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Chapter 611 The turbidity reaches the sea even more violently (please subscribe!)

Cold wind and rain, mist and mist.

In the extreme depths of the open sea, for a long time, the incarnation of the old conch saint just stood there quietly, quietly flashing for a moment, watching Tao Zhou Zifa engulfed by the five-color torrent, watching his body collapse by itself Annihilation, even until seeing that the extremely voluminous blood melted in the open sea, the trace of the plague was completely gone.

But it may be a purely psychological effect, the incarnation of the old conch saint, at this time, still feels that there are still five plagues and five poisons in the dense mist of water vapor that cannot be dissipated.

The aura of disease and pestilence seems to be everywhere, no matter how thin it is, all the places where there is aura of spiritual light are the hotbeds for its growth and accumulation.

But when Lao Luo Sheng's majestic thoughts and ideas are induced, what his spiritual sense can sense is only the aura itself.

It seems that the plague does not exist, but the old snail is scaring himself.

But the more he thinks about it, the more intense the feeling of sickness and plague grows in his mind, and it becomes more and more intense, almost like there are thousands of sharp blades as thin as a cow's hair , constantly cutting in my mind, itching, numbness, pain, so I feel more and more restless.

It seems that the kind of sickness that disappears into the invisible has become his own heart disease at this moment.

Or maybe it's just scaring yourself.

But the old snail couldn't help being careless.

For such a long time, the old snail sage, who claimed to have seen the qi of the heaven and the earth, was the first time in his life to see such a strange and terrifying poisonous qi. In the past, this world had never appeared before. Through such a vicious poisonous spirit.

The unknown often means unpredictable.

Therefore, in the same place, I repeatedly sensed the square inch of the body, and tirelessly looked inside to observe my Zhoutian meridian, qi, blood and muscles.

After a long time, the incarnation of the old conch sage still seemed suspicious, but in the end he at least confirmed the fact that he had never sensed such a sickness from the internal and external circles.

It probably doesn't exist anymore.

So, after repeated deliberations, Lao Luosheng decided not to linger in this land that made him more and more uncertain.

Almost instantly, the figure of the old conch saint collapsed on its own, and the aura of dust spread like a river of heaven, wrapping around the pagoda of nine stacks of conch shells, and it rose straight into the sky in an instant , the bright light on the magic weapon flourished, and in the end there was only a bright light, which broke through the sky and went away.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

In a very brief moment, suddenly, in the extreme depths of the outer sea, in the blood-colored suspension that originally illuminated the nine-fold altar, the wrathful aura that belonged to the old conch saint himself suddenly exploded.

Everything that the incarnation has experienced is under the control of Luo Sheng at this moment.

Furthermore, because of the source of his own magic weapon and even the knife that cut off his own Daoguo Yaodan, it completely aroused the true anger of the old snail!
How this catastrophe has not yet taught people to see the situation clearly.

But at this moment, I have cut off the background and magic power of several years of hard work out of thin air!
This is a very bad omen, enough to teach the old conch saint to be violent for no reason.

But almost at the same time, at the same time when the furious flames of the old conch saint had already soared into the sky, far away, above the hanging wall, separated by almost the entire vast sea, was the figure of Zong Lao Among the vast clouds.

At this moment, with the swaying of the flag in Zong Lao's hand, the overlapping talisman and seal patterns were revealed, extending into a large array of geomantic omens.

At the same time, the figure of the host of Baihua rose steadily, and stood beside the elder Zong almost instantly. When he raised his hand, the evil spirit of Baihua whirled and turned into a dark golden color in an instant. The silk thread is suddenly and without stagnation connected with the various dharma bodies of the elder Zong.

In an instant, all these supreme magic circles overlapped each other, and in just an instant, it was like setting up an altar to offer sacrifices in the air, wrapped in a lot of dark energy, and anchored in the old conch saint's place almost in an instant .

In fact, before Chu Weiyang hurriedly left the Hanging Wall under Zhu Xiu's watchful eyes, anyone could guess the general direction of the events that moved Chu Weiyang's figure.

Therefore, almost in an instant, all the monks who still had enough time, even if they were still in the process of fighting, all separated their minds and shone into the depths of the open sea through the empty hole.

If it is because the distance is too far away, whether it is Xiao Yuluo's escape or the silent pursuit of the old snail saint incarnation, they are all separated by layers of fog and rain. The words that Zhuxiu felt.

Then, just a few breaths after Chu Weiyang's figure disappeared, when the golden bodies of the three Dharma figures rose into the sky bathed in the gilded divine glow, and then engulfed the torrential vortex of vitality, and even revealed the majestic peak of the sky. phase.

Everything that happened after that was reflected in Zhuxiu's gaze, including the moment when Chu Weiyang's figure fell, and then Xiao Yuluo was rescued, all of which were captured by everyone at the Golden Core Realm. According to the monk's cave.

Why is there still something about the female monks of Baihualou here?

Before Zhuxiu could have any thoughts about it, in that flash, the three dharma bodies suddenly fought against the incarnation of the old snail saint, and then suddenly ended under the successive collapses and the two slashes of the snail sage.

This is almost the shortest mutual attack in the field of Jindan monks in this open sea catastrophe.

But the shock caused by the result is far better than the death of any great transformation monster and golden core monk.

At this moment, no one thought about how much Chu Weiyang spent in order to achieve this flash. They only saw a monk who was supposed to be in the realm of the Nine Alchemy Embryo. Shengsheng slashed twice at the origin of a big demon who was standing at the peak of the golden core realm, and it was the two swords that really caught the hunt!

