Virtue is Abundant

There is a monster entrenched on the top of the palace.

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This is a huge spider with a human face all over its body.

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It has eight symmetrical eyes, neatly arranged in the front section of the head, opening and closing from time to time, observing the surrounding situation.

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"We need to solve the battle as soon as possible. It has eaten too many souls and is evolving." Bai Hu said.

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"Evolution... what will happen?" Wu Xiaode asked.

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"Have you seen those green silk threads?" Bai Hu said.

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I saw the belly of the soul's mourner sticking out two slender short feet, twisting and twisting back and forth, weaving looming green long threads.

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"I see." Wu Xiaode said.

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"This is a higher-order spider thread. When it evolves, those threads will become webs, covering it in all directions, and it will find anything that gets close." Bai Hu said.

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"That's really troublesome..." Wu Xiaode murmured.

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At this moment, he and Baihu stood on a street corner several hundred meters away, squatting on a towering tree with luxuriant branches, looking at the monster on the palace from afar—

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The mourner of the soul.

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"Our distance should be out of its attack range." Wu Xiaode asked.

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"At a distance of nearly 400 meters, as long as it's not aimed at us, it won't hit us." Bai Hu said.

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"very good."

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Wu Xiaode's mind moved.

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A pair of magic hands suddenly appeared in the void.

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"How to fight?" Bai Hu asked.

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"Which of the ghosts I collected just now can deal with this devil spider?" Wu Xiaode asked.

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"You can hurt it together, but you have to remember that it is actually a 'Death God', and you can activate the 'Death God' ability to fight at any time. If that's the case, the damage to it by these ghosts is nothing." Baihu explained seriously.

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"What about in its body?" Wu Xiaode asked.

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"What?" Bai Hu thought he didn't hear clearly.

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"I said - if you enter its body and attack, can you kill it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

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"...In the body, then the various monsters we collected just now can kill him." Bai Hu said.

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"I'll try." Wu Xiaode said.

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"How to try? Could it be that you can transform into a male magic spider?" Bai Hu asked with interest.

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"What are you thinking?" Wu Xiaode asked in confusion.

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"you are not--"

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"Ah, so you're not right."

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"You're wrong, what did you mean just now?"

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"That's what it means."

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Wu Xiaode stood still on the branch, and the two magic hands quietly fell, staying in front of the white tiger.

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"Put the ghost on it." Wu Xiaode said.

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"...The place is too small to stand enough." Bai Hu said.

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"They're all monsters. Pick the one with a lot of strength and size to stand at the bottom, and put the others on top of each other." Wu Xiaode said.

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"Try it." Bai Hu said helplessly.

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A five-meter-long two-horned human-headed deer-body monster was released. The front two feet stepped on one devil's hand, and the back two feet were close together, and also stepped on the other devil's hand.

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"Keep your balance, don't move, and continue to let go of ghosts." Wu Xiaode said.

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The White Tiger summoned a group of winged demons and made them all squat on the backs of the human-headed and deer-shaped monsters, and then summoned all the snakes and demons, all of which hung on the pair of horns.

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The humanoid monsters occupy the buttocks of the deer monsters. In order to save space, they hug each other and pose in various poses like juggling, layer upon layer.

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At the neck of the deer-bodied monster, a magic ape directly hugged its neck, and its feet were grabbed by the second magic ape.

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The monster with a human head and a deer body shook its body.

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"What happened to it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

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"It's too full, your hands are shaking a little bit, it's a little hard to balance." Bai Hu said.

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"Then I'll let the magic hand fly a little more steadily."

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Wu Xiaode made a gesture.

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The two demonic hands immediately supported the deer-body demon and all kinds of demons that were coiled dozens of meters high on its back, and flew towards the soul mourner with a slow and firm attitude.

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It flew for a full four minutes.

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Under the shroud of the magic fog, the monster finally flew to the top of the magic spider.

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The fog filled the air.

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It is shapeless and intangible, and it is released all over, even covering the souls of those who pray for the dead.

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"Attack?" Baihu asked.

