This flood is not right!

Chapter 125 Desperate
"Heavenly Dragon Chant!"

Dozens of figures played out the magic formula in their hands, and in an instant, a huge dragon head emerged from the space in front of Yu Qing as if it was broken.

There seemed to be a ray of wisdom flashing through the pair of eyes on the jade-white dragon head, which were tens of feet in size, and then slowly opened its mouth to Yu Qing and let out a dragon chant.

boom! !boom! !
The sound waves condensed into essence bombarded Yu Qing's body one after another, and the five-color streamer around him suddenly fluctuated violently.

Terrifying force hit Yu Qing's body, causing his body to fly upside down like a meteor, while the sound waves from the dragon chant locked onto his constant bombardment.

The moment the jade-white dragon head appeared, a trace of terrifying dragon power fell on him.

At that moment, he seemed to feel that he was facing a prehistoric star that was born when the world was opened up, and he was like a speck of dust in front of this star.

It was also this ray of dragon power that caused a momentary gap in Yu Qing's mind, so when the first sound wave hit the layer of five-color streamer around him, Yu Qing's complexion suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of bright red Blood spurted out.

Fortunately, the ray of dragon power was only for a moment, so it was only the first time that he suffered such an injury.

His figure was like a meteor flying backwards, and the suffering image that performed such a spell was also uncomfortable.

Dozens of figures dissipated, leaving only the real body with more and more colorful flames.

At this time, the white light between his brows was extremely dim, and the colorful marks between his brows gradually became clear.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was a violent cough, but no blood spewed out, and the colorful colors in the eyes on his face became more and more intense.

"go with!"

Apparently, this stroke almost seriously injured Yu Qing's supernatural power, and he was on the verge of being unable to suppress the demon fire of desire in his body.

Yu Qing, who had already been sent flying upside down by sound waves and smashed countless trees and rocks, gave a soft shout, and three streaks of spiritual light flew out from his hair.

boom! !

With a thought in mind, the three Xuanling thorns appeared around the bitter elephant across the distance that Yu Qingfei had traveled in almost no time.

The bitter elephant, who could only sacrifice a light curtain in a hurry, couldn't resist the Xuanling thorn at all, only heard a soft sound, and three transparent holes appeared in the dantian, heart and left eye of the bitter elephant.

It was also because of Kuxiang's quick reaction, otherwise the Xuanling thorn that pierced through his left eye should have directly pierced his sea of ​​consciousness between eyebrows.

"Cough, damn it!" The three Xuanling thorns succeeded in one blow, but they were also lightly burned by the colorful flames around the Kuxiang's body.

Ku Xiang frantically repaired the injuries on his body, while Yu Qing, who had finally stopped over there, retracted the Xuanling thorn with a muffled grunt.

Just a brief contact with the multicolored flames made Yu Qing's mind erratic for a while, and his mind and spirit, which was already seriously injured by the Tianlong chant, were even more injured.

"Sure enough, you can't use the natal magic weapon casually!" Shaking her head, Yu Qing couldn't help laughing wryly when she saw the Xuanling thorn that circled her twice like a wronged child.

The natal magic weapon is connected to the monk's immortal soul, if it is not a matter of life and death, how can it be used, after all, once it is damaged, it will implicate the immortal soul.

Yu Qing's original intention was to use the speed and penetrating power of the Xuanling thorn to seriously injure the suffering elephant. Although the goal was achieved, she still did not avoid contact with the demon fire of desire.

"No wonder the old Huanglong marked it like that." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the drops of blood disintegrated and dissipated between the sky and the earth like balls.

Looking at the more intense desire and magic fire on Ku Xiang from afar, it was only then that Yu Qing understood why Huang Long had specially marked this magical power of transforming the gods.

In addition to viciousness, it is also a supernatural power that hurts others and hurts itself, causing endless disasters.

If you encounter ordinary immortal monks, you can turn them into fly ash with one roll and one burn of the magic fire of desire, but if you encounter monks like bitter elephants, accidents are easy to happen.

A monk who has the means to maintain a certain level of sanity under the fire of desire, and even briefly turns the fire of desire into his own use like a bitter elephant, is a trouble at this time.

I can't move, and I can't distinguish between enemy and friend when I move, but I can't solve it for a while, so I can only hide and defend.

Even, if you encounter a monk with a vicious mind, breaking into several human tribes or attacking other monks wantonly with a demon of desire, then it will be the most troublesome.

"not good!"

Thinking of this, Yu Qing's complexion changed suddenly, her figure suddenly disappeared in a sway, and when she reappeared, she was standing in front of Su'er.

He glanced at the bitterness that could not be suppressed because of the white light between his eyebrows that had almost disappeared, and then looked back at Su'er Yu Qing and heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that Ku Xiang couldn't do any more unnecessary things because of the stronger fire of desire and the injuries he caused.

"Be careful!"

After softly exhorting Su'er, Yu Qing appeared not far from Kuxiang.

"Monk, can't you hold on?" Gently spit out a bit of bloody turbidity, Yu Qing looked at the bitter image who was struggling to suppress the demon fire of desire and smiled.

"Since it's so difficult, I'll give you a ride!" Holding the feather fan at his waist with his backhand, he waved it lightly at him, only to hear a "click", and Yu Qing grinned immediately.

His mind and spirit were injured, and there was not much mana left in his body. Just waving the five spirit fan lightly, he suffered a slight shock and injured his wrist.

call! !

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and a pitch-black tornado enveloped the unprepared suffering elephant out of thin air.

Countless sharp wind blades slashed across Kuxiang's body, tearing open a gap in the fire of desire around him and leaving a mark on him.

There was no scar, just an untraceable mark left behind.

However, one wind blade was like this, hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand wind blades left countless marks on his body in an instant, and the superposition of so many marks made the bitter elephant scarred in an instant.

"Cough, cough, since that's the case, let's be buried with the poor monk!"

Covered by the pitch-black tornado, with every flick of his finger, hundreds of thousands of wind blades left scars on his body.

Under the influence of the demon fire of desire, his white lotus dharma body couldn't exert much effect, and the white light between his brows was about to dissipate, and Kuxiang grinned at Yu Qing through the pitch-black tornado.

Covered in colorful flames, his face was covered with blood, and the smile on the bitter elephant was extraordinarily weird and ferocious.

As he whispered two words silently, the dim white light between his brows suddenly shone brightly, covering his whole body and spreading out in an instant.

In an instant, the white light covered the multicolored flames, infecting the jet-black tornado into white, and then quickly converged under the drastic change of Yu Qing's face, so that it did not penetrate the bitter elephant's eyebrows at all.

"not good!!!"

(End of this chapter)