Invincible Conqueror

Inducing a strong sense of death and bloody, Huang Xiaolong slowed down, careful flight as he approached, the dead air became more and more intense, and the **** taste became heavier.

"A strong and deadly!" Huang Xiaolong secretly shocked.

Such a strong death, only a few hundred thousand people, even a million people can be formed after death.

Then there is only one possibility, the front is the battlefield!

And now the blood smell is so heavy, indicating that the front is fighting.

Huang Xiaolong’s knowledge began. Ten minutes later, the flying body fell on a mountain peak. When I saw it, I saw it on the broad plain in front. It was really a war.

One yellow and one red army are violently colliding, Jin Ge iron horse, Ma Xiaosheng, screams, roaring sounds, killing the sound, a **** suffocating and dead air formed a dark red cloud of the dead spirit over the plains. .

Although the chaotic land has not been ruled by the empire and the demon and other forces, there are tens of thousands of chaotic land pools. These cities are controlled by small forces, small sects, and some small forces control one, larger. Take control of a few, and a little more than a dozen.

There is a war between cities and towns. Today, the owner of this city may be a certain family, but tomorrow, or next month, the owner of the city may change.

Therefore, seeing the front of the two armies fighting, Huang Xiaolong is not strange, watching the **** darkness and the dead air formed by the dark red cloud of the dead spirit, Huang Xiaolong's heart, this cloud of necromancer, almost all The soul of the blood is condensed, so that he can cultivate the ghosts of the Shura.

For so many years, because the Shura ghosts need the spirit of blood, so Huang Xiaolong rarely cultivates.

However, the power of Shura's ghost claws is undoubtedly a total of five strokes of Shura's ghost claws. Every trick is earth-shattering. If the cultivation is in the realm of Dacheng, the destructive power is stronger than the Shura swordsmanship.

At the moment, Huang Xiaolong follows the first move of the Shura Ghosts, and his hands are running.

Looking at the sky above the plain, I saw a dark gas floating in the cloud of the dead spirit over the plain, flying to Huang Xiaolong's hands.

The dark gas continued to enter the body of Huang Xiaolong along the hands of Huang Xiaolong, and then continued to flow along the path of Huang Xiaolong's enthusiasm.

Huang Xiaolong's two claws waved to the void.

A sound of screaming and screaming sounds, and only two dark paw prints broke out and were printed on a mountain wall far away from the mountain.

The darkness of the surrounding world was dark, and a dark cloud of darkness was swirling in the black mist. There were more than a dozen evil spirits heads madly.

Huang Xiaolong saw it and his face was happy.

On the battlefield, the soul of the soul of the soul of the soul of the cloud of cultivation of the dead spirits is even better than the expected effect of many times!

According to this effect, if Huang Xiaolong is cultivating for three or four months in this place, then he will be able to cultivate the first swindle of the sorcerer's claws into the realm of Dacheng.

At the moment, Huang Xiaolong continues to operate with enthusiasm, absorbs the blood of the soul of the dead cloud in front, and cultivates the first trick of the Shura ghosts over and over again.

More than two hours passed.

Huang Xiaolong was completely immersed in cultivation and entered the realm of selflessness.

Although it was only more than two hours, the first trick of Shura’s ghosts was to raise a lot of double claws, and the claws of the ghost claws doubled, and the black mist was more solid, and the evil spirits roared. Just like hell, ghosts are going out of the cage.

At the same time, Huang Xiaolong’s body is black and violent, and it becomes a vulgar and protects Huang Xiaolong.

This is the great thing about Shura’s claws.

At the time of Shura's ghost attack, Shura's ghosts can also protect the body, attack and defense, and unpredictable.

When Huang Xiaolong practiced repairing the ghosts and claws, the sound of the distant air broke, and two middle-aged people wearing dark purple robes fell on the other peak of the battlefield plain.

There is a knife in the eyebrows and a horse face.

After the arrival of the two men, they looked at the battle between the two armies on the battlefield below and secretly nodded.

"Kill it, the more you die, the more blood of the dead spirit, the corpse we refine will soon be promoted to the sixth order of the land." The middle-aged man smiled.

The middle-aged man of the horse face also laughed: "After five years, the witches of the brothers and sisters are promoted to the seventh grade. When they join hands, the sorcerer's door, in addition to the master, no other disciple is our opponent!"

The middle-aged man with a knife looked at the cloud of the dead spirit over the plain, and suddenly his brow wrinkled: "No, how is the death of the dead today so much?!"

Listening to the knife, the middle-aged man said that the middle-aged man in the face of the horse could not help but look at the cloud of the dead spirit over the plain. After a closer look, sure enough, today’s death spirit is much less bloody.

Yesterday, the two also collected the blood of the dead spirit. When they left, there was not so much blood in the dead. Today, the two armies continue to fight, and the blood of the dead spirit should be more correct. Now it is less, and this is somewhat abnormal.

In this battlefield, the dead air is strong, and the dead spirits can generally exist for a long time.

"Hey, some people are absorbing the blood of the dead spirit?!" The middle-aged man of the horse face then found that among the clouds of the dead spirit, the blood gas was continuously sucked away, and the direction was another mountain in the distance.

The middle-aged man with a knife saw it and sneered: "I didn't expect anyone to be afraid of death, dare to come to this ghost battlefield, and rob us of this dead spirit! If we are looking for death, then we will fulfill you!" , turned into a black fog flying to the peak where Huang Xiaolong is located.

The middle-aged man with a horse face follows.

Far away, the two saw Huang Xiaolong, who was practicing Shura’s claws on another mountain. He watched Huang Xiaolong’s two claws swing out, the ghosts were broken, and the evil spirits stunned. The two looked at each other and they all saw each other’s eyes. Shock.

"A strong power, what kind of fighting skills does this kid cultivate?" After a while, the middle-aged man in the knife stunned: "Is this even stronger than the Tianwu handprint of our Tianwumen?!"

The middle-aged man in the face of the horse quits: "Is it a good fight?!"

Tianpin fighting skills!

Both eyes are bright and bright.

The middle-aged man with a knife smiled happily: "I didn't expect it, let us run into such good things, brothers, even the heavens are blessing our brothers. With this day's fighting skills, our brothers will cultivate in the future, that is, Chen Xiaotian. Old ghosts are not our opponents. When the time is, Wumen is ours!"

The middle-aged man in the face of the horse also laughed.

"Go, let's go up, join hands and take this kid, can't let him run!"

"Hey, take this kid and force him to ask about this fighting skill. Let this kid be so refreshed and let him know the consequences of robbing us of the blood of the dead."

The two men broke through the air, and the speed was extremely fast. They instantly fell to the peak where Huang Xiaolong was located. One after the other, they sandwiched Xiaolong in front and behind to prevent Huang Xiaolong from escaping.

After the two men fell down, they came over to Huang Xiaolong.

(There is one more in the evening)