Wild boar

Chapter 525: Li Xiumiao explodes

Twenty middle-grade flying swords were destroyed almost at the same time.

The 21 Fang family sword cultivators were horrified.

At the moment when Li Xiumiao was about to approach, they instinctively chose to distance themselves.

suddenly.

A golden light shot from the backs of more than twenty monks.

The golden light grew bigger and bigger, and suddenly turned into a huge copper bell.

Boom.

The bronze bell crashed head-on into Li Xiumiao, who had turned into a corpse.

Clang.

The huge bronze bell completely covered Li Xiumiao.

A streak of earth-yellow light flew to the top of the mountain, and the light disappeared. It was Ma Zitian who had gone and returned.

"Elder Ma, you are finally back." Fang Delin said excitedly.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The bronze bell weapon used to suppress the demonic corpse was clanging and trembling. It was obvious that the demonic corpse was still showing its ferocity.

"Give me a helping hand to refine this demon corpse to death." Ma Zitian said solemnly.

"No!" More than 20 Lian Gang monks said in unison.

Everyone cast their magic power on the bronze bell, and the bronze bell's magic weapon suddenly stopped shaking.

Ma Zitian pinched the magic formula with his hands and chanted loudly: "Iron is cast into a copper furnace, gold is used as a stone cauldron, brass is blazing, gold is melted and stone is burned."

As Ma Zitian activated the magic circle on the bronze bell instrument, the copper furnace fire that came with the instrument burned brightly.

Although the level of the brass-colored flames was not high, with the blessing of more than twenty monks in the Gang training stage and Ma Zitian, a monk in the God training stage, it completely overshadowed the red evil fire.

Li Xiumiao's Chisha Fire has not yet been upgraded to Chisha True Fire.

The Chisha True Fire is not as good as the Nine Nether Ghost Fire and the White Bone Karma Fire, and the three underground ghost fires are far inferior to the Sun True Fire.

The red evil fire was completely forced into the body by the brass fire, and Li Xiumiao's zombie body began to be burned by the brass fire.

"Ah!" Li Xiumiao screamed.

The extremely hard zombie body will be completely burned out by the extremely low-grade brass fire and turned into a ball of black ashes in just a few moments.

"Ah ah ah..."

From the big brass bell, Li Xiumiao's screams came one after another.

It was just this scream that made the monks of the Fang family feel a little strange.

It didn't quite sound like a scream, but more like...

……

Under the mountain top, in the dense forest.

In an area covered by black fog.

"It's begun! They have set up a sword formation and are about to start a decisive battle." Zhu Zishan said with an urgent look.

"Then... what should we do?" Xu Yuanchen looked panicked.

"Don't panic! Just like we practiced yesterday." Zhu Zishan said as he began to take off his clothes.

"How...how can this be done? There is another person here." Xu Yuanchen looked nervously at the kidnapped Chujiu next to him.

"It doesn't matter! This seat is open and open, there is nothing that cannot be seen." Zhu Zishan was wearing extremely loose clothes, and he was ready in a few moments.

"Kekeke...but I'm in the way." Xu Yuanchen almost stammered.

"What's so difficult about this? Just close your eyes." Zhu Zishan said with burning eyes.

"You, you, you... what are you going to do?" Chujiu, who was tied to the trunk of the pine tree, also stammered.

As an untouched female Anzi, Chujiu felt a little scared when she saw the thick hair on Zhu Zishan's chest and the strong muscles under his abdomen.

Whoosh!
Zhu Zishan clicked lightly.

The golden rope strangled Chujiu's mouth, making the woman unable to scream.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Chujiu whined. She finally understood what the two of them were going to do, but luckily it wasn't directed at herself.Zhu Zishan, who was lying down on his back, repeatedly told Xu Yuanchen: "Don't be nervous. Although this method is simple, it will not work if you are nervous!"

"Close your eyes, breathe calmly, and stay calm!"

