She will die if she doesn't soar

Chapter 517

If you don't go before tomorrow, this thing may never exist in the world again.

She didn't believe that the puppet king would not show up if he really valued the painted halberds of the heavens so much.

The corner of Long Mastiff's mouth twitched on the phone, "The painted halberd of the heavens is a god-level artifact. Even if you release the news, the puppet king will not believe that you can smash the painted halberd of the heavens."

The inheritance of their world has long been cut off, and most of the various artifacts handed down from ancient times have lost their original power due to the loss of aura over the years.

The reason why the painted halberd of the heavens can be preserved so well is because it is the puppet king's natal magic weapon, and it is connected with the puppet king's soul. Over the years, he has drawn part of the puppet king's aura.

Sacred weapons also need to be graded, and the painted halberds of the heavens are not comparable to the divine daggers that Feng Xiaoxiao casually refined from keel bones in the secret realm of Qingquan.

Feng Xiaoxiao said disapprovingly: "His is a god-level artifact, so is mine! And I can guarantee that my Xinzhujian is definitely much stronger than his painting halberd."

It's a joke, if she hadn't failed in Thunder Tribulation, she would have ascended long ago. Is the natal magic weapon comparable to those of them?

Long Mastiff was taken aback when he heard this, he didn't expect Feng Xiaoxiao's natal magic weapon to be a divine weapon at all, although this guy is not human like him, but his luck is too bad!
He thought that the entire circle of comprehension could not find a second god-level artifact except the painted halberd of the heavens.

Dragon Mastiff still didn't agree, pondered for a moment, and persuaded: "Even if you say so, the puppet king may not believe that someone can destroy his natal magic weapon."

Feng Xiaoxiao was playing games with his new mobile phone, while holding the old mobile phone and Dragon Mastiff on the phone. He said nonchalantly: "Well, if you don't believe it, don't believe it. After I cut off his painting halberd, he will believe it."

Dragon Mastiff: ...

Do you sword cultivators want to be so cruel?
Just as Long Mastiff said, the puppet king didn't believe it at all. Until 11:[-] in the middle of the night, not to mention the suburb where the painted halberd of the heavens was located, even the city where the painted halberd of the heavens was located was completely silent.

Feng Xiaoxiao took a look, she really didn't take what she said seriously.

If the natal magic weapon is broken, this person will be seriously injured even if he does not die. She is so considerate, it would be bad if he directly broke his natal magic weapon. We must give others a chance, right?
So Feng Xiaoxiao sacrificed his heart-killing sword and began to carve patterns on the wooden handle of the painting halberd of the heavens.

As long as anyone who has seen the puppet of the Second Chair carefully looks at the carvings on the wooden handle of the painting of the heavens, he will find that the carvings on it are exactly the same as the tattoo on the Second Chair, almost a replica.

In a presidential suite in the most luxurious hotel in the pomelo country, the resplendent decorations are shining brightly, and the puppet king is sitting on a soft big bed, enjoying the constant temperature and humidity environment.

While humming a song, while swinging Erlang's legs up and down, he seemed to be in a good mood.

He thought happily in his heart that the technological civilization of today's society is so advanced, even if they had a lot of cultivation resources at that time, they might not be able to enjoy this kind of treatment.

But before enjoying the good life for a while, the corners of his mouth began to flow involuntarily.

It's not spurting blood, it's not vomiting blood, it's just wisps of blood that can't help but bleed out.

The viscera are so painful to be scratched with a knife, and there are also some silky itches, just like the pain and itchiness of scratching a finger with white paper, which makes people feel extremely unbearable.

The puppet king tightly grasped the bed sheet with one hand, hating Feng Xiaoxiao even more in his heart.

She hadn't settled the account of scribbling on her current puppet before.Now he started to scribble on his natal magic weapon again. Is she a child under the age of five?
How to catch and paint!
He originally thought that in this world, no one could harm the painted halberd of the heavens.

But now seeing the news from the association that the rumor that Feng Xiaoxiao will smash the painted halberds of the heavens tonight is not false, how can the puppet king hold back?
Immediately cut through the void, and in an instant, he arrived at the place where the halberds were drawn by the heavens.

He pressed his chest firmly with one hand, slowing down the blood dripping out like a tap that was not closed tightly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Feng Xiaoxiao with a look of eagerness to eat his flesh, and angrily reprimanded: "You are so virtuous!"

I've heard of taking parents and children as hostages, but this is the first time I've heard of people taking natal artifacts as hostages!
Feng Xiaoxiao weighed the Tianzhu Sword in his hand, looked at the puppet king with a playful face, "You say I don't cultivate virtue?"

After saying that, she raised her hand to hold the Zhuxin Sword, and slashed vigorously at the painted halberd of the heavens.

On the wooden handle of the painted halberd of the heavens, a deep groove with a depth of two centimeters immediately appeared.

"Pfft!" The puppet king couldn't hold back the blood in his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Xiaoxiao: "Where's Sei~?"

Everyone present: ...

In such a tense scene, this sudden Northeast dialect caught them off guard.Presumably, if they were puppet kings, they would also vomit blood in anger.

Well, but now the reason why the Puppet King vomits blood may be due to damage to the natal magic weapon.

Feng Xiaoxiao said with a smirk on his face: "Grandma is the best at cultivating virtue, but what I cultivate is martial virtue!"

