Chapter 184 Spiritual Bone

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Lingkudie and Xiao Heng's faces changed wildly, but Lingkudie is at least a heavenly mirror monk, and its reaction is naturally faster than Xiao Heng. Almost when Xiao Heng just held up the protective spiritual light, the withered butterfly had already sacrificed a white bone spiritual shield in front of them.

"Bang..." In a burst of sound, the bodies of Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie were instantly bombarded by the powerful force and flew out of the hall.

The old man slowly flew out with the white ** bone in his hand, looked at Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie and said with a smile, "It's good to be able to block my blow. Hey hey hey..." After the old man's words, his right hand was suddenly pinched, and a strong black gas surged out of his palm in an instant.

A long gun burning with gray-black flames gradually condensed in the hands of the old man.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng felt a chill in his heart and quickly called out the Venerable Heavenly Poison.

As soon as the Venerable Heavenly Poison felt the breath of the old man with his mind, he immediately exclaimed: "The remnant of the strong man in the Holy Land is in big trouble. Come on, take out all the spiritual weapons you don't need and blow yourself up.

Xiao Heng's face stiffened when he heard the words, but as soon as he saw the old man's movement of raising a gun, Xiao Heng crossed his heart, gritted his teeth, and took out the initial ghost flag that had been used for a long time, and the blood flying sword.

Although these spiritual weapons are useless to Xiao Heng, if you change the materials you need, you can still exchange a lot of them. However, in this situation, Xiao Heng is not the kind of mother-in-law. If you should give up, you have to give up immediately.

At this time, the old man's yin gas gun also condensed enough yin qi. Just as I wanted to shoot it at Xiao Heng and the withered butterfly, I suddenly saw two junior spiritual weapons bombard me.

"Hahaha, don't you understand the difference between us? A preliminary spiritual weapon? Hahaha..." Seeing this, the old man laughed wildly, stretched out his hand and held it, and held the sword in his hand.

Just as soon as he was about to break it, the fiery red runes suddenly appeared on the two spiritual weapons in his hand. A very unstable and dangerous breath also emanated on it.

The old man frowned and snorted coldly. His right hand still held the long gun burning with gray-black flame, but an extremely hot dark white flame was ignited on his left hand in an instant. The two extremely unstable spiritual weapons were wrapped and extinguished again. And those two spiritual weapons turned into molten iron at this moment.

Xiao Heng's face condensed when he saw this, and at this time, the withered butterfly also summoned a huge ghost head on top of his head. In the mouth of the ghost head, he was also constantly spitting green ghost fires. However, when it bombarded about three feet in front of the old man, he was shaken by the light around the old man.

The old man snorted coldly and raised the black long gun that was burning with a gray-black spiritual fire again.

Xiao Heng took a deep breath, and the white light in his hand flashed. The thunder magic bamboo appeared in Xiao Heng's hand.

Xiao Heng looked at the old man's movements, and his eyes surged wildly. The old man's body condensed five cyan sword lights in an instant, and a flash was cut on the protective light outside the old man's body.

The protective light shook and shook twice, but it was not cut open. Xiao Heng's face changed and displayed the "Traceless Heart Sword" again. The eyes flashed coldly again. The old man's body also kept appearing a rainbow-like sword light out of thin air, crazily cutting on the body protection light.

As soon as Ling Kudie saw the thunder magic bamboo in Xiao Heng's hand, she immediately understood something. After hesitating for a moment, Lingkudie looked firmly at the white ** bone suspended beside the old man.

The dead butterfly took a deep breath, and the breath gradually began to become horrible. Even some of the stones under his feet were gradually cracked at this time.

With a look, the dead butterfly suddenly snorted, and her face suddenly became paler. With one mouth, a blood arrow shot out like a meteor in his mouth, hitting the protective light outside the old man's body.

Then, the withered butterfly didn't look at it and spit out a mouthful of blood arrow again.

This time, the old man's body protection is no longer as strong as before. The blood arrow was like a broken bamboo. In a flash, it defeated the old man's protective light that blocked a lot of terrorist attacks, and hit a big hole in the old man's body.

"Pang..." With a soft sound, the protective light outside the old man's body suddenly shattered.

Looking at the fist-sized hole in his lower abdomen, the old man's face gradually turned red. He looked at the withered butterfly angrily and roared, "Damn it, I want you to die... Death... Ah..."

But before he finished speaking, the old man's voice stopped as if he was stuck. He trembled all over and looked at the white ** bone suspended beside him. At this time, the surface of the white ** bone was completely covered by a layer of blood fog. Like the same chicken blood stone, it gradually fell down.

"Ah, my own spiritual bone, no..." Seeing this, the old man's face changed greatly, and the long gun turned into yin gas in his hand gradually dissipated at this moment.

"Xiao Heng, hurry up. Now the soul-breaking magic weapon is fatal to him. Seeing this, Ling Kudie quickly urged Xiao Heng anxiously.

When Xiao Heng heard this, he immediately hurriedly sacrificed the piece of thunder magic bamboo in his hand. The thunder magic bamboo trembled, and the silver-white electric light flashed out on it in an instant. The old man in black, who was already shocked at this time, covered the past.

Seeing this, the old man's face changed greatly. He integrated into the original spiritual bone of the Tianluo tablet. At this time, he had been polluted by a secret skill that was extremely expensive. It has completely lost the effect of condensing the Dharma body. Unless it is re-sacrifice, it will not exert any effect of Tianluo tablet at all.

Looking at the covered broken demon thunder, the old man instinctively sacrificed a shield made of yin qi and blocked it on the top of his head.

But when the broken magic thunder shot on the yin gas shield, the seemingly strong and extraordinary shield immediately dissipated. The next moment, a trace of dense electric light completely shrouded the old man's gradually illusory figure in an instant.

With the gradual weakness of the sad screams, Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie were also relieved. This time, it can be said that it is a battle on the front line of life and death, which makes Xiao Heng and the withered butterfly in the middle of the sky mirror tense their nerves.

If the old man hadn't been refined for 200,000 years, his mind would have been weakened to a very low level. It is estimated that Xiao Heng and the withered butterfly could not even take the old man's first move.

Looking at the old man's lost spiritual bone, the joy gradually appeared in the eyes of the dead butterfly. Reaching out and taking a photo, the original spiritual bone, which had been stained with a layer of blood fog, immediately shot into the hands of the dead butterfly.

Touching the spiritual bone in his hand, the withered butterfly slowly closed its eyes, and a divine thought quickly shot into the spiritual bone.

However, Xiao Heng wiped a cold sweat at this time. If he hadn't happened to have a soul-breaking magic weapon, it would have been really over this time. Xiao Heng thought about it and felt afraid that the strong man in the Holy Land, although it was a pity, it was also a pity for the strong man in the Holy Land. Unexpectedly, with the cultivation of the mysterious realm, he defeated the remnants of the strong man in the holy land.

After putting the thunder magic bamboo into the dragon ring, Xiao Heng's eyes looked at the withered butterfly.

At this time, the withered butterfly was clenching the spiritual bone with both hands, a layer of spiritual light, and at this time, it gradually flashed out of the spiritual bone.

And the blood fog on the spiritual bone also began to dissipate gradually.

After a moment, the blood fog on the spiritual bone completely dissipated, and a more solid breath suddenly spread out on the body of the withered butterfly.

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