Cultivation Tao with Primordial Power

Almost at the same time when Jiang Ming enters the golden ball, all the Yanmo and yanhun find Jiang Ming.

"Roar!" The fierce voice of nightmare soul is surging in Jiang Ming's ear. Jiang Mingru is hit on the head by a heavy hammer, and a sense of dizziness spreads to Lingtai.

"Sure enough Jiang Ming's secret way, and then look at the countless Yan Mo and Yan Hun, they all pounce on him. He immediately set up a border around him, and the border of the five elements was tested again. Under the impact of the powerful Yanmo and yanhun, the boundary of the five elements begins to vibrate violently. Jiang Ming pinches the magic formula in his hand, and Xianyuan continuously enters the boundary, maintaining the operation of the boundary.

Seeing that the border can't support any more, Jiang Ming immediately sacrificed the purple soul, and the wings and the purple soul behind the Amethyst armor rolled up purple wind blades at the same time. The wind blade forms a tight defense around Jiang Ming. The Yanmo immediately returns to Jiang Ming as soon as he sees the boundary disperse, but he is disturbed by Jiang Ming's wind blade. It turns into sparks and floats to the side. Some of them are swallowed by the Yan devil. A few of them came back together and flew away.

The big nightmare soul is still on one side. The nightmare soul is different from the Yanmo. The Yanmo only knows how to fight, while the nightmare soul is an entity with certain intelligence and strength. The generation of the burning devil only needs the pure fire spirit, while the nightmare soul needs the ghost and body of the practitioner who died in the fire.

Jiang Ming waved his purple soul and leaned toward the high altar. I don't know how many Yan demons are scattered by their own hands. Although the number of Yan demons is less and less, the closer they are to the altar, the stronger they are. In addition, the fire spirit of the fire devil who was scattered by himself was swallowed by these powerful individuals.

Finally, Jiang Ming came to the bottom of the altar, but he could not move forward. The surrounding Yanmo was already very powerful. Jiang Ming's purple soul crossed his body and immediately healed automatically.

"Roar!" All the demons yelled at the same time, and the red flames rolled over to Jiang Ming. Although these soul fires can't hurt Dao's body, if they are hit by them, Yuan Shen will consume a lot, and then he will lose without fighting.

Jiang Ming immediately put up the purple soul in his hand, and the other hand led the sword Jue. The purple soul flew into the air and suddenly became bigger. With a roar of the sword, it fell into the soil in front of Jiang Ming. A burst of purple light scattered from the huge sword, and the speed of the fire that was about to shoot at Jiang Ming's side dropped sharply. Being consumed violently in the purple light, Jiang Ming strangles the formula in his hand, which he is not familiar with very much. The consumption of Xianyuan is much larger. In addition, the number of the fire regiment is too much, so Yuanshen is consumed quickly, and the drowsy feeling impacts his platform.

It seems that the burning demons outside are tireless, and the fire regiments keep sending out, but Jiang Ming can't remove the formula and use Hongmeng purple light to restore the original spirit.

"Watch the back!" The old tortoise's voice suddenly rang out. Jiang Ming's consciousness became dull because of the consumption of Yuanshen. After the old tortoise's words fell, he felt the powerful fluctuation behind him. When he found out, it was too late. It was a nightmare who had been following Jiang Ming all the time and did not attack him. At the moment, seeing that Jiang Ming was almost consumed, he launched a surprise attack behind Jiang Ming.

The monster of nightmare turns into an awl and stabs into Jiang Ming's vest. A strange force suddenly rushes into Jiang Ming's meridians. The five elements immortal yuan dare not touch a force. Shengsheng is not controlled by Jiang Ming and retreats to the Dan field. In this way, the magic formula on Jiang Ming's hand, without the support of Xianyuan, suddenly dispersed. The sword throbbed and fell to the ground like a purple soul.

Without the purple light, the fire of the soul, which was written by the Yanmo, hit Jiang Ming one after another. There is no feeling of pain, on the contrary, it is a kind of infinite warmth, just like returning to the mother's arms. Jiang Ming soon lost in this feeling, even the meridians in his body were destroyed by the strange force, but he didn't feel Tao.

"Up A big drink sounded in Jiang Ming's mind. It was the old tortoise who saw that Jiang Ming was wrong and immediately woke him up with a sound attack. Jiang Mingru was hit hard and woke up immediately. At this moment, he found that his spirit had been exhausted. At once, he used the only remaining yuan Shen to control a group of Hongmeng purple light from the upper elixir field. After passing the meridians one by one, the strange forces in his body were engulfed one after another, and the just consumed yuan Shen was instantly filled.

But Jiang Ming's situation is not optimistic. The nightmare soul feels that Jiang Ming has recovered, and immediately retreats. The fire of the soul keeps shooting out, and even Jiang Ming has a sense of fear.

"Disease Jiang Ming's formula of enunciation is that his body is rotated rapidly by the axis, and the purple light blades are emitted from his body. At the same time, Jiang Ming holds his sword in both hands, and the whole person breaks through the encirclement of Yanmo like a sharp sword and plunges into the fiery sky.

