Too Early

The method of exerting the fruit and spirits consumes the hard-won innate aura. If he cultivates the innate aura that is stored in the body, the power of the fruit will be greatly reduced, and it will be even more difficult to kill the monster.

Just when Zhou Tiansheng faced this monster with some helplessness, he saw that Zhang Yang had brought a group of disciples and sneaked behind the blood red monster.

He can't change his face!

Zhang Yang’s face was excited, and he was hiding behind the monster. In the face of this week's law of protection, there is nothing to be dealt with, and there is no fear at all.

"This thing is just a thick skin and a resilience, so Zhou Huo Law has no way for him. If I open it a hole, stuff a lot of detonators from it and make a huge explosion. It is absolutely possible to kill it. This is a good opportunity for us to make a contribution!" Zhang Yang’s eyes are shining, and he is going to the Pioneer Camp.

The disciples of the other pioneer camps were somewhat cringe after listening to the words. Is this plan that Zhang Yang boss said really successful? How to sound it is not reliable, after all, this monster is not even the best way to protect the environment.

With their gang of fairy tales, can you deal with them?

However, they know Zhang Yang’s character. This boss is narrow-minded and famous. On the battlefield, if you disobey his decision, maybe you will kill you when you get the chance.

At this point, everyone looked at each other, clenched their teeth, and nodded.

"That's right, I will listen to my password and rush with me!"

In the palm of his hand, suddenly he was bright, and he actually got a sigh of instinct.

As soon as this sword appeared, it took the mighty will of the avenue, and it was already infinitely close to the Tao.

"This... the ancient Yunzitang Lord actually gave him a sigh of life!"

With the sharp-eyed man, I immediately recognized the breath of this life-flying sword. Isn’t it the spirit of the ancient Yunzitang master?

The ancient Yunzitang master is the master of the immortalization of the forty-nine rounds of Xianshu, and he has been infinitely close to the Tao.

This life Feijian is of course not the same.

Bangling, the tens of thousands of swords suddenly blasted the back of the desert and opened a sensible hole.

Other pre-teacher disciples, immediately according to the pre-publication, started the speed of the help under the foot, turned into a stream of light, the hands of the "initial" filled with the smell of pungent gunpowder packaged into a bundle.

Just about to cast the wound, but unexpectedly, in the wound of the monster, a strong black deadness was drilled.

Every dead air is turned into a smashing hand, and everyone who has come to attack is attacked.

Suddenly, apart from Zhang Yang’s departure, other disciples who were too early to learn were thrown away and quickly swallowed by the black gas into a dry sac.

Zhang Yang sucked a sigh of relief, and his heart secretly regretted the decision to rush to make a rush.

Although he is on the battlefield, he does not know how many scattered repairs have been killed. But after all, it is the absolute crush of strength, the real edge of life and death, he has never experienced it.

At this moment, he really experienced the power of the waste...

"No disciples, don't die!"

I saw the eleven young elite disciples in the early days, and I was swallowed up by the blood red monster in front of me. Zhou Tiansheng flashed and came to Zhang Yang and grabbed his collar.

Another flash, already on the battlefield, and then smashed him into the earth.

With a look of hatred and iron, he took a look at Zhang Yang, "Hurry and follow other disciples to leave this!"

He thought that this Yang is a personal thing, and it is worth giving him a high look. I didn't expect to have the qualifications of a gray disciple, but it was a fool who didn't know each other.

Greedy thoughts have harmed so many of the foundations of the future.

Devouring a dozen of early-teaching elite disciples, the entire body of the wilderness actually grew more than three feet.

It looks even more horrible.

In the face of such a monster, all the early teaching disciples have no confidence to win. However, the Zhou Huo Law is the main force of this battle. The Lord will not speak and no one will dare to leave.

Otherwise, they will escape from the battle, but they will be killed on the spot.

"Except for the two elders, the rest of them are leaving here, speed!" Zhou Tiansheng's voice is low, and there is a kind of seriousness in his voice.

Although the voice is low, it is as boring, and it is clearly introduced into the ears of every young disciple.

All the disciples suddenly became like a big man, and they started the speed of the gods that they had already prepared in their hands, and fled to the outside.

Suddenly, it looks like a fool, like a fool.

Yang Tian screamed, the big hand caught on the body, actually grabbed a piece of flesh mixed with countless black runes.

Every piece of flesh and blood leaves its body, and it has become a **** inscription that imprints countless mysteries and swearing like a rune.

Oh, countless blood inscriptions are shot in all directions.

As soon as these inscriptions were inserted into the earth, suddenly there was a black gas in the depths of the earth.

Countless black dead air, like a strip of black lines spread to the desert lightning.

In an instant, centered on the hill-like waste, the black line is the grain, and the **** inscription full of runes is bounded.

Formed a huge black space with a full range of hundreds of miles, a piece of blood-colored inscription shines red and dazzling light, like a **** barrier.

Several of them were superbly trained, and the youngest children who had the fastest speed in the valley, hit the **** barrier and screamed. The whole body was stuck by the blood.

Then there were countless blood-colored breaths that wrapped them up and then absorbed them into a dry man skin.

Seeing this scene of cruel and strange scenes, the early teaching disciples who want to rush out of this strange space cannot help but chill.

"This... this is a waste!"

