Although the blood demon vision of Long Xiaoshan has long faded away at this moment, his face is extremely pale, because he has consumed a lot of energy and blood, and the true essence of his Dantian has also been consumed. In addition, due to the previous battle with Guiming,
He relied entirely on the explosive seed state of the Explosive Blood Pill to sustain him. Now that the effect of the medicine has worn off, his body is covered with criss-cross wounds, fist prints and claw marks, and it looks as if a gust of wind can blow him down.
Yet he stood on the top of the mountain.
I looked around with my remaining eyes.
No one dared to look at him.
Everyone lowered their heads.
Including those masters, the old man with a beard and beard who had been making rude remarks buried his head so tightly that he almost knelt down, for fear that Long Xiaoshan would notice him.
Even though he was talking behind his back just now.
But facing a man who was suspected of being invincible by birth, he really wanted to give himself a slap in the face. Just because the Dragon Team caught you as a junior back then, you talked too much, let you talk too much!
Tang Leyou was trembling all over, standing there with cold hands and feet.
Fu Xuelan, who was standing next to him, was overjoyed. She had already seen the monster in Long Xiaoshan, so even though this battle was far beyond her imagination, she was the fastest to accept it. Maybe this was
Just worship blindly.
Seeing Tang Leyou's earthy face at this time, Fu Xuelan, who had always been cold and aloof, even had a hint of bad taste and said: "Senior Brother Tang, do you think Grandmaster Long's victory was very reluctant and does not suit your eyes?"
Tang Leyou's face looked extremely ugly.
How dare he say a word now? He is Zhang Yang, but that is because he is of noble birth, has extraordinary talents, and is qualified to be public. He is not afraid even when facing ordinary masters. But now, even his father lowers his head.
Dare not say a word.
Not to mention him.
He's not stupid.
However, no matter how rational he was, he still felt unspeakable in his heart, which made his face turn blue and red and look like he was constipated.
roar!
Guiming, who was nailed to the ground by the frost blue mist knife and was constantly burning, was still not dead. He roared and struggled, with deep resentment in his eyes: "How could I, Guiming, die in your hands? I don't accept it. If I hadn't taken advantage of you,
How can I be defeated with such weapons?"
"How can a defeated general be worthy of his bravery!" Long Xiaoshan sneered and stepped on Guiming.
Although he had taken advantage of many advantages in this battle, such as the Black Nightmare Sword, which extracted a large amount of Gui Ming's corpse evil energy, and his Frost Blue Mist Flame, which restrained the evil spirits, and various favorable conditions at the right time and place, allowing him to win with a weak hand.
powerful.
But victory is victory.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.
There is no absolute fairness in this world.
Could it be that he has the Black Nightmare Sword and doesn't use it, and he has the Frost Blue Mist Flame and doesn't use it, so he has to fight Guiming with his bare hands?
It really comes down to fairness.
Why not say that Guiming has lived for hundreds of years and practiced for hundreds of years.
And he is only in his twenties.
Don't let him practice for hundreds of years, just give him ten more years, and he will have the confidence to crush Gui Ming to death with his bare hands.
"Stop talking nonsense to me, just accept your death." As Long Xiaoshan thought, the flames on the long knife rose into the sky. The frost-blue mist violently burned Gui Ming's body, and a large amount of corpse demon evil energy was released.
Burnt into nothingness by the frosty blue mist.
His struggle became weaker and weaker, and his body seemed to turn into a piece of blue ice.
"I'm not willing to give in. I, Guiming, have been dormant for three hundred years. When I escaped, the entire Taoist sect surrounded and suppressed me, but I still survived. I, Guiming, am a person destined by fate. How could I die in your hands? I will never
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 blocking the gun for Gui Ming. 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 pursue 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 purely 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.
