Chapter 68 The Death of the Blood Devil
After this series of blows, the soul has long been broken, and the faint blood light on the surface has been worn out by the sharp Gengjin sword. Sha Wubei has long been dizzy and swollen under this collision. Suddenly, he felt the stormy attack pause, and immediately overjoyed and waved his hand, several The human-shaped puppet flew out of the ring and turned into a streamer and flew away. It was his unique secret phantom blood escape. There was a trace of the old demon on each puppet. As long as he could escape one, he could rely on a trace of distracted to practice again.
This Sha Wubei saw that today's things must be difficult to do well. He had a dying heart and released the life-saving phantom blood escape puppet. He was very sure that the old demon could cross the southern border for hundreds of years, and he was not an ordinary person, and his mind was also very firm. Now that you have made up your mind, you will roar and face the bodyguard fiercely to the huge sword. You release those puppets. You can escape thousands of miles away without a breath. There are no worries. At this time, why don't you work hard?
The tattered soul was hit by the Geng gold sword spirit, and it was divided into two halves like broken copper and iron. Previously, the raging spirit was almost destroyed under the attack of the bladeless sword. Only with the support of Sha Wubei's true mana support, it was not broken. At present, the old sand demon took the initiative to give up it, without the support of Zhenyuan mana. Is the soulless the opponent of the Geng Jinjian? The blood demon Zu Sha Wubei gave up this magic weapon and finally got a chance to breathe. His body flashed and left the attack range of Mo Congfeng.
Standing in the air, Sha Wu wanted to cry without tears. He didn't expect that he would fall into such a field. Almost all the magic weapons to protect his body were destroyed. The blood god, who was a killer, had no effect on the people in front of him, which made him be disheartened. Although he released a few rays of distracted, he didn't know how long it would be if he was reincarnated in the future. He Yue can cultivate to the present level. Thinking of this, he quickly waved his hand to Mo Lianfeng in the distance and begged for mercy: "Mo Daoyou, what happened today is my fault. For the sake of being deceived, is it okay to stop twice?"
It's ridiculous that this Sha Wubei is also a master of one side. The balone god and master actually said such words, which is quite different from the previous arrogance. This sharp contrast also made Mo Lianfeng stunned. He coldly glanced at a series of Fliling Sha Wubei. Seeing that his eyes turned straight, there was a trace of resentment from time to time. At that moment, he smiled coldly, "Those who offend my sect, kill without mercy!" After squeezing out these words from his teeth and throwing them to Sha Wubei, Mo Congfeng turned into a huge flying sword and stabbed the blood demon ancestor.
Different from the previous one, after being promoted to the yuan god, the original huge sword was much more solid, and the tip of the sword was simply like substance. Seeing that the rhetoric failed to succeed, Sha Wubei was also angry and rushed to the top of his head. The dog was anxious and had to jump over the wall, not to mention the master of my school, the monk in the realm of Yuanshen? Since you can't be good, let's just fight to the death.
The sand demon began to think desperately, waved his arms, and the brocade robe flew up with his arms, and rushed straight to the huge flying sword coming towards him. As soon as he stretched out his right hand, the ice crystal blue silk that was originally tied to his waist was held in his hand and turned into more than a thousand feet of rope tied to Mo Congfeng. Since the fire attack doesn't work for you, I will fight with you with this tens of thousands of years of mayfly ice silk.
Epist, live and die. However, there is a cold pool in the far north, which is not frozen for ten thousand years, but it is extremely cold. Even the magic weapon of the third grade is frozen and cracked into fragments for a moment. Unless there is a yang thing to protect the body, you can enter it. But the path of heaven is the most benevolent. Even in such a dead place, there is life. This ice crystal mayfly has a trace of the blood inheritance of the ancient turtle, so it is not as short as other species. Among them, the highly qualified person can live for tens of thousands of years, with a body length of nearly a hundred feet, and a breath of cold air has long been refined into ice crystal silk. It immediately froze. Even the monks in the Mahayana realm dare not easily provoke the ice crystal mayfly king. This sand does not know which sect to destroy. Only after taking other people's treasures can they get such a treasure. This mayfly ice silk is the best weapon to restrain the fire skill.
Seeing that Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan could not hurt Mo Minfeng, Sha Wubei took out the mayfly ice silk and sacrificed his life. The purple robe is no more than a protective magic weapon of about four grades. How can it stop the sharp sharp sword light? It shakes the bladeless sword, and the purple robe immediately falls into pieces in the air. Sooner or later, a long shiny blue rope rolled up across the air and wrapped Mo Congfeng's whole body. Mo Congfeng only felt a flower in front of him and was wrapped in this long rope. In a cold voice, the sword light outside him soared. He actually wanted to use the golden sword spirit to break the ten thousand years of mayfly ice crystal silk, but he did not expect that the ice crystal silk became longer and longer with the soaring of his sword light.
