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Chapter 310 Ghost Lamp Eater Soul(1/3)

There are various restrictions on the life-stealing magic weapon, but it has been cultivated for thousands of years.

Its power is also unparalleled. In addition, these old monsters have survived for hundreds or thousands of years. The good things scraped from them are all kinds of powerful spells carried in vehicles and ships.

Even various one-time treasures.

Emerging in endlessly.

In order to rush to the other end of the ancient bridge before others, those treasures that they usually can't bear to use are just like garbage. As long as they can bring help to themselves and allow them to take a few more steps forward, they won't feel bad at all.

Smashing it out, at this time, what they are fighting for is their foundation.

Nothing can be seen from the outside. In the past, I have been through mountains of swords and seas of fire, even if I clearly know that among the immortal cultivators, there are a large number of strong people above the Nascent Soul stage.

But for a moment or two, you can't tell the difference at all. It's hidden among the immortal cultivators, it seems.

It's not much different from other monks.

After all, if they want to hide their identity and restrain their aura, there are a few people who can see their flaws.

But once we reached the ancient bridge, we couldn't hide it anymore.

The level of strength can be said to be clear at a glance. Who is strong and who is weak can be seen clearly, even though their cultivation levels are quite fair and they are imprisoned at the same time.

But even if the Yuanying monk is imprisoned.

It's definitely not comparable to those of foundation-building elixirs, it's not like there aren't any.

But only in a few, and Wu Xiu is one of those few.

Martial arts practitioners practice martial arts, even if their cultivation is imprisoned.

His body is also much stronger than other monks.

On the ancient bridge, their fighting power.

Enough to kill monks who were far more powerful than them before.

Nascent Soul, leaving the body.

Get distracted and combine! If you don't pay attention, you are in danger of being killed.

But each of these immortals has become a spirit, and they all know how to use the advantageous situation to give themselves a boost.

Either they use their juniors and disciples in their sect to help block the pursuers from behind, or they open the way.

From time to time, he would throw out several powerful spells behind him to create obstacles for those behind him.

Keeping them from getting close.

Those spells.

None of them are powerful.

Even with the weakening of the ancient bridge.

After going out, a large number of immortal cultivators died tragically under these unreasonable attacks.

Not to mention the demon clan, often only one demon clan dies, but ten or hundreds of immortal cultivators die under the spells they throw.

However, none of them felt any guilt at all, they just looked at them like ants, and they remained indifferent even if they were killing their own clansmen.

All they care about is whether they can grab those ten spots, and they will die at their hands.

Whether it was a human monk or a demon clan, they didn't care at all.

At the forefront are the four of the eight demon kings in the demon clan, headed by Silver Hair. The four of them can be said to be absolute strong men. There is no one under them who can stop them. They are at the forefront.

, which is also a reasonable thing.

Among the immortal cultivators, there were three others who were at the front of the crowd.

An old mother holding a faucet crutch in her hand, her face full of wrinkles, she looks...

He looked like he was going to die at any moment, but the steps under his feet were moving.

But he is not slow at all, one step is one foot away, and his old body contains a power that cannot be underestimated.

One is the most neatly dressed, wearing a blue bagua robe, with a Taoist crown on his head, holding a whisk in his hand, dusting three thousand red dust threads.

When waving, the net is both soft and soft. When it is soft, it is like three thousand weak water. When it is net, it is as hard as a net needle. It steps on the seven-star flying cloud step under its feet. As the body moves, it becomes even more elegant.

The speed is not inferior to that old lady at all.

The third person is a strong man who looks very young, although his face is no different from that of a young man.

But from time to time, traces of vicissitudes of life flashed across his face.

You can know that under this young skin is a heart that has been beating for thousands of years.

Moreover, between his eyebrows, a sharp sword energy flashed from time to time, which was breathtaking.

Behind his back, he was carrying a simple ancient sword with an ancient charm.

The sword energy coming from the sword.

It is surprisingly powerful, and just one look at it makes people feel terrified.

Three immortal cultivators and four demon kings from the demon clan are far ahead on the ancient bridge.

But behind, there are still a large number of immortal cultivators coming one after another.

With a slightly crazy look on his face, he rushed forward.

The scene is really a fight between you and me.

There were scenes of killing everywhere, with bullets and blood dancing all over the sky.

The rich smell of blood filled every inch of space. "Sister Xin, look, among the monks who came this time, the three at the front are the strong men who have transcended the tribulation period.

Terrible.

Die turned his eyes and looked towards the front of the ancient bridge. When he saw the three monks killing the immortal cultivators following them without any mercy, he said to himself.

"No, they should be strong men in the combined realm. I heard my father say that they are on the Purple Gold Continent.

All strong men who have transcended the tribulation stage and above.

They all disappeared from the mainland at the same time three hundred years ago, as if they went somewhere together, and then, during these three hundred years.

As long as a strong person breaks through to transcend the tribulation, he will quietly leave in a short period of time, and where exactly he goes.

Dad seemed to know, but he didn't tell me about the scene where Qin Xin frowned slightly and looked at the ancient bridge, one after another, fighting each other. She seemed a little sad, but her eyes quickly returned to Di Shitian

On the body.

"when".

In a fierce fight, it seemed that Emperor Shitian was superior. Although Wu Pojun's martial arts were exquisite and mysterious, he had no cultivation.

The power it could exert was barely half, and it was even inferior to Ran. Emperor Shitian saw this weakness.

The tiger soul in his hand made a heart-stirring roar, one blow after another, the force was real.

He attacked Wu Pojun head-on and chopped off the tiger soul, which weighed a thousand pieces. Coupled with the powerful divine weapon possessed by God Shitian, each sword was as heavy as a mountain and as fast as lightning. In addition, the tiger soul itself was sharp and difficult to resist, forming a

most direct.

It is also the most domineering attack.

Starting from the first swing of the knife.

The force of the knife is continuous without any interruption, just like the water of a waterfall.

Behead and behead constantly.

"Ah!!" The muscles on Wu Pojun's face kept twitching, and his feet were taking strange steps. His fists were watching the continuous sword strikes. Every time he blocked a sword, his body had to be pushed back.

Two steps.

Wang wanted to fight back, but Hu Po appeared in front of him again, forcing him to fight with his fists.

Thinking about it, he has been attacking others, attacking, attacking again, how can it be equal.

Today, I ended up in a situation where I had to passively defend myself.

There is an awkward feeling in my whole mind.

It seemed like I was holding a breath in my chest and couldn't let it out.

That kind of discomfort.

It almost drove him crazy.

"Bang!!" Emperor Shitian raised his foot and stepped forward. Amidst the heavy footsteps, his tall body relied on the power of this step.

He jumped up directly, his tiger soul rising high.

Wisps of cold light flashed from the blade, and it slashed hard. This time, not only was the right hand holding the handle of the knife, but the left hand was also holding the slender handle instantly. The muscles around the body were squirming like a horned dragon.

All the strength in his body was poured into the tiger soul at once.

Boom boom boom!! Under the bang tiger soul sword, even the space shook violently.

It shows a mysterious and twisted state.
To be continued...
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