Retrograde fairy way

The complexions of all the transformation gods in the temple changed greatly, but Mage Eruo seemed not to be affected in any way, looking at 'Zhuge Zhaohua' with a smile, it seemed that the majestic coercion had no effect on him at all.

"Brother Eruo, good eyesight!"

Zhuge Zhaohua slowly raised his head. Although his originally pale and wrinkled cheeks were still full of wrinkles, there was a touch of rosiness and radiance in his eyes, and a frightening brilliance and vicissitudes in his eyes, as if he could see through the world. everything.

His old words drifted out slowly, and the wind lightly brushed past everyone's ears, but it made the hearts of all the cultivators feel inexplicable, and a bone-piercing chill suddenly spread all over the body.

At this moment, they could already tell that although the 'old man' had changed greatly, his aura still belonged to Zhuge Zhaohua. They had known each other for nearly 200 years, so naturally they would not be mistaken.

But at this moment, not only his expression, but also his voice and even his breath have undergone great changes.

In particular, the indistinct majesty and majesty exuded from his body, as if all the creatures in front of him bowed their heads in worship.

That feeling, even the magician Eruo around him, never showed it at all.

What made them feel chilling was that the "Brother Mingkun" that the magician Eruo called had obviously occupied Zhuge Zhaohua's body.

With his original cultivation base of God Transformation Dzogchen, even though he had sufficient preparations before, how can he not allow such an existence to occupy the body of such an existence so easily? , What about the inexplicable horror?

What's more, wouldn't it be the same kind of person who can be compared with Mage Eruo, a strong man in the Heavenly Spirit Realm and Dao Spiritual Realm, who is on par with him?

Thinking of the Tianfeng Continent, even the most powerful ones were only God Transformation Dzogchen before, but this time two Dao Ling powerhouses came together, even if they were just clones from the lower realm, this is really amazing.

"Tsk tsk!"

Mage Erlo smacked his lips indifferently, looked at the old man in front of him leisurely, raised his brows and said, "If I don't recognize you sanctimonious old guys, I will have died countless times already!"

"Ha ha!"

The old man Mingkun didn't seem to care about the insult in his mouth at all, he just smiled lightly and said: "Brother Eruo, you are still so sharp!"

"Hey!"

Mage Eruo sneered, took a step forward, looked at the pagoda behind him, raised his chin and said: "I want that thing, please get out of the way, and I can let your spirit go away." , if not, you have to be prepared to suffer!"

"Hehe, Brother Erluo, don't you think this statement is too insane? The old man admits that something has happened this time, but what do you think you can do to me?"

The old man Mingkun looked at Mage Eluo with a smile, his eyes shone brightly, without a trace of fear, he turned his eyes to the cultivators, and said with a hint: "Or, do you think these juniors will help you?" No?"

"Hey, Xuan Mingkun, if they don't help me, will they help you, even the loyal disciples and elders who don't hesitate to devour their souls? Hahaha, what a joke!"

Mage Eruo smiled, rubbed his chin with one hand, and finally said that he turned his head up and laughed.

What he said in his words clearly indicated that Zhuge Zhaohua's soul had been swallowed up by Xuan Mingkun.

The monks who heard this had already been psychologically prepared, but after they were confirmed, the chill in their hearts seemed to be magnified countless times in an instant.

This strong man from the upper realm really treats the lives of his disciples, and even the disciples of the lower realm, like ants.

Mage Erluo sacrificed blood to most of the living beings in the Northwest Demon Territory of Tianfeng Continent, just for the sake of saving face, and this Xuan Mingkun, a strong man from the Tianyuan Palace in the upper realm, devoured Zhuge Chaohua's soul without hesitation after being injured, occupying his soul. body.

This kind of behavior is really chilling.

Although they have also killed many low-level monks for treasures, territories, and races, such behaviors really make it difficult for these powerful people to accept.

"Seniors, don't you think it's too early to say this now?"

All of a sudden, everyone was silent, watching the incarnation of the two strong men fighting for words, Gui Xuancang took a step forward, slowly swept across the two, pointed at the front of the main hall, the increasingly thinning light curtain, said in a deep voice.

When everyone heard the words, they woke up in horror. Turning their heads to look, they saw that the light curtain was already dim, obviously unable to withstand many attacks.

In the constant rumble, bloodthirsty roars swayed into the hall, making the hearts of all the cultivators sink.

There are a group of demons chasing and killing them outside, and there are two old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years, but their hearts are cold and bone-chilling.

No matter which point it was, it made the hearts of these strong people who stood at the top of Tianfeng Continent chill.

"Ha ha!"

"hey-hey!"

The two are completely different, but they both have meaningful smiles, but they saw that Xuan Mingkun and Mage Eluo looked at each other with a smile, looked at each other and nodded, as if they agreed with Gui Xuancang's words , It seems that some kind of agreement has been reached.

"It should be so, these monsters shouldn't exist in the world!"

Xuan Mingkun swept across the crowd with a smile, looked at Mage Erluo and said.