After saying that, he took the Zhuxin Sword and slashed on the painted halberd of the heavens a few more times.

The scars on the wooden handle of the painted halberd of the heavens are hideous and terrifying, just like a war-tested mortal weapon. It is completely impossible to tell that it was a divine weapon that was completely dark and exuded breathtaking coercion just now.

In fact, Feng Xiaoxiao felt a little aggrieved, she thought she could cut off the painted halberds in front of her with a single sword.

But when she scratched back and forth on the painted halberd with her sword just now, she realized that she couldn't do it at all.

A sword cuts continuously, and can only be sharpened bit by bit.For a sword cultivator, this is really a troublesome thing.

On this side, Feng Xiaoxiao kept slashing at the painted halberds with his sword, while the puppet king kept spraying blood there.

This scene was a bit funny, and all the cultivators silently turned their heads away.

The seniors who talked about martial arts here kept chopping off other people's magic weapons as if they had lost their minds.

The person over there who used to be the evil big boss is now lying on the ground pitifully, spitting blood one after another.

In the current situation, they are more like villains on the contrary.

Everyone turned their heads, but Yi Shuihan didn't. He stepped forward and started throwing attack talismans at the puppet king.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and attack!"

It's a joke, his girlfriend is buying time for everyone over there, these people are actually watching the fun here, the other party is so weak now, how long will it be if he doesn't attack at this time?
Do we have to wait until the opponent's strength is at its full strength before these talents go to die?
Everyone was awakened by Yi Shuihan's words, and they also sent magic weapons to attack the puppet king.

Feng Xiaoxiao was here, and his subordinates kept chopping the halberds back and forth. Suddenly, the hairs on his back stood on end, and he had a bad feeling.

Quickly shouted loudly to everyone: "Retreat, stay away from him!"

Before Feng Xiaoxiao could finish his words, the people closest to the puppet king had already fallen.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect the puppet king to have such a large attack range even if he didn't use his own body!

Those cultivators only fell down for a moment, and stood up again in a moment.

It's just that the posture after standing up is a bit strange, like a marionette.

With big X-legs, the legs are splayed outwards, and in a strange posture, they walk forward a little bit stiffly.

After a few steps, these people seem to have adapted to the current posture, changing from walking to running and rushing forward.

Kind of like the zombies in Plants vs. Zombies.

Feng Xiaoxiao kept chopping the painted halberds in his hands, and under the strange gaze of everyone, he silently took out a pot of sunflowers that was as tall as a person from the space, and stuck to the piece of formation skin that Wang Bing tore off.

Erased the purification formation behind it.

The sunflower became extremely irritable in an instant, and "chug, chug" began to spray melon seeds.

Guazi'er wrapped Feng Xiaoxiao's thunder spirit power, and hit those cultivators with Wai Bazi. These cultivators kept shaking in place as if they had stepped on a switch.

Dragon Mastiff pursed his lips, and persuaded, "Even if they are dead, they are still our comrades in arms. I hope you can respect their remains."

This is the same trick as a child playing around. Not only him, but many people in the association cast disapproving glances.

Hearing what he said, Feng Xiaoxiao stopped decisively, "Oh, if you can get back the marionette that absorbs other people's souls anytime and anywhere, you go."

Don't look at the absurdity of her beating these practitioners with electric melon seeds. In fact, she has been attacking the "remains" of these practitioners with a small electric current, and after a while, their entire body is electrically numb, and they naturally collapse.

If these people's bodies were directly attacked by force, they must be attacked from a distance, and their bodies would definitely be torn apart.

She just wanted to leave a whole body for these people.

Since these people don't need it, she doesn't need to bother.

Resolutely drew a purification formation on Sunflower and stuffed it into the space.

Sure enough, these cultivators used long-range attacks whether they were dealing with the puppet king or these cultivators who were comrades-in-arms.

Now the Puppet King was so stimulated by Feng Xiaoxiao that he could hardly stand up straight.

But it didn't delay him dominating these "puppets" in front of him to cover him from all the attacks of the cultivators.

After a while, the bodies of those cultivators who just fell were completely tattered, so bloody and bloody that even my own mother might not be able to recognize them.

Seeing Feng Xiaoxiao, the puppet king was about to chop off the wooden handle of the painted halberd of the heavens!How can I sit there and vomit blood with peace of mind?

He summoned the unobstructed aura in his body, and controlled those cultivators to form a circle around him as a cover.

Like crazy, he ignored the pain on his body and ran towards Feng Xiaoxiao.

Dragon Mastiff shouted loudly: "Back up! Avoid him!"

The scope of the puppet king's spell to absorb other people's souls is much larger than those of the puppets.

There is no buffer period when it happens, and it will immediately become a marionette who obeys his orders just like the fallen cultivators just now.

The evil spirit emanating from the puppet king was very frightening.

This is the woman!Since he came out, all the tragedies that happened were because of this woman!
Could it be that this woman was born to conquer him?He fought against dozens of cultivation powers back then, and he was never as frustrated as he is now!

Enduring the pain all over his body, he ran forward with all his strength, thinking that today he must kill this woman to prevent future troubles!

Seeing that the scope circle of his soul-stirring technique was about to cover Feng Xiaoxiao's body, the puppet king raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Seeing Feng Xiaoxiao's actions, he almost vomited blood out of breath!

He swore that she would tear this woman into pieces!
(End of this chapter)