A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 474 Phantom body!The unarmed magic weapon breaks!

laugh--

boom--

Li Ziliang's bamboo pole hit the black-clothed monk's throat.In theory, this is the weak point of ordinary puppets.However, this monk in black is by no means an ordinary puppet.

Li Ziliang's bamboo pole hit the black-clothed monk's throat, but he couldn't make it in.And it was impossible for him to take back the bamboo pole.

Look again, the black-clothed cultivator's expression remained the same, he quickly grabbed the bamboo pole with one hand, and then slammed outward.

click-

Li Ziliang's bamboo pole is an immortal weapon.However, in the hands of the monk in black, it was broken into two pieces like an ordinary bamboo pole.

Break the magic weapon with bare hands!
This is a situation that even Su Mo, Yu Wuji, and Ye Cansheng did not expect.Li Ziliang was shocked even more, his face turned pale.That bamboo pole has his spirit attached to it.

What kind of puppet is this?
It can break its own magic weapon?
At the same time, Li Ziliang felt that he was imprisoned by a strange force, and he was in a dilemma.It was as if a cultivator of a higher realm exerted coercion on him.

However, the black clothes on the opposite side are puppets, and it is impossible to have coercion.

On the other side, Zhao Xiu was not much better.

Just now, he was able to kill Song Shaoqing who was comparable to the immortal late Gu Xuanzong with a single sword.However, this time he failed.The red light on the sword is Zhao Xiu's special skill.

Because, there is a wisp of the soul of the Venerable Divine Soldier hidden in his fairy sword.That was Zhao Xiu's biggest reliance.It's just that Zhao Xiu consumes a lot every time he uses the soul of the divine weapon.

The fairy sword has its shape, but it is not a fairy sword at all.

However, today's Zhao Xiu cannot fully exert the power of that soul.Dealing with a few ordinary monks in the undead state is actually not a big problem.

However, facing that strange puppet, he missed today.

As soon as his sword came out, the black-clothed cultivator directly blocked Death Zhilian.That sword slashed abruptly on the death scythe of the monk in black.

In theory, Zhao Xiu's sword can split everything.

However, such a scene did not appear.All I saw was that the black-clothed monk's Death Scythe flashed brilliantly.Immediately, a burst of black air almost swallowed Zhao Xiu's blood light.

not good!

Zhao Xiu gave a secret cry, and at the same time hurriedly retreated.

However, it was too late.

A huge suction on Death's Scythe entangled him tightly, making it hard for him to retreat.

"Hehe!" The two black-clothed monks controlled Zhao Xiu and Li Ziliang almost simultaneously, and then they finally spoke.Their voices are a little hoarse.

"Donate your soul blood to save you from death!"

The two black-clothed monks spoke at the same time, their mouth shapes and intonations were exactly the same.

At this time, both Zhao Xiu and Li Ziliang were pale.

"Donate your soul blood, so you won't die!" Bai Shuilian's voice sounded again.At that moment, her voice was like an oracle.At the same time, in the void of the hall, she appeared again.

"Zhao Xiu, Li Ziliang, get lost! This is Nine Nether City."

"hey-hey!"

Blood was already oozing from the corner of Zhao Xiu's mouth.However, his eyes were firm.

"If you want me to donate your soul blood, are you worthy?"

Zhao Xiu's eyes flashed red, and his face turned from white to red in an instant.It's just that the red is not normal red, but blood gushing.

At the same time, an inexplicable force spread out.

boom--

Zhao Xiu backed away abruptly, breaking free from the black-clothed monk's shackles of suction, and retreated tens of feet at once.The fairy sword in his hand turned completely blood red.

Cough cough - cough cough -

However, Zhao Xiu's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and at the same time, black and purple blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.Undoubtedly, Zhao Xiu had already suffered serious internal injuries when she forcibly broke free.

"Ok?"

The monk in black seemed taken aback.It didn't expect Zhao Xiu to break free.

"Stubbornly obsessed! Kill!"

The white water lotus in the void stood up beautifully, and shouted in a cold voice.As soon as the word "kill" was uttered, the two black-clothed monks swung the death scythe instantly.

Everything was exactly as the three of Su Mo had expected.Those black monks didn't try their best at all.At this moment, their aura surged.

The black mist rises, it really seems that the god of death has come!
"ruling!"

The two black monks hoarse voices.This is extremely inconsistent with their appearance.

At this time, neither Zhao Xiu nor Li Ziliang had the power to fight.The Palace of Bliss is right, in fact, donating their soul blood is their only choice.

Even, at that moment, Li Ziliang's survival instinct almost made him shout out and agree to donate his soul blood.However, he still suppressed it abruptly.

People can't just live, otherwise it's living!
In the end, when Li Ziliang closed his eyes, he even wanted to blow up his magic ball.Those memories are the most important to the Mystical Illusion Sect monks.

Zhao Xiu was much calmer than Li Ziliang.Because, he knew that Su Mo would definitely save him.

The Death God's Scythe crashed down.

At the critical moment, Su Mo, Yu Wuji, and Ye Cansheng all made their moves.In fact, they have been preparing to make a move.At the same time, they were also observing the fighting style of the black friars.

After all, the person in front of them was also a black-clothed monk of the same rank.

Su Mo slapped the storage bag, and directly sacrificed the purple-clothed ghost.The undead state is perfect, she is enough to block the black-clothed monk in the middle of the undead stage.

And Su Mo teleported straight to Zhao Xiu.

Today's Su Mo is still in the mid-immortal realm, but his control over various spells can be said to be unrivaled.After all, he has the memory of His Holiness.

Even if it is an ordinary technique, as long as he can use it, he can reach an extreme state.

Su Mo's movement is extremely fast.

The ancient fan of the world of mortals in his hand has been sacrificed.At the same time that the ancient fan flew out, the golden bone skeleton had already rushed towards the monk in black who was attacking Zhao Xiu.

At the same time, the white sand on Yu Wuji's body was already blocking the black-clothed monk; Ye Cansheng slapped the storage bag and sacrificed the Mo Luo Star Chasing Whip.

crackling—

In the entire hall, two black lights lit up.One went straight to the black-clothed monk who was facing Ye Cansheng himself, and the other went straight to the black-clothed monk who was killing Li Ziliang.

"Yu Qiumu! Ye Xingbai!" Zhao Xiu smiled bitterly in his heart, "I didn't expect it to be you!"

Goodbye, Yu Wuji has already rushed to the white water lotus in the void.

Catch the thief first catch the king!
If Bai Shuilian, the master of the Palace of Desires, is controlled, the entire Palace of Desires will surely collapse without attack.

"Giggle!"

When Bai Shuilian saw that Su Mo and others made a move, she sneered.

call--

Yu Wuji ran towards her, but he was in vain.Yu Wuji actually passed through her body directly.

Phantom!

Yu Wuji raised his eyebrows, but none of them noticed just now.Bai Shuilian is not an entity, no wonder she has been floating in the void.

Su Mo didn't even notice anything unusual.

"Hehehehe——" Bai Shuilian's voice echoed throughout the hall, "Everyone, you have already entered the game. Then this is a big battle! Don't blame me, the master of the Palace of Desires."

Boom—boom—

In an instant, the entire Palace of Desires trembled.

wow——

The five monks in black retreated instantly.Zhao Xiu and Li Ziliang were naturally saved.However, those five monks in black directly merged into one.

"Everyone, why bother?" The five-body black-clothed monk instantly became active, with clear eyes and a pleasant voice, "You will regret it."

The late stage of burial!

Su Mo frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)