The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 236 236. The Dark Hand
Taihao Zhenjun from Yashan showed up, and he was in the same camp as Han Chongzhi.

His body is full of solid sword energy, Tai Hao is a real sword repairer.

The rather unremarkable silver-white long sword in his hand flickered with cold light, but a large number of figures emerged.

Each of them is waving the sword in their hands, shooting out shocking sword energy, and performing extremely exquisite sword skills.

"Go back."

He was succinct.

Immediately after the arrival of Chu Yaoshan, hundreds of Yashan disciples also came to rescue at this moment, and they merged into the camp of Kunlun disciples. Outside the barrier, there were disciples of Shahun and Tianmo.

Han Chongzhi also spoke accordingly.

"This spiritual object is what my ancestor Kunlun Xuanji needs, do you really dare to take it?!"

Patriarch Xuanji!

True Monarch Silver Soul's complexion suddenly changed drastically, and his mind that had just won the battle was completely disrupted.

That is a monk who has half-stepped into the realm of longevity. His reputation has been established thousands of years ago.

As soon as he entered the Huashen, he entered the Demon Realm alone, beheaded three Huashen Demon Cultivators of the same realm, and retreated completely, taking advantage of the opportunity to break through the middle stage of Huashen.

The skill of Tianyang can be described as extremely terrifying, and it has left so many terrifying memories for the people of the Demon Realm.

Now that he has met Changsheng in half a step, who dares to touch his brow?
Immediately, the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator also became entangled.

He really never thought that the Tianyang Essence Jade from Kunlun was found for the ancestor Xuanji.

Even if he really snatched the marrow jade today, once he left the small world and returned to reality, he was turned into black ashes by the ancestor's Tianyang palm.

Not worth it.

But the black devil patriarch giggled, extremely sinister.

"Brother, we only have more than 100 years of life left. Do you think you can break through the realm of transforming gods?"

True Monarch Silver Soul fell silent.

The black devil patriarch continued.

"They have half a step to see longevity in Kunlun, don't you and I have sects?"

"If we go any further, you and I will both become gods, will the sect protect you and me?"

True Monarch Silver Soul loosened his tightly wrinkled brows.

That's right, anyway, if you can't break through the transformation of the gods, you will die if you run out of life energy, so it's better to give it a try.

If it is really possible to reach that realm.

Like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, the longevity has really skyrocketed, sitting at 3000 years old.

Who can't be tempted?
The silver fire mark between his eyebrows shone, and he folded his palms together, swipe up and down quickly, in the shape of a big circle, connecting end to end.

Silver traces instantly appeared everywhere it passed.

A circular array is formed.

There are countless mysterious and strange runes engraved inside.

Everyone has made a decision, and Han Chongzhi's expression is gloomy.

Chu Yaoshan came with a long silver sword in his hand, and countless phantoms emerged beside him, swiping out different exquisite sword moves one by one, and the terrifying sword energy condensed into a storm.

It seems that there are countless people swinging countless swords, but when you look closely, it is clear that there is only one person.

The black devil patriarch let out a hey hey, and immediately came to meet him.

This day, the black demon patriarch of the demon sect was wearing a black robe, covering himself tightly, and there was a mysterious aura all over his body.

He stretched out two hands from under the black robe.

The countless black air currents behind him turned into strips of black snakes, climbing towards them.

Two hands like white jade pinched the magic formula, and the snake with the magic power behind it turned into a huge boa constrictor in an instant, and the black body exuded billowing magic energy, almost eroding the surrounding air .

Taihao's figure was stable, and his swordsmanship was graceful. With one swing of the sword, there seemed to be a large amount of snow falling on the world, and the brilliance flashed, and it was full of frightening sword light.

But his eyes couldn't hide the worry.

The black devil patriarch can solve it, but it will take time.

And Han Chongzhi lost his physical body, and after the power of fireworks that burned his physical body receded, his strength had already been greatly reduced.

In addition, there is no physical body to support, and the soul without foundation can only inhabit the Nascent Soul. This Yinhun Zhenjun was born as a soul-shaking soul, and his magic method is precisely to restrain the ghost cultivation of the soul.

Sure enough, he gained the upper hand with his sword light, but the situation with Han Chongzhi was extremely difficult.

The disc outlined by True Monarch Silver Soul was pushed up by him in an instant, violently absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and a terrifying magic power was condensing.

Suddenly, Han Chongzhi felt a palpitation.

Gintama's complexion and eyes were quite cold, and there was a bit of color in it.

In the past, Han Chongzhi was only one step away from the God of Transformation, and his lifespan was also sufficient, but now he also fell to the end of his physical body, and now he is not even as good as himself.

The method of braking the soul, which specializes in conquering the soul!
"Braking Soul! Ming Prajna!"

Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the circular magic circle.

It has the shape of a human hand, but it is covered with white bone spurs, and the sharpness makes one's heart tremble.

This ghostly thing especially restrained the existence of the soul, and Han Chongzhi felt that within his Nascent Soul, the soul was infested by endless, seemingly unbreakable Yin Qi.

Constantly being obliterated.

With a thud in his heart, he made a tactic with both hands, and by burning part of the Nascent Soul, he activated the Samadhi Divine Wind again.

The yellow hurricane competed with the Sly Hand.

For a while, the Nascent Soul battlefield was evenly matched.

And the battlefield under Nascent Soul has just erupted.

Pei Xihe felt the damage of the protective shield, and sighed slightly, it was like the phoenix nirvana grass in the Hidden Realm, everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty.

Kunlun won the treasure, but he also lost strength. It is a good time to seize the treasure again. If he is greedy, the competition will not stop.

The scarlet runes behind him condensed, and a pair of wings condensed from the void, red with a cyan halo.

Her speed suddenly exploded to the extreme, and she dodged the magic power training of a golden core demon cultivator.

He was a little surprised, how a mere Foundation Establishment Eight Realm escaped his bombardment.

The Jinghong knife in Pei Xihe's hand had already been tightly held.

The handle of the knife was slightly cool, spiritual power was poured into it, and a few rays of light shone on the blade.

In an instant, she had already appeared behind the golden core demon cultivator.

Swinging a knife seems ordinary, just a simple slash, but the layers of dao rhyme on the blade are natural, with the unique overbearing killing intent of the knife.

When she stepped into Yuru Yucheng, the sword technique has entered a brand new realm.

The meaning of the knife is like thunder and thunderbolt, and it rings in the ears for a while, as if it shakes people's hearts and souls.

As soon as the sword was drawn, it was as if the aura between heaven and earth had been inexplicably commanded, and it was attacking here. With an omnipotent and omnipotent tense, thousands of nothingness knives were slashed at the neck of this demon cultivator. go.

This knife directly split his body protection method.

The purple thoughts between the eyebrows turned into seventeen needles and pierced into the Niwan Palace.

With a thud.

It was the sound of the neck being severed and blood splashing out.

Bang!
It was the Niwan palace bursting, and the sea of ​​consciousness was damaged.

I'm afraid he himself never thought that he, a real demon cultivator at the early stage of Jindan, would die so quickly, so understatement.

And suddenly, a black smoke tornado attacked and killed Pei Xihe!
(End of this chapter)