Zhu Zishan's words were firm and calm, helping Xu Yuanchen quickly calm down.

Xu Yuanchen finally calmed down his breathing, relaxed his brows, and even had a comfortable smile on his lips.

After the two of them set up a wedge-shaped posture in front of Chujiu, Xu Wanchen, who was sitting cross-legged, began to rotate slowly driven by his magic power.

Wishing Chen's smooth skin began to sweat slightly.

Tianchi Mountain Anzi Chujiu no longer struggled, her eyes were straight, she was dumbfounded...

Yin and Yang are of the same heart, heaven and earth are one, I am in you, you are in me...

Concentric seal, done.

At the moment when Zhu Zishan and Xu Yuanchen achieved the seal of unity.

On top of Ziyun Mountain.

More than ten middle-grade flying swords were inserted into Li Xiumiao's body almost at the same time.

The corpse elixir in Li Xiumiao's body rotated crazily, and through the connection with the talisman, she frantically extracted the Netherworld mana of Wishing Chen, and continuously used the Yin Corpse Transformation and Crazy Corpse Strength.

In this brief moment.

The Nether Mana in the middle stage of Xuyuanchen's martial arts training was almost drained away. Her face looked extremely pale and her body was shaky.

Zhu Zishan stretched out his thick hands to support Xu Yuanchen.

Huge force spurts out, carrying the force to transfer.

When Zhu Zishan stabilized the Wishing Chen and began to transfer the seal.

Li Xiumiao was suppressed into the brass by Ma Zitian who had just returned.

The blazing brass fire forced the Chisha Fire into Li Xiumiao's body and began to roast Li Xiumiao's demonic body crazily.

The heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the Dharma. The Dharma is born from the heart and is endless.

The Promise Seal is done!
Xu Yuanchen closed her eyes, and white mist steamed from her body. At this moment, the magic power on her body had become one with Zhu Zishan.

Li Xiumiao, who had just extracted a large amount of Nether Mana, knew very well the limits of the Nether Mana in Xu Yuchen's body.

Therefore, although Li Xiumiao was incinerated to ashes by the brass fire, she still gritted her teeth and persisted, unwilling to draw out the ghostly magic power in Xu Yuchen's body.

"what!"

With a high-pitched chant.

Wishing Chen, who merged with Zhu Zishan, mobilized Zhu Zishan's golden elixir stage magic power, and actively provided Li Xiumiao with unimaginable ghostly magic power through the talisman of fellow practitioners of life and death.

Li Xiumiao, who was suppressed under the bronze bell, had the corpse elixir in her body spinning uncontrollably. The surging netherworld magic power was like a dam bursting its banks and the river changing its course, filling Li Xiumiao's limbs almost instantly. Hundreds of skeletons.

The spewing red fire swallowed up all the brass fire almost immediately. Li Xiumiao's eyes were burning with blazing flames, and the ghostly mana that had nowhere to place ran rampant in her body.

Her mad corpse strength was pushed to the limit in just a moment.

The top of Ziyun Mountain.

The White Castle of yesteryear.

A loud bang.

The top-grade brass bell exploded into countless fragments.

Ma Zitian looked at the suppressed demon corpse in disbelief.

"Roar!"

The demon corpse let out a substantive roar, and then soared into the sky like a bolide.

The crazy burning Nether Mana pushed Li Xiumiao's speed to the limit, even surpassing the sword flying of a monk in the god training stage.

Yinfeng Fist!
Every time Li Xiumiao punched, more than a dozen fist shadows roared out.

The fist shadows all over the sky are blooming like fireworks. Although everyone in the Green Shirt Club on the Jade Terrace cannot see the burning demon corpse due to their limited sight, they can clearly see the fist shadows all over the sky, and one by one. The evil cultivator who was shot down by the fist shadow.

"Strong wind!" The people of the Qingshan Club at the foot of the mountain burst into violent cheers.

A red meteor caught up with the fleeing Ma Zitian, and then a bright fire flashed, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)