The magic formula in his hand changed again, and purple swords were shot from him, and the fire demons who were hit burst out one after another. Jiang Ming was floating in the air, his chest undulating violently. Just this blow, he consumed a lot of spirit. At the foot of a large broken red light, it is those who were blown up in the mutual phagocytosis of the Yan mo.

"Roar!" There was another roar. Jiang Mingxun's reputation was gone. It was an extremely high nightmare. After a roar, those broken flame of the Yanmo, have gathered together, a huge Yanmo gradually formed."No!" Jiang Ming said in his heart that the huge Yanmo was too big, almost as big as the altar. The tall fire devil held up his shapeless head and stared at Jiang Ming with deep scarlet eyes. A strange feeling rises from the bottom of Jiang Ming's heart, and Jiang Ming's eyes become blurred.

"Don't look into his eyes." Old tortoise reminds a way, words although so, but Jiang Ming in the heart always have a kind of see after all of the idea, turn past of the face and imperceptibly see to that pair of scarlet eyes.

"Silly boy!" The old tortoise scolded angrily. At the same time, a frog called "quack" in the air. Jiang Ming recovers in an instant, and then looks at the little devil and nightmare on the ground, fleeing to the distance one after another. Only the tall devil and the tall nightmare are left.

"Quack!" Jiangming shoulder again came a frog call, a sound straight at the tall Yanmo.

"Roar!" Yan Mo's eyes began to tremble, and he seemed very afraid of this little thing. But the tall individual made him feel dissatisfied. He always roared, and two sound waves collided with each other. All of a sudden, it was quiet around. Jiang Ming knew that it was not because there was no sound, but that the sound was too subtle and sharp for him to accept. Sure enough, gradually Jiang Ming heard sharp voices echoing in his heart. There is a hot blood in the chest constantly rolling, and there are deep bloodstains on the back of bare hands.

"So strong!" Looking at the bloodstain on the back of his hand, Jiang Ming sighed and immediately arranged a border around his body, clearly seeing the ripples on the border.

"Yanmo gave you that little thing, you go to deal with the nightmare." The old tortoise reminded that the frog seemed to understand that he jumped out of the boundary of Jiang Ming and landed on the ground. Almost at the same time, that piece of ground was dissolved into a magma pool, and the Yanmo also turned his attention from Jiang Ming to Ming frog. The magma pool diffused rapidly and reached the foot of the Yanmo in an instant.

The fire devil is not afraid of fire, jump into the magma pool. Almost at the same time, the magma in the magma pool gathered a Yanlong, directly to the Yanmo. The Yanmo roared again, but this time it was covered by the dragon's chant. Several Yanlong hit Yanmo, but it didn't seem to cause any damage.

With a wave of one hand, a huge flame of soul shot out at a very fast speed, and the target was the frog. The frog didn't dare to despise it. He vomited a sound wave to the flame of the soul. There is a close match between the two.

After seeing this, Jiang Ming no longer worries about the frog, but falls to the nightmare. The nightmare soul seems to know that Jiang Ming will find him. Seeing that Jiang Ming falls, he steps back. Jiang Ming glanced at the red ball on the altar, which was surrounded by several big Yan demons and nightmare spirits. The red ball seemed to absorb the origin of the second Haotian.

Jiang Ming clenched the purple soul in his hand and jumped up. The purple soul in his hand waved quickly. For a moment, countless Jiang Ming appeared around him. He clenched the purple soul in his hands and split to the nightmare soul one after another.

"It's no use," old tortoise's business rang out in Jiang Ming's mind. "Unless it's the separation of sacrifice and refining, such a magic attack is useless to nightmare. They can identify the real person. " Sure enough, the nightmare soul's eyes were still staring at Jiang Ming himself. The giant hands crossed in the air, and a cross shot out from between his hands, directly attacking Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming had to wave purple soul to block the attack. The figure fell down and fell to the ground, and the figure disappeared all over the sky.

At the same time, the huge purple sword with the dragon's voice directly split in the past. That nightmare soul does not dodge, the huge hand turns into a big shield, facing Jiang Ming's sword power to block. With a bang, the dust on the ground is stirred up by great power. Jiang Ming feels that his sword has not penetrated the defense of the other side.

Before the smoke and dust dispersed, Jiang Ming felt a fierce wind coming, and suddenly a huge figure appeared in the smoke and dust. A huge hammer hit Jiang Ming's head. The hammer didn't reach the force first. The great pressure made Jiang Ming afraid

It seems that what the ten immortals said is true. Jiang Ming awkwardly raised the purple soul in his hand. With great strength, he shot a big hole in the ground. You should know that the soil here is very hard.

As the dust cleared away, Jiang Ming knelt down in the pit on one knee in embarrassment. His right leg couldn't bear heavy blows, and the bones of his whole leg were broken. Jiang Ming stood up in embarrassment with his sword as his staff. Hongmeng Ziguang quickly repaired his injured right leg. Looking at the purple soul in his hand, there is a crack in the hard purple soul. The crack extends to the hilt of the sword. If the strength is heavier, I'm afraid Jiang Ming's immortal weapon will be useless.