The horrible magic was rushed into the soul sea of Long Xiaoshan. The magic was rich and pure, and even exceeded the magic blood.
If it is normal, Long Xiaoshan has a divine guard.
It can be restrained.
Even if you can't suppress it, you will not be rushed into the human center of the soul sea so easily into the center of the soul sea. You must know that this is the soul. Once here is broken, it is dangerous.
Wow.
The dark devil condensed a double devil wolf.
When Long Xiaoshan was surrendering to the Black Sword, I encountered it.
But the double -headed wolf at this time is not the same as before.
He was blood red, and his head condensed on his head. It was far more fierce than the giant wolf of the two heads. Obviously, after absorbing a lot of magic blood, he made the black knife evolved.
I don't know what the magic weapon is.
It can actually absorb magic evolution.
The double -headed demon wolf rushed to the place where the soul of Long Xiaoshan was.
At this moment, the soul of Long Xiaoshan was dim. After fighting with the Dark Army just now, his divine power consumed the trickle.
Long Xiaoshan shocked, and barely condensed a god of light.
Bang!
Shen Guang was bombarded on the devil wolf, but he just repelled it a few steps. The devil wolf sowed and rushed to the soul of Long Xiaoshan, biting violently, and a horrible magic qi penetrated into the soul of Longbuoshan.
Let his soul start to blackened, the magic is tumbling, the golden light of the Longbuoshan body is becoming more and more darker. A large number of blacks follow the place where the magic wolf bite, and starts to diffuse.
Dragon Small's soul struggling, the god wheel made a light of light.
But he has a virtual power space.
Can't resist the pure and dark magic erosion.
Gradually.
The black in Long Xiaoshan's pupils is becoming more and more enriched.
It seems to be completely demonized by the dark power, falling into the magic road.
Just when the magic contaminated the soul of Long Xiaoshan, when it sneaked into Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows, a burst of light suddenly bloomed, and the merit of the merit of the tattoos was hung there suddenly.
Yujing bottle is clear on the light.
As soon as a large amount of magic was illuminated by the clear light, it immediately turned into nothingness. The jade net bottle dumped, and the spiritual fluid inside flowed out, and a golden rune was condensed in the air.
Shoot the double -headed wolf.
As soon as Fu Yan went up, the double -headed devil wolf sorrowful, constantly narrowing in the golden light, and finally condensed into a slap size, and was sealed in a golden prisoner cage.
Lost the erosion of the double -headed demon wolf magic.
The black gas on Long Xiaoshan was illuminated by Yujing bottle glasses and evaporated cleanly. The strong black tide in his eyes stepped back, and the look of Long Xiaoshan was awake.
He saw the merit of the merits hanging over the sea of soul.
Immediately, understand that this ancient Lingbao saved himself.
Otherwise, he has been demonized by the black sword.
In the past, Long Xiaoshan only regarded merit jade net bottle as a tool for collecting merit spiritual fluid. He never thought of it as him. Now he discovered that Lingbao is Lingbao.
It is not that magic artifacts can resist.
Long Xiaoshan grabbed Yujing bottle in his hand.
He wanted to urge Lingbao, but the tattoo of Yujing bottle remained motionless.
Not controlled by him at all.
Long Xiaoshan grabbed his head. It seemed that he had thought too much. This jade bottle was a big Buddha. What he wanted to do is exactly what he wants. He just saved himself just now.
never mind.
Finally, it also saved its life, not too much extravagance.
Long Xiaoshan's meritorious jade net bottle worshiped.
He looked down at the seal in the golden prison cage to get a double -headed wolf. At this moment, the wolf of the wolf was shrunk into a mini size, and the rich magic was suppressed and turned into a puppy.
In the prisoner, he kept moving towards Long Xiaoshan, as if begging.
Long Xiaoshan hummed.
Just now he was almost demonized by it, how could he be blinded by its mini -cute appearance now.
In order to avoid the incident of this Black Sword Word Spirit, Long Xiaoshan decided to seal it all the time. After that, his divine power became stronger, he could completely suppress the spirit, and then consider putting it out.
Long Xiaoshan slowly opened his eyes.
Although I was so dangerous just now, I didn't actually have much time.
Monica on the side did not notice that Long Xiaoshan was almost dead just now, but just felt that Long Xiaoshan had suddenly stiffened for a few seconds. I didn't think much.
Long Xiaoshan grabbed the black night knife and blood cup.
The Black Sword lost the artifact spirit, had lost its claws, and became an ordinary magic weapon. Long Xiaoshan looked at the blood artifact. After the blood cup was swallowed by the black knife, it was also dim.
This magic blood is obviously not endless.
Too much loss made the blood cup lose strength, but Long Xiaoshan was not interested in this evil artifact. Even if the blood cup is still in a good state, he will not use it.
However, there are many places worth studying in this blood cup. Long Xiaoshan seal it and throws it into the ring with the black night knife.
Now, there is only one last thing left.
Long Xiaoshan raised his head and looked at the distance.
He walked over and came to a huge pores. In the potholes, the blood was full of blood. This blood was not like ordinary blood, which exudes a little silver light on it.
Twist the void.
Monica came to this blood pool, and her legs were soft, and almost fell to the ground.
Long Xiaoshan stretched out one hand and grabbed her.
Only then let her stand firm.
Monica trembled, looking at the blood of the pool, she was a blood family, and naturally she could recognize the silver blood of the pool. It must be left by the Duke of the Blood family.
The horrible blood of the blood made her as the blood of the blood. She couldn't bear it at all.
"Mr. Long, this is ..."
"It was left by Dkura, I killed him ..." Long Xiaoshan said lightly, as if talking about a rare thing.
Monica was like a lightning, and his brain was rang.
"De, Duke of Dura, he, he, he died, died ..." Monica stuttered, his face was horrified, like a ghost charm.
Although it was full of corpses just now.
But Monica did not see the corpses of those dark giants.
She does not believe that those giants will die. Defeatting and killing are two different things. Those dark giants, all of which are in Europe for hundreds of years. Where can they die so easily.
In particular, the Duke of Dura is even more prominent. He is the Speaker of the Blood and the strongest of the blood race. It has lived for eight hundred years. Even the Holy See is in the middle of the sky, it has survived.
Known as the Duke of Immortal.
Now, with the British Empire as a backing.
He is even more happy.
No one can make.
Monica did not think of dreaming. Duke Durah would die here. She trembled, and Duke Dura died, but she was afraid that the entire Europe would change.