Thank you for the reward from the basket and the penguin chief, thank you The Thirteen Evils' faces were extremely ugly, and his mind made a decision in an instant, he already knew that he had been fooled, and he had terminated his immortal slave contract and planted the Soul Fixing Worm, but it was just to appease him and ask him to obey them, and the other party had no intention of letting him leave safely at all.
As soon as he gritted his teeth, the anger that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time was released, his spiritual power was no longer restricted by the immortal power, the humiliation he had received from the immortals, groveling in front of the immortals, and the fact that he just wanted to be free and retreat in the wasteland couldn't do it, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his heart, and the spiritual power in his body had exploded.
The right hand was raised directly, and the whole body was filled with blue light in an instant, and with the lifting of the right hand, the blue light of the whole body flowed and rushed to his right hand, making his right hand all turn cyan.
"Chop" The thirteen evils shouted, their eyes were cold and awe-inspiring, and the full force of the blow under the anger in the later stage of refining was so powerful, like a spring thunder blooming, a cyan long knife flew out from the palm of his right hand, and when he rushed out, he took away all the green light on his palm.
A cyan knife-shaped rainbow seemed to bloom in mid-air, dozens of meters long, facing the black handprints pressed down in mid-air, as if there was vitality under the clouds, and with a single slash, the huge black handprints in mid-air were broken.
"Huh" The cyan long knife is like a broken bamboo, the clouds around the long knife are churning, the black shadow is sufficient, and when it is close to the long knife, it turns into cyan smoke and drills into the cyan long knife, the blue light of the long knife not only has not faded, but the brilliance is gradually flourishing, and it is clear that the spiritual power of the wood system has turned into a cyan long knife, turning the surrounding dead air into vitality.
With this blow, the Thirteen Demons almost used eighty percent of their strength, and the sword shadow above his head roared, he had already looked at Song Chensha, his face was full of murderous intent, and the blue light of his whole body was full again, and he opened his mouth and spit out a cyan blade.
As soon as this cyan blade came out, it was only the size of a projectile, and a thick vitality suddenly appeared around it, at this time, the sword qi inspired by Song Chensha had just cut off the head of the black dragon, and so the vitality spread past, and the head and body of the black dragon fell down and slowly approached, and the brilliance of life appeared in the sloppy eyes of the dragon head.
The cyan blade's exit increased rapidly, and it was more than a foot long in an instant, and the thirteen evils had a hideous look on their faces, which was completely different from the breath of life emitted by the cyan blade, and the eyes that looked at Song Chensha were full of murderous intent.
"Chop" The thirteen evil sacrifices the natal magic weapon, the second time he drank it, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and the air seemed to be able to see the spread of sound waves, which was the spiritual power in the loud shout, and the air was spreading outward.
"Okay, this is the courage that a cultivator in the late stage of refining should have, today is really an eye-opener" The light voice could be heard clearly in the angry shouting, and when the thirteen evil fingers poured the spiritual power of the whole body into the cyan blade, Ling Qianqing actually opened his mouth and praised.
The Thirteen Demons were a little suspicious in their hearts, but their movements did not slow down, and when they saw Song Chensha's face solemn, the golden sword in his hand stepped forward.
The cyan blade had already struck towards the sword body, and he sneered in his heart, no matter how powerful the immortal weapon is, it depends on who it falls on, Song Chensha is no longer able to urge the immortal weapon, not any cultivation can urge the immortal weapon, the immortal weapon will squeeze out the spiritual power in his body, and if the spiritual power is insufficient, he will fill it with flesh and blood.
Only then did he look at Ling Qianqing sharply, since he had made a move, he would no longer show mercy to his subordinates, Ling Qianqing's life would be left behind, and her and Song Chensha's cultivation would also be left Ling Qianqing looked at the Thirteen Evils, she had been waiting, waiting for the Thirteen Evils to stimulate most of the spiritual power in her body, and all the attacks fell on Song Chensha's moment, waiting for him to be complacent, the spiritual power in his body surging out, and the subsequent moment of emptiness, the time of this moment was faster than the blink of an eye, and the spiritual power within the Yuan Ying would be replenished into the empty meridians in an instant, but after all, there would be a moment of blankness.
Her light voice attracted the attention of the Thirteen Evils, and at the same time, within her right eye, a delicate three-color flower quietly bloomed, the petals trembled slightly, and the breath of death quietly met the sight of the Thirteen Evils.
The collision between the cyan blade and the golden sword body seemed to stop, and the breath of life that bloomed with the blue light above his head also stopped, there was no roar, no loud noise, but there was a moment of death breath, which was reflected in the eyes of the thirteen evils at this moment.
The soul of the thirteen evils suddenly let out a faint sigh, and the scenes from birth to cultivation to soaring to the front of him suddenly all flashed from his mind, and that scene was clearly an extremely long process, but in such an instant, he experienced it again, and his soul trembled violently and slightly in his heart, and the two contradictory opposite feelings were so abrupt.
What is the purpose of this life's struggle, such as lonely and boring meditation, fighting with demon beasts and monks, humiliating acceptance of the identity of an immortal slave for the advancement of cultivation, and then, continue to repeat this process.
His soul suddenly ached, it was a pain acting in the depths of his soul, and his consciousness suddenly woke up in this pain, and a strange three-colored petal in front of him was magnifying.
The spiritual power frantically swam through the meridians of the whole body, and the remaining will instantly recovered, and the image of the moment before the death of the immortal slave in the early stage of refining appeared in his mind.
The spiritual power in the meridians surged into the palm, his palm had been raised, he didn't see it, his palm was raised, and it was just imprinted on a Qianqian jade hand, that palm was so weak and petite, it was completely enveloped by his big hand.
The aura gushed out, but the body did not retreat as expected, and there was only the strange three-color petals in his sight, the petals vibrated as if they were moisturized, and they were gradually expanding, and the color was becoming more and more delicate, and the core of the flower was also trembling slightly, as if it was exuding some kind of joy.
His body was gradually committed, and his life merged into the delicate tricolor flower.
The cyan blade collided on the golden sword body, and Song Chensha's body flew backwards along the sword momentum, but the cyan blade suddenly stopped and was suspended in the air blankly.
The cyan long knife on the top of his head also disappeared suddenly, and the black handprint turned into a dark cloud and was beckoned to be withdrawn by Song Chensha, the rich breath of life stagnated, and the head of the Jiaolong head and the body that were about to be connected were just a little bit apart, and the light of life flowed from the head of the Jiaolong skull, and fell heavily to the ground with the body of their owner.
Song Chensha grabbed the cyan blade with his hand, put it into the storage bracelet, and looked at Ling Qianqing's back calmly, Ling Qianqing stood in mid-air, the breeze blowing her long skirt and hair, and the skirt danced.
The real purpose of the trip to the wasteland has just begun, killing three birds with one stone at the same time, the betrayal and death of the immortal slave in the refining period is only the beginning, and the appearance of the red crown eagle just provides a good excuse.
The three spiritual fires covered up all the evidence, and the Thirteen Evils were like the previous cultivators in the early stage of refining the void, as if they had never appeared in this world. , monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation.
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