"Existence is the truth, but the timing is wrong!"

Mage Erlo shrugged casually, speaking with a sharp edge.

Seeing both of them like this, all the cultivators twitched their cheeks involuntarily. This is at a critical point, and the two are still sarcasm.

Boom!

But before everyone pondered for too long, there was a huge roar, and in an instant, a tyrannical and unparalleled cold pressure rushed into the hall, and then there were two roads, which rushed into as many as four roads first. .

But just as the remaining trolls were scrambling to enter, Weng Ran made a loud noise, and saw several silver-yellow streamers flashing past.

At the entrance of the main hall, the damaged light curtain has risen again, instantly blocking all the trolls scrambling to enter the main hall.

I don't know what made this hall, or it has a special hidden prohibition protection, no matter how these trolls slap it, they can't damage it in the slightest.

hoo hoo hoo!

As soon as the four huge blood-colored figures entered the hall, they rushed towards the cultivators, revealing a hint of crazy bloodthirsty.

"Fast formation!"

Seeing that Xuan Mingkun activated the talisman with quick eyes and hands, and sealed the gate of the palace again, Mage Eruo's face was serious, and he suddenly yelled.

Before the words fell, his figure flew up like a big roc spreading its wings, and with a single palm, he sacrificed a strange magic weapon like a claw, and slashed at a troll with a sudden sound.

Hearing the words, all the cultivators cheered up for a while, and they supported each other without hesitation, occupying a favorable position, and forced themselves to mention that the mana in the meridian, which was still aching, fought with several trolls.

The previous series of battles had already left them exhausted and exhausted. Although they swallowed a lot of elixir in the hall, they only recovered a little bit.

Uncondensed vitality enters the body and circulates through the meridians, which is a great burden on oneself.

Fortunately, over the years of the War Against Demons, they have experienced life-and-death struggles, so they will not be overwhelmed by this burden.

Rumble!

This palace is extremely huge, it has withstood the ravages of several tall trolls, and the desperate siege of more than a dozen cultivators who have transformed themselves into gods. Even so, the majestic aura has not caused the slightest damage to the palace.

Whenever these energy streams hit the ground, walls, or even the pillars in the hall, a layer of pale golden brilliance would flash out, dispelling the energy that could seriously injure early-stage cultivators.

As time passed, even though these trolls were at the late stage of the fifth order, under the leadership of the monks equivalent to the three major Huashen Dzogchen monks, they did not last long, and were besieged and killed by a group of monks .

Without too much delay, all the cultivators seized the time and swallowed the elixir to replenish mana.

Now time is life, and any waste of time may cause them to fall here.

In this space, they all have good results, whether it is for themselves or for their backs, it will be of great help.

Although there are many unsolved mysteries, there is no greed for the treasures of the pagoda in the main hall that the magician Erluo and Xuan Mingkun obviously want to fight for.

They only think about how to get out of this predicament and escape in this way.

It was only for some reason that the cultivators were temporarily united in one place, but I don't know how long this cooperation can last, and what kind of changes will happen.

......

Boom!

The violent cyan-gold arc turned into a cloud of electricity, instantly covering a troll's whole body. As the arc moved, bursts of scorched stench were emitted, which made people sick.

The troll uttered a sky-shattering roar, the shrill roar was deafening, but it still didn't stop and continued to rush towards Wang Mo.

In its huge eyes glowing with blood, there is only a sense of bloodthirsty devouring, and only by devouring the flesh and blood in front of him can it temporarily stop its madness.

However, he was besieged by a group of nine great ghosts, even a fifth-level monster, and a fifth-level physical cultivator, and all of them had the means to restrain it.

Even if his strength is not weak, he can only drink his hatred on the spot.

puff!

A flash of light flashed by, Wang Mo held the Cang Ming Halberd, and passed directly under the troll's armpit.

In a blink of an eye, the troll let out a mournful howl, and saw its huge arm flying three-dimensionally.

But what's weird is that countless bloodshots protruded from the incision of the flying arm, linking the broken shoulder blade, as if it was about to be pulled back, and it had to be reattached after flying and pulling.

In this regard, Wang Mo did not show any surprise, as if he was not surprised at all.

At the other end, the two blood demon souls rushed forward impatiently, grabbing and biting their arms away.

Qing Pi waited for the golden red eyes, as if he wanted to go forward to snatch it, but he seemed to be afraid of the blood demon soul's many people, so he had no choice but to hesitate. He bit off a large piece of flesh and swallowed it straight into his stomach.

Hiss!

Suddenly, an incomparably stern neigh flashed past, as if something was coming towards here rapidly.

Wang Mo, who was about to take a cold breath to end the troll, paused in his hands, turned his head to look around, and reached out his consciousness to search carefully.

Bloody Clothes, the Eight Great Demon Souls, and Qingpi didn't show the slightest hesitation, and they still bit the troll fiercely, as if they were fighting for food.

For alien creatures like them, trolls with huge blood energy are really their unique delicacy, and it can even be called a great tonic to increase their cultivation.