The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 1416
Chapter 91

Long Xiaoshan's eyes narrowed, and he almost yelled, this old thing is shameless enough, and he even said it in a high-sounding way.

But right now, facing the primordial soul of a Golden Core cultivator.

Long Xiaoshan was also very disturbed.

Because he doesn't know what level the other party is at.

Jin Dan, after all, is too far away from him.

His mind was turned, and while observing the surroundings with the eyes of the sky, he said falsely: "Senior, since you are a golden core cultivator, the sky is big and the earth is big, how could you be trapped here? Why do you care about the boy's mere body."

Zhenjun Beiming roared: "Do you think I thought, if Duanmuling that bitch hadn't conspired to destroy his body back then, how could the ancestor be trapped in this Dayan Shenkong formation? That bitch hindered his oath He couldn't kill me, but he was afraid that I would run away, so he actually sealed off a radius of ten miles, and got a couple to guard the place, and the ancestor couldn't find anyone even if he wanted to seize the house, this bitch is too hateful."

Hearing Zhenjun Beiming's crazy roar.

There is no trace of Jindan Zhenjun's demeanor.

But think about it.

Even if it is Jindan Zhenjun, if he is sealed in one place for more than a thousand years, it would be worse than death.

Not completely crazy, already considered mentally strong.

The person who trapped Zhenjun Beiming here is indeed cruel enough.

Long Xiaoshan was moved and said, "Is that couple surnamed Sang?"

"That's right, you're smart." Zhenjun Beiming snorted coldly: "How can the ability of the ancestor be limited by a burst of magic? The ancestor spent a lot of time to cultivate a python demon, and then control the python demon, indirectly I fooled the Sang family and asked them to enshrine to me the children with strong spiritual roots. I took them captive into the cave and concentrated on nurturing them, hoping to cultivate an innate body for me to take away. Hateful, that bitch Duanmu Ling, I have already planted a dark hand in the blood of this couple. If I take the blood of their descendants, they will conflict and their bodies will collapse.

So I can only fool the Sang family again, saying that there is a curse in their bodies, and that there are inheritances in this sacred mountain. Once an outsider can break into this formation, let the Sang family lead the outsider into the cave to relieve their curse.

Unexpectedly, this wait is a thousand years, boy, it seems that we are destined to have a karma, so hurry up and give your body to the ancestor. "

The soul of Zhenjun Beiming roared.

He vented a lot, finally couldn't hold back, and rushed towards Long Xiaoshan.

Terrible cold air swept over, crackling.

Even the multicolored haze can hardly hold up, and it is dim.

"Mid-grade spirit weapon, haha, I didn't expect you to have some in stock. Although this thing is rubbish in the eyes of the ancestor, but the ancestor was just born, and he didn't have any magic weapon at hand, so he took it away first."

A stream of black air spewed out from the ghost body of Zhenjun Beiming, turned into a huge ghost hand, which changed in thousands of ways, and landed on the multicolored halo.

The multicolored halo groaned.

Immediately afterwards, the light dimmed completely, shrunk into a ball, and was grabbed by the ghost's hand, and the spiritual connection between the spirit weapon and Long Xiaoshan was also broken.

Long Xiaoshan was shocked.

The Golden Core cultivator was really terrifying. Even if there was only one remnant soul left, he would erase the imprint of his soul on the spirit weapon and take away his spirit weapon. This kind of method was never seen by Long Xiaoshan.

Terrible cold air swept over.

Lost the prismatic glow shade.

Long Xiaoshan fell into an ice cave.

Even his blood demon power and true essence power couldn't resist it.

The bloody flames and blue flames that emerged from his body were rapidly compressed to the surface of his body by the white air, and solid ice filled Long Xiaoshan's body, turning into ice sculptures.

At this moment, a golden light bloomed between Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows.

Whoa!
A huge golden-armored god rushed out, with mighty divine light, like a vajra glaring at him. With a loud roar, raging flames spewed out from the eyes, nose, and mouth of the god.

stab.

As soon as the extremely cold white qi encountered the true fire of samadhi, it couldn't resist it, and retreated one after another. The real fire of samadhi swept up and collided with Zhenjun Beiming who rushed to seize the house.

Whoa whoa—

As soon as he was burned by the real fire of Samadhi, the soul of Zhenjun Beiming yelled: "True fire of Samadhi, how could you use this supernatural power? No, your divine soul is actually the body of a god. What the hell are you?"

Samadhi True Fire is the famous Immortal Flame.

Nothing burns.

True Monarch Beiming has calculated thousands of times, but he did not expect that a mere qi refining monk could emit such supernatural flames.

His soul was so burned that it smoked, and in a blink of an eye, a small half of his soul body was actually burned.

"Mysterious Ice Flame!"

Zhenjun Beiming roared, and the white air around him gathered, turning into bone-piercing white flames and strangling with the real fire of Samadhi.

Jindan monks are waiting for nothing.

Zhenjun Beiming, who came back to his senses, used his supernatural powers to hold the true fire of samadhi. He stared at Long Xiaoshan with great resentment. , Now he was burned by the real fire of samadhi again, and once again lost a small half of his soul.

You must know that every point of damage to this primordial spirit will damage the Dao foundation, and it will be extremely difficult to repair in the future.

Now even after he seizes the house, it is impossible for him to restore his previous cultivation.

"Whether you are a human or a god, if you dare to hurt the ancestor, the ancestor will kill you."

Zhenjun Beiming roared with hatred. Although Long Xiaoshan is the body of a god, he can't scare a golden core cultivator. The golden core is powerful and known as the land true immortal. He has already jumped out of the three realms and has not entered reincarnation. in the eyes.

True Lord Beiming stretched out a big hand covering the sky, and the black air billowed, covering all directions.

Long Xiaoshan's mind moved, and he released the ghost emperor.

A puff of black smoke rushed out, and as soon as the ghost emperor appeared, he saw the big hand that covered the sky, and the golden core soul with a terrifying aura, his face was distorted in fright: "This, what is this?"

"Don't worry about anything, stop him for me, or we will both die." Long Xiaoshan yelled.

Seeing that the big hand covering the sky was crushed down, the ghost emperor also screamed wildly, and sacrificed the Wanhun Banner, a large number of fierce souls rushed out from the Banner of Wanhun, screaming fiercely, but the big hand covering the sky pressed down , All the fierce souls exploded, and even the Wanhun Banner couldn't bear it, and it snapped into two pieces.

The ghost emperor didn't care about his distress, and with a strange cry, he sacrificed a black seal again, squeezed a ghost curse, and the seal swelled to the size of a hill, and flew out whistling.

Boom!

The seal was directly shot into the soil, and the ghost body of the ghost emperor also exploded, tumbling.

But it stopped for a moment.

Long Xiaoshan raised his hand and threw a throwing knife.

A black light streaked across the void.

puff!

The Black Nightmare knife stabbed Zhenjun Beiming's primordial spirit.

A dark demon swirls above it, and the power of the primordial spirit of Zhenjun Beiming is drawn by the Black Nightmare Knife like a flood.

"Demon weapon, damn boy, you actually used the magic weapon to assassinate the ancestor."

True Monarch Beiming roared in fright.

The primordial spirit shook violently. He thought that a mere qi refining monk would be able to grab it with his hands, but he didn't expect this qi refining monk to have such a variety of tricks.

(End of this chapter)