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"I'll go first, then you, are you ready?" Wu Xiaode said.

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"Ready." Bai Hu said.

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Wu Xiaode stared at the soul praying for the dead, and his mind moved——

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I saw the two magic hands in the air disappeared.

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They appeared directly on the back of the huge magic spider, hugged together, and pointed their fingertips down, forming a dark black sword shadow out of thin air!

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As a pair of dirty hands, they can attack Wu Xiaode themselves.

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Such as Iron Wire Fist, Feng Xue Du Xing's swordsmanship, and Changyue Shuying's swordsmanship.

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It's just that Wu Xiaode didn't fully grasp "Changyue Shuying".

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Therefore, this style of swordsmanship was fully displayed in a prototype——

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But its power cannot be underestimated!

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The soul praying for the dead was concentrating on weaving the long green thread, when a black sword shadow suddenly appeared on his back.

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Suddenly caught off guard, the sword shadow cut a deep hole on its back like a swift thunder.

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The two magic hands disappeared.

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"Uh-"

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The soul's prayer for death broke out with a cry full of pain.

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However, it didn't have time to do anything other than chirping, and those ghosts fell down one after another.

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Those few devil snakes first drilled into its flesh and blood and swam towards the depths of the body.

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Then there are all kinds of bugs.

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As soon as they fell into the wound, they immediately began to bite the flesh of the wound.

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At this time, the human head and deer body demon fell.

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It burrowed into the Nerubian's body, rolled frantically, and threw out all the remaining monsters, sticking to the flesh and blood and destroying it with all its might.

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The magic spider tried to deploy layers of defense several times, but it was so painful that it twitched and rolled down from the roof of the palace.

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However, a voice suddenly sounded in its body:

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"Such a shameless sneak attack, it must be you, the owner of the ability to die."

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——This is the voice of the **** of death!

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Wu Xiaode tightly closed his mouth and didn't say a word.

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When the **** of death is attached to an ordinary human officer, it can exert a terrifying combat power on the human body.

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Now it is possessed by powerful monsters!

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Once it finds its position, you may not be able to block its attack.

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He patted the white tiger.

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Without any hesitation, the white tiger pressed his paw toward the void—

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Boom!

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More ghosts appeared, circled in the silent magic fog, and attacked it from behind the magic spider!

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"It's useless, death is just the beginning of the power of this demonic body..."

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The voice of the **** of death sounded from the belly of the demon spider.

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It didn't defend at all, just hunted ghosts one by one.

The battle begins to descend into a one-sided slaughter.

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But since the spider is not fortified, ghosts can also cause some damage to it.

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Plus the shocking wound behind it—

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The whole body of the soul's prayer for death began to turn gray.

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"It's going to die." Wu Xiaode said.

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"But it doesn't care about it," Bai Hu said in a deep sigh, "It's not afraid of death at all. After it dies, it should still be able to use all the power of that magic spider, and even add its power as a 'God of Death'."

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"Don't think so much, it doesn't know your existence, ready-"

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Wu Xiaode reminded: "When it dies, see if it can turn the spider into a ghost."

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"En." The white tiger stared at the magic spider.

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a moment.

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The giant spider turned completely gray.

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It entered the dying hour!

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The white tiger jumped off the tree and ran towards the magic spider quickly.

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——We must grab that last moment!

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The voice of the **** of death is like a howling wind, spreading far away:

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"As I said, death means nothing to me. I can increase all the combat power in this body several times."

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"Get out and die!"

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The voice fell.

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Green silk threads swept away from the demon spider, sweeping and spreading in all directions.

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A huge funnel-shaped spider web array was formed.

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All the ghosts that were moving around were stuck by this spider web and could no longer attack.

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When Baihu saw this, he immediately retreated dozens of meters.

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"Damn, its vitality is about to be completely cut off, but the power of the Death God is on that spider web, I dare not go up!"

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It sounded anxiously.

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Wu Xiaode looked at the soul praying for the dead, and saw that its whole body was covered with dead gray, its limbs curled up into a ball, and it was almost motionless.

