Taiyi's name Whirlwind Old Monster has not been heard of by a few people, which is originally normal.
The distribution of the upper class can never be understood without a certain level.
Like a beggar, he will never understand what the concept of the emperor's imperial meal is.
However, at this time, Huixin's condition made them also stunned, she was born with wings and incarnated into tens of millions, does she really want to become an immortal After all, their hearts have been tempered a lot, and they quickly reacted.
"Huixin's breath has not yet reached the level of immortals."
The Whirlwind Monster nodded secretly.
"Well, her aura has skyrocketed so much, it should have something to do with the armor on her body."
The one-armed old monster's gaze kept staring at the armor on Huixin's body, and he pondered.
"It's enough, this breath is almost close to the Nine Stars, this girl is so blessed."
The hairy old monster nodded in satisfaction.
"Hehe, you have forgotten someone, you must know that Huixin has always been with Guo Ming, so are the two of them brothers and sisters" The whirlwind old monster suddenly remembered something, and said hurriedly.
"Don't say it, it's really possible."
The other two old monsters looked at each other, then nodded.
Death's scythe shattered the void and pointed at Huixin's eyebrows.
It was just an instant that he broke through the limit of heaven and earth, and the strict killing machine tightly locked Huixin's body.
With a finger of Hui Xin's hand, a light finger sword sent out, colliding with the Death Scythe.
Like a drop of water encountered by a long sword, the Death Scythe emitted a buzzing sound, and its speed was still slightly affected.
But for the monks, the effect of this little bit was indeed fatal.
The wings behind Huixin trembled slightly, and the airflow around him suddenly seemed to be swallowed by a whale, and Huixin's whole person quickly turned into a black dot and flew to a distant time and space, and the speed was extremely fast.
At such a fast speed, everyone only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and the wisdom level disappeared from sight.
Wuji also changed color, and sneered: "It's just a surface, you really think it's a high god."
No one responded to him, because Huixin seemed to fly away into the sky in an instant.
He took a step with his right foot, and just as he took the second step, his face couldn't help but change wildly, because at some point, a huge formation was enveloped around his body, and all the veins in the void were activated in an instant.
Mysterious spells, ancient prophecies, were activated in an instant, and immediately flooded his body.
"Supreme Flying Immortals, Unity."
A punchline rang out.
Wuji's face changed in shock, he laid nine layers of defense on his body in a row, but it was still torn apart by the manic energy, and then his battle armor, his soft armor, his body.
With a bang, Wuji's body burst open in place, turning into a puddle of pus and blood.
Everyone was shocked.
Is this the power of the gods, who can kill the arrogant and invincible Wuji with one blow?
They stared blankly at the puddle of pus and blood, and their hearts stirred.
The two sides have been fighting fiercely since they met, and the magic powers displayed have never been heard of or seen.
Not only did it open their eyes, but it also made them understand the real gap between the two sides.
A world apart.
The strong people of the younger generation have really grown up, and even the strong people of the older generation have to let the virtuous go.
Among the many heroes, Xuanyuan Xin, who was wearing a golden dragon coat and stepping on the auspicious clouds and heavenly boots, had a bad face, and the combat effectiveness between the two sides had made him a little frightened.
These two people are too terrifying, and they all show immortal-level supernatural powers.
Of course, he was not afraid, even though his father was not an immortal, but the path he took was not exactly his father's path, but his own way.
It's just that he sees the growth potential of the two, and he will definitely become his competitor in the future.
On his way to cut the road, Guo Ming was originally the only one who could be his opponent.
Now that the two of them appeared again, he suddenly felt some pressure.
With a loud bang, a huge space-time void appeared, and Huixin appeared in the air covered in blood, coughing up blood in her gulp, and a hole appeared in her shoulder, which was constantly dripping with blood.
Her face was a little pale, and her forehead was covered with layers of fine beads of sweat.
At the same time, there was another thud, and a blood-colored scythe appeared on top of the pile of pus, letting out an angry roar.
It seems to have human emotions, and it feels a great shame to see its owner being bombarded and killed.
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The pile of pus and blood suddenly had a spirituality, like a clay figure, constantly adjusting and changing its body, and soon formed a complete human form.
When the blood flashed, the human form turned into the original form of Wuji, his face was pale, and his whole body was even weaker, his right hand grabbed it, held the sickle, sensed the meaning expressed above, and snorted coldly, "Remember that you are just my weapon, I am in charge of my affairs, and I don't need you to arrange it." ” The tip of the knife pointed directly, and Wuji said coldly: "I said it, you can't kill me." ” "There's a limit to everything, and I don't believe you'll ever be able to come back to life."
Huixin temporarily suppressed the wound, and a strand of hair fell down, blocking her eyes, but the hair still couldn't stop the sharpness and coldness of her eyes.
"I can't do it, can you do it again, since you are bent on death, I can't say that I want to cast a forbidden spell."
Wuji glanced at the blood-colored scythe in his hand, then resolutely raised the hilt and plunged it into his chest.
There was a gurgling sound, the sound of a scythe swallowing blood.
The blood on Wuji's face dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the scythe on his chest bloomed brighter and brighter.
The Grim Reaper had no other weapon than a spiritualist scythe in his hand.
But the sickle has thousands of magical powers, and every move and style is enough to seduce the soul.
Now that Wuji wants to use his forbidden powers, how strong should he be.
A sound sounded, and a sound of killing permeated the scene.
There was nothing in the field, but all the monks clearly saw the thousands of troops slaughtered.
That's the brilliance of momentum, that's iron-blooded heroism.
The sound of the piano is agitated, if the demons are dancing, if the kings are vying for power.
In the bloody era, there was no peace, only endless killing.
Huixin was focused and played with all her heart. yes The hairband on Wuji's head automatically collapsed, and the whole person was crazy, and let out a terrible scream, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, like Zigui crying blood.
The words are heart-wrenching, and the sentences are sad.
The crowd looked at him, and they clearly felt that they saw a lonely tomb and indescribable desolation.
But in their hearts, they all knew that one of the fiercest battles had begun.
The second more has been changed, rest and sleep.
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