After being sick and scum, welcome to the Shura field

Chapter 92
The wind does not move in the miasma, and the air flow stagnates, and the wisps of powder mist are like cherry blossom rain blooming in the pile of rotting corpses. Under the dreamy beauty, there is a damp, cold and poisonous shadow.

Liu Jiang Fusheng's breathing gradually became low and panting, and at this time the side effects of the evil miasma accumulated.

He suddenly heard the cries of ghosts, each higher and sharper, constantly stimulating his meningeal nerves.

"Ah-"

Very noisy!

Very annoying!

He closed his eyes and brows furiously, and his lips were tightly pursed, but he couldn't restrain the irritability in his heart, his head was about to explode.

Insert fingertips between the hair on the sideburns, hold on tightly, maddened.

Puchi, puchi, puchi—

The sound of sharp weapons piercing into the flesh and being pulled out seemed to be transmitted to the ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

But in front of him was a thin and tall figure dressed in a blue dress that fluttered in the sky.

He saw that "he" was holding a sword that was exactly the same as himself, and killed "Gu Yi" with a blank face, sword after sword.

"He" turned his head at this time, and met his blank gaze. His pale face, which was as clear as a demon flower, was spattered with drops of blood. While he was crying, he grinned strangely. Inexplicable.

"Unforgivable—"

Then a large group of ghosts screamed screaming all around at the same time, screaming with the power to pierce the ear holes.

"Unforgivable—"

"Unforgivable—"

Sudden panic and confusion occupied Liu Jiang Fusheng's entire consciousness, the whites of his eyes were covered with red blood, his slender and delicate hands were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands protruded.

"Do not……"

Fei Zang saw that Liu Jiang Fusheng was trapped in the miasma, his eyes were distracted.

He casually stood in front of him, tilted his head to think for a moment, and the sharp claws hit his heart without any hesitation. The childish boy's voice called out to him.

"Master Floating Life, be careful!"

The fairy sword was stuck between Feizhi's hand and Liujiang Fusheng's heart, and the corpse claw still hurt him, only to see the blood from Liujiang Fusheng's half chest drenched his clothes.

But he had no way to go any further, the immortal sword could not be pinched no matter how hard he tried, so he violently kicked the person over.

Like a broken kite, Liu Jiang Fusheng slammed into the sharp and uneven rock wall, and then a piece of flesh and blood slipped to the ground.

Blood dripped from the forehead into the pupils of the eyes, his head was hit, the scene in front of him was violently cracked and shaken, and some broken memories flashed intermittently again.

"Nankey must wake up from a dream, life is like a dream is nothing... Liu Jiang, how long are you going to sleep?"

A clear and familiar female voice sighed in his ear.

"I'm waiting for you……"

"Remember...remember quickly..."

Who is calling him?
What did he forget?
Life is like a dream, life is like a dream...

Suddenly something forbidden shattered in his mind, and then a majestic spiritual power was not limited by the miasma around him, and all the fierce power gathered on Liu Jiang Fusheng's body.

Then a jasper translucent light shot out from his "Najie", and the green light circled in front of him, but it was the mysterious green jade that the treasure hunter helped him get in the Lai Mountain Stream.

A kind of water-like brilliance flows inside the jade pendant with a hollow ring. Those who have lived for hundreds of years and understand it may be able to guess that it is chalcedony.

The value of chalcedony is immeasurable, and there are differences between thousands of years, ten thousand years and tens of thousands of years, and the level and effect of each layer are also different.

And the chalcedony obtained by Liujiang Fusheng is Wannian chalcedony, a drop of chalcedony squeezed out of the green jade dipped into his forehead, and collided with the red mark that he had covered up with a blindfold.

Ding--

Immediately, a cool and refreshing air flowed into his body, repairing the fiery plot of his broken bones, his exhausted spiritual power, his spiritual consciousness and internal organs damaged by the poison of demon miasma...

Just a drop of ten thousand year chalcedony can restore a seriously injured monk to his peak state in an instant.

What a heaven-defying effect this is, one drop is worth one more life.

At the same time, there is also a huge sword array sitting under his feet. This is a brand new sword plate, which can be re-engraved bit by bit according to his wishes. Exuding the killing spirit that transcends the reincarnation of all things.

He floated up into the air, and those Wulingluche eyes were suddenly enveloped in a chill that annihilated life and gods and demons.

Gu Er met his eyes inadvertently, and felt a boundless fear in his heart, which was far worse than the previous Xuanxing Sword and Rain Sword Formation.

He immediately decided not to wait any longer and to act first.

He sucked in the evil miasma around him and stabbed it in his palm. If the hook scales touched a human body, they would scrape the bones and shave the flesh.

With five palms combined, his long black armor and barbed hook scales can destroy even a hill, but this palm was also taken by Liu Jiang Fusheng abruptly.

When facing each other and fighting hard, Gu Er only felt that the opponent's strength was feedbacked back like a thick mountain. His body of such strength felt like it was being torn apart.

And Liujiang Fusheng was not unscathed, his arm in the palm of his hand was bloody like an explosion, and his bones were exposed. He spit out a mouthful of blood again, but his pair of clear and cold eyes became brighter and brighter, strangely tight.

He recalled the fairy sword with one arm, and stroked the long sword with his hand. His fingertips were stained with blood, and he smeared it bit by bit. Coquettish blood lotuses bloomed on the sword body, and its spiritual power climbed to a level step by step. Amazing compression limits.

That tyrannical force caused Gu Er's expression to change suddenly.

If you're going to die, is this level of spiritual pressure something you should have in the Golden Core stage? !

This is impossible!

This nascent infant stage can't even get such a frighteningly thick spiritual power, he is simply a fraud!

The formation of the sword formed, annihilated the starlight, and an ancient and ancient giant sword floated above Liu Jiang Fusheng's head.

"Eight Desolation and Liuhe Jue-Killing Karma!"

One man guards the gate, ten thousand men are not allowed to open, the huge sword is facing down, slashing straight at Gu Erlin.

The blue scales of the cloud rolled and cracked, and the wind-eroded sand dragon made way——

Gu Er's eyes widened, his already dead body still felt chilly, his scalp was numb, could he dodge the sword?

Fear hit his mind like a mad rhinoceros.

Get away with it!

"sister--"

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Under the cover of ghost crying and demon miasma, Gu Junshi quietly came to the elders of Dayan Sect Jiuli and the others. They were scattered around by Gu Er like a wolf before, but she came to a place without any mistakes. Behind the elite disciples.

He didn't notice anything unusual until... a bare hand with a cold feeling rested on his shoulder.

He froze in vain, then trembled uncontrollably.

It wasn't because he was scared, but from the moment he touched it, a powerful impact force of the mad blade made his soul feel so painful that he couldn't live without it.

　Xiaojiaofu despises: A trash who will only ask her sister for help when encountering difficulties.

　　Gu Er proud: Hmph, do you know who my sister is?
　　The little girl is indifferent: it has nothing to do with me.

　　Gu Er thought to himself: I have become more involved with you, but I won't say it, alas, it's just for fun.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)