The Peerless Sun of Tang Sect

Chapter 475 Beibei Cutting Trees
  Yan Shaozhe looked at the sickle in Xu Jie's hand, and felt a sense of depression coming from the sickle, making him breathless.

As a ninety-seventh level super Douluo, his martial spirit is still the top light phoenix. Even an extreme Douluo cannot bring him such great pressure, but a single weapon can actually do it.

There is only one possibility. What Xu Jie said is true. It is indeed the Rakshasa God's artifact - the Rakshasa Magic Scythe.

"you……"

"Of course I won't explain to Dean Yan how it came about. I don't think I need to explain what effect this thing has. After all, the 'evil' Spirit Hall was destroyed under the leadership of Tang San. What kind of bloodline should Mu En have?" clear."

Xu Jie said casually, not caring about the panic expression on Yan Shaozhe's face. He shook the Rakshasa Magic Scythe in his hand, turned around and looked at Beibei like the golden mask, and continued.

"But I still want to tell Dean Yan that the complete Rakshasa Magic Scythe is composed of one main sickle and eight additional sickles. I am here. Please count the number of sickles that Dean Yan has. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe in Xu Jie's hand released a dazzling black-purple light. The Demonic Scythe in his hand suddenly shrank, and seven strange black-purple rays of light flew out from the Demonic Scythe in Xu Jie's hand.

Falling behind Xu Jie, seven small black and purple sickles appeared in Xu Jie's floating body. Black and purple light flowed between the sickles and fell on Xu Jie from time to time.

Black-purple light swayed across the surface of Xu Jie's body from time to time, and Xu Jie seemed to be wearing a purple divine armor, filled with a layer of purple energy that had an evil flavor.

"Eight handles!" Yan Shaozhe said in surprise and hurriedly looked at the golden light shield and the like.

Dressed in Shrek's inner court to serve Beibei, not only his eyes were shining with dark purple light, but a small black-purple mark appeared on Beibei's forehead.

A black-purple scythe similar to the seven small scythes floating behind Xu Jie flew out from between Beibei's eyebrows. Beibei raised his hand and held the black-purple scythe directly.

"Ahem, the sickle is not very suitable for cutting down trees!" As soon as Xu Jie finished speaking, the soul power poured into the magic sickle in his hand, and the dense evil energy floated out of Xu Jie's body, and it penetrated the golden light shield just like that.

It fell on the sickle in Beibei's hand.

Wow!
  The evil energy enveloped the purple sickle in Beibei's hand. The black-purple sickle seemed to melt and began to surge and deform, soon under the influence of the evil energy.

The sickle turned into a dark purple magic ax that was extremely suitable for chopping.

Beibei held the Rakshasa Demonic Ax with both hands, raised it high, and murmured: "Save Xiaoya, save Xiaoya..."

click!
  The black and purple Rakshasa demon ax struck the ancient golden tree. Beibei didn't use much force, and only the tip of the black ax blade entered the ancient golden tree.

The golden trunk of the ancient golden tree trembled slightly, and golden light flowed.

"don't want……"

Just as a scream rang out, Xu Jie flicked his finger, and a purple ball of light hit Tang Wutong who let out a scream.

Tang Wutong, who was about to summon his martial spirit to pounce on Xu Jie, was knocked unconscious by the blow.

The purple light also returned from Tang Wutong's body to Xu Jie's hands. Feeling the strange aura brought by the purple light spots in his palm, Xu Jie looked at Tang Wutong who had fainted, frowned slightly, and murmured.

"I'm just going to tell you where the goddess of light butterfly on Tang Wutong's body turns out to be..."

boom!
  Dazzling golden light burst out from Xu Jie, and the phoenix flame appeared again, blasting directly at Xu Jie, interrupting Xu Jie's mumbling.

call out!
  The sickle mark on the back of Xu Jie's hand suddenly burst into dazzling purple light, and the seven purple sickles behind Xu Jie instantly flew to Xu Jie's side, spinning rapidly to form a purple-black round wall. Directly blocking the phoenix flames that hit Xu Jie, the flames fell on the purple-black round wall and were instantly swallowed up by evil spirits. The top-level bright flames were vulnerable to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

"Dean Yan, it's useless for you to hit me." The attack was restrained by Xu Jie. He looked back at Yan Shaozhe and said casually.

"You should find a way to break this golden mask now and stop Beibei!" Xu Jie's voice was a little playful, and his eyes fell on the golden dragon gun that was tightly held by Yan Shaozhe.

"The weapon is not in your hand, and I didn't even recall it!"

"You..." Yan Shaozhe stared at Xu Jie, his eyes almost bursting with fire. But his words didn't come out.

He was interrupted by a shrill scream.

"what!!!"

This painful wailing sound naturally came from the phantom of the woman in the golden ancient tree, who was Tang San's biological mother.

Under Beibei's continuous cutting, the entire blade of the black Rakshasa demon ax was completely submerged into the golden ancient tree. Beibei had cut a large gap on one side of the golden ancient tree.

A faint golden stream of light flows from the trident mark between A Yin's eyebrows, flowing to the gap in the golden ancient tree, trying to repair the gap.

But the golden stream of light was directly offset by the layer of purple evil energy covering the gap, and more than that, when the golden stream of light encountered the layer of purple evil energy.

Dazzling dark purple light was suddenly released from the dark purple sickle in Beibei's hand, and more and more intense evil energy was released from the Rakshasa Demon Axe, pouring into the golden ancient tree and heading straight towards Ah Yin in the ancient tree. .

If the original Rakshasa God's old enemy was only the Shura God, then after the battle ten thousand years ago, the old enemy probably became the Poseidon and the Shura God.

The evil spirit continued to infect the ancient golden tree. Yan Shaozhe finally became anxious and immediately input soul power into the golden dragon gun he was holding.

The soul power was submerged into the golden dragon gun, and an inexplicable suction force came from the golden dragon gun in his hand. Yan Shaozhe was about to raise the golden dragon gun to hit the golden mask.

brush!
  Suddenly, the suction force from the Golden Dragon Spear increased rapidly, and Yan Shaozhe found that the soul power in his body was rapidly being absorbed by the golden spear in his hand.

Just as he was about to break free, the one closest to the tip of the three silver rings on the golden spear suddenly erupted, and a dazzling silver brilliance suddenly erupted, covering Yan Shaozhe instantly like a huge silver spider web.

An inexplicable force came from the spider web, directly confining all the power in Yan Shaozhe's body. At the same time, the suction force also began to increase, and the soul power continued to flow away.

Yan Shaozhe discovered to his horror that his life force had begun to be absorbed by the golden spear in his hand, and he immediately began to struggle.

But unfortunately, just as he started to struggle, a ray of silver light appeared out of thin air and landed directly on the silver spider web, and the power of imprisonment increased.

What is called futility? This is called futility.

"Thank you..." Xu Jie was naturally grateful for the sudden appearance of silver brilliance, and he murmured to himself. After confirming that Beibei would spend a lot of time chopping down the tree, his eyes fell on the unconscious Tang Wutong beside him.

"Let me see what's going on with you..."

(End of this chapter)