When I saw this red and black, full of dead air, yin, and even the barriers can directly devour the strange space of human life, Zhou Tiansheng finally remembered a legend, can not help but blurt out, look stunned.

It is said that when the Yaozu Daxing, the Yaozu Emperor once created a number of powerful things, called the wild things.

When a wild animal is born, it is implicated in death and yin.

Among them, this kind of waste has a door-to-door call--a **** cage. It is said that a large number of opponents can be brought into this cage, and their flesh and blood can be turned into the nutrients they need and gain themselves.

In this **** cage, unless you kill the debris, it is difficult to escape.

In the age of ancient times, I don’t know how many strong people fell into the hands of the desert.

This legendary horror monster actually appeared in this world, Zhou Tiansheng a heart, has sunk into the bottom.

He did not have the confidence to kill the waste, but he was the master after all, and he was shouldered with the safety of thousands of disciples.

For the first time in Zhou Tian’s heart, there was a sway of his own strength.

Can you really defeat the legendary waste and bring all the disciples safely out?

No one was aware that in the corner of the crowd, there was a group of gray robe disciples.

This group of gray-robed disciples, when the beginning of the desert appeared, was brought to a safer and inconspicuous place by Qin Haoxuan.

When Zhou Tiansheng let everyone escape, only the team did not move. For this dry gray robe disciple, Qin Haoxuan is their day, Qin Haoxuan captain did not speak, Zhou Tiansheng protects the law even if it is a smashing scorpion, they will not move their ass.

"...penalty, thanks to what you just reminded." Qin Haoxuan was a bit grateful.

In fact, when Zhou Tiansheng let everyone escape, they were the first to prepare to escape. Moreover, the team led by Qin Haoxuan, almost all of them are in the 40th leaf of Xian Miaojing. If they really want to rush, it is definitely the fastest time for their team to escape.

It is also the most likely to hit the edge of the **** cage of the desert and is sucked into the adult.

At the crucial moment, fortunately, the penalty was reminded, so that everyone should not act rashly. Qin Haoxuan’s murderer’s gray-robed disciple did not move for a long time, and he was relieved.

"That is useful. If you don't kill this waste, you still can't escape." The prisoner stared at the waste in front of him, his brows locked, his eyes flashing, and his thoughts looked thoughtful.

Qin Haoxuan nodded and said yes, he didn't want to die here, and he didn't want to follow his two-year-old brothers, and he taught so many young elites to die here. He must find a way to dry up the waste.

The legendary monsters do not allow everyone to have a little bit of care.

Although, this magical thing is certainly not as strong as the legendary real 'wild', but after all, it is rumored.

Chi refining and Xia Ming did not dare to have any scorn, and joined forces with Zhou Tiansheng to force together!

In the sky, the swords are swaying, and the avenues of the roads are full of breath, such as the long day of Changhong in the desert. However, after the desert appeared for a while, it became more and more wise, and the endless death of the body turned into a black armor. There are countless fine and sly faces on the armor. These faces are painful and screaming, and they are all corpses that have been swallowed by the scent of blood.

The corpse does not have the wisdom, but it has always lived in pain and arrogance. When it appears, it screams. In the twinkling of an eye, the entire battlefield seems to have fallen to the ghostly sorrowful field.

"Brushing brush!"

The black sneaky scorpion is constantly torn apart by the sword, exposing the endless death and corpse in the body of the desert.

Qin Haoxuan has been observing the wilderness in the dark. www.readwn.com~ When the red smelt used the scent of the scent of the avenue, and once again cut off the flesh and blood of the desert, he suddenly saw the flesh and blood, there is a whole body Blood red, face, but three-inch long short soul.

The little soul was very alert. He even noticed that Qin Haoxuan was staring at it. He also looked back at Qin Haoxuan and immediately fell into the body of the desert.

"It... There is a blood red in the body of the waste, like a little thing of a ghost boy!" Qin Haoxuan had a sharp eye, and after seeing the things inside, he whispered his own discovery.

"I just saw..." The penalty provoked a thumbs up for Qin Haoxuan. The body of this 'wild' is full of black and dead. Only the sorcerer from the secluded magic world can make it easier to deal with the dead man every day. I found the red soul of the 'wild' body. The ordinary cultivator wants to find it difficult to go to the sky. Maybe the ability to teach at the beginning of the day can be found. If Qin Haoxuan is not a boulder book in the same year, he has more dark leaves, and it is hard to find it.

boom!

Elder Xia Ming’s sword broke out, and the ‘wild’ did not evade. Waiting for the last moment of the flying sword, its hands suddenly opened! The palm of the hand emits a black Van Gogh rune, and a burst of demon light is caught in the air! The blood cloud in the air actually condenses into a steel, and it flashes with runes, like a huge **** mountain peak, which pushes the weather waves and squats on the elder Xia Ming.

"The wild demon!" saw this scene, Zhou Tiansheng on the battlefield with the punishment, exclaimed at the same time.

The waste does not know what is going on, and it becomes more and more fascinating after the reintegration of the soul. Now even the "wild black magic" will be used.

The ancient demon can use the spirit of the heavens and the earth, purely use the power of the heavens and the earth by their own power, or move the mountains to catch the sea, or to take the sun and the moon, all kinds of supernatural powers are called "wild black magic" by future generations.