinction he emitted is a distortion in the void. Then he threw himself into the door of extinction and completely disappeared.

"Life and death are obscure and disillusioned, isn't this the two ** dust arrays of Zixu Xianfu? I heard that he fell into the hands of a Nantian Emperor named Zhong Yuan. How could he be here? Could it be that he killed Zhong Yuan, or..."

Deeper, the black-robed monks didn't even dare to guess, because the information contained in it was too terrible.

Not far away, the blood mist after the collapse is still motionless, as if it were dormant. However, at this moment, the black-robed monk no longer has the idea of killing him. Now he has only one thought in his mind, that is, to rush out and stay away from the dust.

The dust array itself is not terrible, because the array also needs to be dominated by people. If people are too bad, no matter how good the array is, it is just a wedding dress for others. The terrible thing is that it is so dignified. This shows that a little bit, with full certainty, keep it, and there will be no news from outside.

At this time, the black-robed monk did not care about his injury, and urged his strongest magic power, the mixed hammer, again. The sledgehammer reappeared, fiercely smashed the void in front of him.

However, he did not find it at this moment. Just as he urged the hybrid hammer, a bronze ancient mirror suddenly appeared on the magic word portal, swaying slightly.

"Kh-"

With an explosion, the void cracked, and the six portals were shifted. At that time, the black-robed monk's body flashed and rushed out.

......

Void.

In the blood fog all over the sky, endless small and invisible particles are gently squirming, surging, some directly exploding, turning into nothingness, and some swelling more and more.

Almost, half a quarter of an hour passed, and suddenly, the pearl in the center of the blood fog was bright. At that time, in all directions, the endless blood fog returned to the nest like a suckling swallow, and the rivers gathered in the sea, and gathered towards the center one after another.

Soon, the endless blood mist condensed to the extreme and turned into a pool of blood, and then the blood continued to condense into a ball of flesh and blood. Between the squirming of flesh and blood, it quickly turned into the shape of Zhong Yuan.

However, at this moment, Zhong Yuan's shape seems to be somewhat blurred and not real enough.

At this time, Zhong Yuan's body trembled. After it exploded, the ten iron-blooded relics hidden in the immeasurable void suddenly appeared, bursting and untied, turning into a majestic torrent, hitting the limbs and bones. At that time, Zhong Yuan's figure became plump at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, soon, the power of ten iron-blooded relics was all taken away by Zhong Yuan's new body. At this moment, although Zhong Yuan's body was solid, his face was pale and still a little weak.

"Iron-blooded gas, I want iron-blooded gas!" At this moment, Zhong Yuan roared uncontrollably.

While roaring, Zhong Yuan's eyes looked at the black-robed monk who was laughing proudly in the dust array not far away.

"A golden fairy, the origin, should not be bad!"

Zhong Yuan said, and he crossed step by step to get to the black-robed monk. He ignored the madness of the black-robed monk, rotated his arm, and smashed it out with one punch.

"Bang--"

At that time, there was an earth-shaking noise, and the black-robed monk flew out backwards. Above the belly, there was a big hole with a thick bowl mouth, and blood sipped out.