Mo Congfeng was shocked. The old demon crossed the southern border, and there were really a lot of rare treasures. The ice crystal silk was extraordinary. Unexpectedly, a trace of cold air penetrated into the Gengjin sword of intangible substances. The true yuan on his body also became slow under the invasion of this cold air, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. The blood demon Laozu Sha Wuyi saw that Mo Jingfeng was trapped by the ice crystal silk, and he was secretly happy. Although he also knew that it was impossible for the ice crystal silk to trap the strong sword in front of him, he could at least slow down, so that he could get out.
Just as the old devil was thinking about how to get out, his face suddenly changed. He clearly felt that all the life-saving puppets that had just been released had lost contact in an instant, and it must have been destroyed. Thinking that these puppets fled in all directions and were destroyed at the same time, Sha Wubei couldn't help sweating and looked around in surprise. At this time, the ice-blue silkworm cocoon wrapped in front of him suddenly shone brightly. A little light above the silkworm cocoon came out, and it turned into invisible in an instant. Under a long roar, Mo Jingfeng came out with his sword.
Mo Yuefeng held a sword behind his back, and the other hand stretched out. On the open palm was a transparent flame beating endlessly. At this time, a small flame flew from afar and threw it directly into the flame in Mo Yuefeng's hand, turning into one, and then several flying fires in Mo Xiufeng's hand. The flame rose even higher, and the corners of Sha Wubei's eyes also beat endlessly with the flame, and his eyes were full of fear. He never thought that there was such a strange fire in Mo Yufeng's hand.
Gan Ping, who held a heart for Mo Yuefeng below, was also relieved. These days, he also learned a lot of knowledge from Wu Yizi. He has recognized that the transparent flame in Mo Yuefeng's hand was the glazed Tian Nanming from the fire. This Mo Lianfeng and Wu Yizi are the first of the two peaks. How can there be no strange fire in their hands? Previously, Gan Ping learned that Mo Congfeng was the innate body of Jinxing, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Invisibly, the gold and fire are different. How did Mo Congfeng, the body of Jinxing become the fire control? Seeing this glazed Tiannanming Lihuo Ganping, you will understand that this Nanming Lihuo is the most precious treasure of the Buddhist sect that has been lost in ancient times. It is said that the magic of the Buddhist sect is the nemesis of all demons, but unfortunately it has been greatly changed and lost to the world.
I don't know what opportunity Mo Lianfeng is. He got this magic treasure. This Nanming fire is invisible and colorless. It can refine everything without entering the five elements, so it is the most suitable for Mo Jingfeng of the golden body. Looking at the boundless son beside him, Gan Ping saw that he took it for granted. He knew that Uncle Mo's strange fire must have been known to everyone for a long time, so when he was trapped, no one was anxious.
Just now, when the blood demon ancestor Sha Wubei quietly released those distracted puppets, Mo Minfeng had noticed it, but he did not stop it. He just separated several rays of Nanming's fire in his own body and attached it to those puppets. It was not until just now that he launched and burned it thousands of miles away. Seeing Sha Wubei's frightened expression, Mo Jiefeng did not answer. He waved his hand, and the transparent flame was attached to the Wufeng sword, with a burning flame. The Wufeng sword hit the blood demon ancestor like a thunder that kills demons. It's time to end everything.
Na Nanming Lihuo restrained all demons. The sand demon who practiced evil skills was also among them. He did not dare to touch a star at all. Even the refined magic weapon was burned to ashes by the flame in an instant, and dozens of magic treasures were destroyed under the fire of Nanming. Sha Wubei was already difficult to support, and it was the end of the crossbow. Looking at a flaw, Mo Lianfeng released the transparent flame and only trapped the sand without sadness. He took the opportunity to pierce his Dantian with a sword. The sword spirit had destroyed his Yuanying. The burning Nanming Lihuo swallowed a series of unbelievable sand in an instant and turned it into a handful of flying ashes. It was ridiculous that the old demon crossed the southern border. For hundreds of years, because of anger, he became arrogant and turned into flying ashes. He couldn't even do that reincarnation. Nearly a thousand years of cultivation turned into a bubble, achieving Mo Lianfeng's prestigious reputation.
He grabbed the storage ring floating in the air. Mo Yufeng turned around and flew to the uncontrollable ice crystal silk. Just now, under the burning of Nanming Lihuo, although this strange treasure was damaged, it was worthy of the treasure of heaven and earth. Most of it was still floating in the air. He casually put it in the ring and took out an elixir. Next, Mo Congfeng sat cross-legged in the air quietly to recover his physical strength. The person who cultivates the truth goes against the sky. Every time he reaches a certain level, he has to go through a natural disaster. Although it is far less than the terrible ascension disaster, he can't be neglected. At present, what Mo Congfeng is going to experience is the wind and thunder disaster when he first became distracted!