This is far more shocking than Chu Weiyang driving Song Qingxi's little half-true spirit to imprison and control Song Qingxi in the near sea. It is too much, too much!
So this is the "ultimate killing technique" of the True Form Dao?

Poison and evil spirit can achieve such a scene, what if Lei Fa?What about fire method?if……

Thinking about it this way, it seems that each of the Taos has various magical effects, and even many great monks in the Golden Core realm are immersed in it. What if I gather more power of the Golden Core Dao Fruit into it?When it is necessary, can it be turned into a trump card for killing at the cost of lowering the cultivation base and foundation?

And after seeing these things, the young scholar among the crowd suddenly turned around and looked at Uncle Shang who was standing on the Hanging Wall.

Originally, the appearance of the majestic figure was enough to make the young scholar's heart tremble. Even though this technique has been transformed and sublimated into the realm of the true form by Chu Weiyang, the young scholar still sees that it is related to the dharma body. Traces of Taoism with Xiangshen.

This is the sublimation of the great way!
And when those majestic shapes are all reflected in the depths of the open sea, even when the old snail sage had to kill himself for it, all the appearances and experiences of fighting skills are like a young scholar involuntarily thinking of it. The Xumi World Wind of the past.

It was also because of this that when the young scholar turned back to look at Uncle Shang, finally, Uncle Shang, who had been standing on the Hanging Wall for a long time and refused to take half a step into the open sea, finally sighed for no reason.

It was as if he had made a decision that was far more prudent and dignified than what he had experienced in the past, and then, under the gaze of the young scholar, he rose step by step, and suddenly, he was standing in the open sea In the vast mist, he stood near the young scholar.

It's just that in this moment, few of the cultivators in the outer sea paid attention to the change of Shang Bo's figure.

They all felt the sudden vigor emerging from the bloody light in the depths of the open sea, and then felt the same vigorous vigor accompanied by the mutual unity between Zong Lao and Baihua Louzhu, which was far better than that. The snail saint who was far away from the sky.

Although, compared to the flash moment just now, with the help of the pagoda seal pattern, Dao Zhouzi's altar sacrifice method can tightly and firmly anchor the origin of the old snail saint, but at this moment, the elder Zong can only do so in a vague way. The outline anchors Luosheng's luck.

But along with Zong Lao's setting up an altar to sacrifice, what emerges together is the strong death energy that has been suppressed by Zong Lao's Jindan Daoguo for a long time!

Almost everyone in the world will always forget one thing from time to time, Zong Lao is a person who has survived the limit of his life!
No one could have imagined how the elder Zong used his golden core and dao fruit to suppress the overwhelming vitality, and then showed his current cultivation and combat power again!

But at this moment, with the help of Lord Baihua, the tip of the iceberg that Zong Lao had kept for a long time was revealed.

And almost instantly, in the distance, Luo Sheng's soaring cultivation aura suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Compared with the unpredictable poisonous evil spirit, it is obvious that the old conch saint is more afraid of death spirit itself.

After all, he is also an old monster who has been through the world for a long time. His cultivation base has been shaken, and he can still practice it back, but if his lifespan is lost, it may be difficult to turn around.

This is a real threat, a threat that Jiao Laoluosheng has to treat with caution.

So, at the same time, standing on the nine-fold altar, Mother Ray and Old Kui changed their expressions slightly at almost the same time, as if they were about to say something.

And in this flash, the meaning behind the words has already been touched by Luo Sheng.

Thus, without a sound, the snail sage's soaring aura dissipated little by little, and he no longer controlled the nine-fold altar, trying to shake the Xumi barrier in the outer sea, and explore Chu Weiyang's whereabouts as much as possible. Body trace.
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At this time, in the Xumi turbulence, Chu Weiyang's mind was completely immersed in the refining process of the five aggregates of poisonous evil energy.

Hun didn't expect that all the profound foundations that he had ruthlessly discarded earlier would be able to return to his control after experiencing such a series of "transformation and sublimation".

But when it comes to talking about it, after all, it is only the second time to use the killing technique of "Five Decays of Heaven and Man", and Chu Weiyang still has an unavoidable feeling of unfamiliarity.

But it happened at this moment, because my actions were reflected in front of the hanging wall, and then the sighs of the various cultivators turned into a thick and solid prestige and background, and then turned into the power of luck, pouring into the treasure of the town among.

Deng Shi had to teach Chu Weiyang to focus on staying in the Langxiao Jade Seal again.

It was rare that Chu Weiyang seemed to be in a hurry now.

And maybe it is because of seeing the urgency of this moment, whether it is the poisonous energy of the five aggregates or the power of luck, once it is out of control, it is not a small matter, so Xiao Yuluo, who was obsessed with Chu Weiyang and wanted to ask questions. , on the contrary, he was even more docile and stopped talking, and just stood behind Chu Weiyang, encircling the figure of the Taoist.

Leaning so tightly, Xiao Yuluo followed Chu Weiyang's soft breathing that could be clearly sensed, and twisted his waist very slowly.

It didn't disturb the Taoist's mind, but taught Chu Weiyang the clarity and authenticity of his induction.

Inside the Toad Palace, the Sumeru Realm.

Care about this, care about that.

Along with that, Xiao Yuluo's pretty face also protruded from behind Chu Weiyang, his chin rested on Chu Weiyang's shoulder, and his soft, orchid-like breath spewed out on Chu Weiyang's neck.

In the end... a little itchy, a little touching.

(End of this chapter)