Although the dragon mountains at this moment, the blood demon statue on his body has long faded, his face is extremely pale, because a large amount of qi and blood, and the trickle consumed by Dantian Shinyuan, coupled with the previous fight with ghosts,
It was completely supported by the explosive state of blood explosion. Now the effect of the medicine is retreating. He is full of staggered wound fist printing claws. It seems that a gust of wind can blow down.
However, he stood on the top of the mountain.
Yu Mu Four.
No one dares to look at him.
Everyone lowered his head.
Including those masters, the old man who has been talking well has always buried his head to kill his head, and kneeling down, for fear that Long Xiaoshan noticed him.
Although he just talked about it just now.
But in the face of a suspected invincible strong, he really wished to give himself a mouth, because the dragon group had caught you a junior, you would talk more and make you talk more!
Tang Leyou shivered, stood there, his hands and feet were cold,
Fu Xuelan standing next to him was joyful. Because she had seen the evil of Long Xiaoshan for a long time, although this battle was greatly beyond her imagination, she accepted the fastest.
Blind worship.
At this time, when Tang Yueyou's face was like earthy, Fu Xuelan, who had always been cold, even had a hint of bad taste, saying, "Brother Tang, do you think the Long Master's victory is very reluctant and not enter your eyes."
Tang Leyou's face is ugly.
He dare to say a word now, he is Zhang Yang, but that is because he is noble, talented, and qualified to be public.
Dare not say a word.
Not to mention him.
He is not stupid.
It can be understood by the rational wiseness, and the inner heart is still unable to say that he has a blushing face and a face of constipation.
roar!
The frost blue fog sword was nailed to the ground, and the burning ghosts were still not dead. He roared and struggled, and his eyes were deep: "How can I die in your hands, I wouldn't accept it, if I didn't take advantage of my hands, I didn't take advantage of my hands.
Will I defeat? "
"How to match the generals of the army!" Long Xiaoshan sneered and stepped on the ghost.
Although he took a lot of cheap, such as the black knife, he extracted a large number of corpses and magic of ghosts, for example, his frost and blue fog, restrained the demons, all kinds of heaven and place, so that he was weak and he was weak.
powerful.
But victory is victory.
The winner is king, and the loser is Kou.
There is never an absolute fair word in this world.
Is it possible that he has a black knife, and there is no need to have frost and blue fog.
It is necessary to talk about fairness.
Why not say that the ghost has lived hundreds of years and cultivated for hundreds of years.
And he is only over 20 years old.
Not to mention that let him cultivate for hundreds of years, he just gives him more than ten years, and he has confidence in pinching the ghost with his hands.
"Don't talk nonsense, let's die obediently." Under the thoughts of Long Xiaoshan, the flames on the long knife were even more heer.
Burned by frost and blue fog into nothingness.
His struggle became weaker and weaker, and his body seemed to turn into a blue ice.
"I'm unwilling, my ghost dormant was dormant for three hundred years, and the door was cut off at that year. The whole door was surrounded me. I still never die.
Will die! "
Guiming suddenly roared, and cracks appeared all over his body. Long Xiaoshan's expression changed slightly, and he even stepped back.
With a bang, Gui Ming's body exploded completely.
A large amount of corpse qi rolled, instantly corroding the ground into a piece of bad soil. The frosty blue mist had turned into a flame shield wall, blocking Long Xiaoshan's body, helping Long Xiaoshan resist the impact of the corpse qi.
Long Xiaoshan felt something was wrong. He activated his heavenly eyes and saw a faint shadow flickering out. He immediately understood that it was Guiming's remnant soul. This guy was so decisive. He was not dead yet. He actually blew himself up and took the opportunity to escape.
Walk.
"Die!"
How could Long Xiaoshan let him go? The sky between his brows was split open. Although he had broken his dharma and exhausted all his divine power just now, there was still some residue. Guiming was so cunning that he couldn't let him slip away, so he shot out another shot with all his strength.
Divine light.
The ghost remnant soul was definitely severely damaged, and there were still some traces of ice on it, which were the freezing power of the frost blue mist. The frost blue mist burned everything, and it also caused huge damage to the soul.
As soon as the divine light goes down, the remaining souls of ghosts and ghosts will be completely destroyed.
However, at this moment, a blood shadow actually rushed over and helped Guiming Remnant Soul block the divine light.
"Cang Ming!" Long Xiaoshan was stunned when he saw the blood shadow. The blood shadow was the leader of the Black Scale Sect, Cang Ming. Is this guy a joke? He was helping Gui Ming block the gun. Didn't he realize that he had been attacked earlier?
Guiming was used as cannon fodder.
But soon, he discovered something was wrong.
Cang Ming's whole body was blood red, and his eyes were even more chaotic. He didn't seem to have a clear will at all. Long Xiaoshan even felt that Cang Ming looked a bit like the Son of Blood God he killed in the ancient tomb.
It's just that he hasn't reached the complete blood state of the Blood God Son.
Wow!
The ghost's remnant soul flew away at great speed.
Long Xiaoshan was about to let Shuanglan Wuyan chase him.
Cang Ming had already rushed over, and Long Xiaoshan could only let Shuanglan Wuyan get entangled with Cang Ming.
The remnants of the ghosts moved very quickly and disappeared within a few breaths. From a distance, there seemed to be a vicious voice coming from the distance: "Ancestor, I will come back."
Long Xiaoshan frowned slightly, stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the direction where the ghost's remnant soul disappeared.
After a moment, he frowned and sneered.
He didn't chase it.
First, he is now almost out of gas and has no other means to defeat the enemy except Frost Blue Mist Yan.
Secondly, Gui Ming's most powerful support is the body of the golden corpse. Now that the body of the golden corpse has been destroyed by him, what kind of waves can a mere ray of remnant soul make?
Ghost cultivation is the most difficult. Without a physical body, it is like a boundless sea of suffering. Without a boat, how can you cross to the other side?
Unless he finds another physical body and rebuilds the corpse, it will take hundreds of years to complete the golden corpse, let alone the drought demon.
and.
Although Gui Ming escaped.
But he left a mark on him.
It was a hint of frosty blue mist.
I'm afraid Guiming himself doesn't know that his soul has been burned by the frosty blue mist, leaving an indelible aura.
As long as this guy appears, even if he turns into ashes, he will be recognized by himself.
Phew!
Here, the battle didn't last long. Cang Ming's consciousness was chaotic. He fought monsters entirely by instinct. He had no clear consciousness and could not cast spells. The strength he could exert as a ninth-level great spiritual master was really limited. He was not as good as a grandmaster.
, not long after, he was swallowed up by the frosty blue mist, and the blazing blue flames burned on his body, freezing him instantly.