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——Isn’t this just about to die?

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But the skills it unleashes are even more powerful.

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Perhaps Death himself didn't realize that this move successfully prevented the white tiger from competing with it for control of its body.

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No, we have to find a way to get the white tiger closer.

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It's about everything!

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Method--

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any idea?

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only one!

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Wu Xiaode's expression became solemn, and bursts of killing intent radiated from his heart.

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When he made up his mind—

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Bronze arms began to appear in the void.

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They lined up in groups and flew in the direction of the giant magic spider.

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"Bai, as soon as I shoot, you will immediately control the body of the magic spider."

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Wu Xiaode transmitted his voice.

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Bai Hu shook his head and sighed: "What are you going to attack? It's useless, it's really powerful, it doesn't have any—"

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It didn't say anything.

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Because a strange wave began to appear in the void.

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The power driven by this wave made Bai Hu stand still in shock.

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The **** of death was also aware of it, and said disdainfully:

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"Is that the swordsmanship just now? It's just one more wound. It's completely useless to me!"

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Wu Xiaode pursed his lips and said nothing.

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——It was indeed the swordsmanship just now.

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But not one hand, but a thousand hands!

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It's like a lot of things.

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for example--

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An ant, no one cares.

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What about a group of cannibal ants?

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Quantitative changes will turn into qualitative changes in silence.

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Just like this sword pose!

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Although this move consumes all soul power, it has an unimaginable power.

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Wu Xiaode carefully released the power of the move that he had mastered, and made everything appear one after another.

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a moment.

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He closed his eyes slightly and whispered:

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"Recalling the past when drinking on the Noon Bridge,

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Sitting in the middle is mostly heroic.

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The long ditch flows silently,

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In the sparse shadow of apricot blossoms,

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Play the flute until dawn. "

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Before he finished speaking, the Book of the Undead was suddenly opened, revealing lines of small words on ice crystals:

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"You have adjusted Qianshou to a violent killing state."

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"All soul power is exhausted."

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"Attention, you are about to release that sword technique!"

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The void suddenly dissipated.

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In the endless fog, densely packed bronze hands stood in mid-air, arranged in a long row, surrounding the entire sky of the palace.

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All the bronze hands point as swords.

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One after another sword qi rose up from the metal fingers, whistled and cut through the air, and circled, connected, and intersected with each other in the sky.

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The whole sky turned cyan.

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——There is no end to the blue color, and there is no end to the sword energy.

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This is the boundless sea of ​​sword energy!

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Even if the soul power is not enough to use this sword, but by virtue of the overlapping of a thousand swords, all the imperfections can be integrated in the fusion of each other, and the basic power of this move is barely possessed.

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Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and tried his best to roar:

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"Behead me!

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! "

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The sky shook.

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All the green lights converged into a majestic sword shadow that penetrated the sky and the earth, volleying towards the giant spider on the ground.

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The voice of the **** of death came from the body of the magic spider:

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"You don't want to deal with me, I'm—"

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The sky and the earth flashed~www.readwn.com~ The shadow of the sword fell like a flowing moon, turning into scattered shadows.

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The world became silent.

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The wind was like a turbulent current, blowing away the entire palace and all the surrounding buildings.

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The soul praying for the death tried his best to release the green silk thread, which condensed into a large flexible shield out of thin air.

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It wasn't until then that the sound of the sword that cut everything broke out.

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Boom!

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The earth turned into gravel, and all the ruins of buildings flowed back to the sky like a waterfall.

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At this moment, the big shield of the magic spider looks ridiculous.

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It only lasted for less than a second and then collapsed.

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The demon spider let out a high-pitched scream.

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It seemed to have gone through a thousand cuts, and its flesh and blood flowed back towards the sky along with the sword energy.

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"Bai! Take this time!"

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Wu Xiaode roared loudly.

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"I am coming!"

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With a roar of filial piety, the white tiger rushed forward, jumped high, lay on the skeleton of the magic spider, opened its mouth and bit the skeleton of the magic spider fiercely.

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The art of ghosts—

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Activate!

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