Chapter 807

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

The people in the temple of blood and fire thought that all of them could block the shadow of the stick in the air.

But the facts tell them what despair is.

The shadow of the stick, with the power of destroying the withered and decaying, smashed the attacks one by one. In the blink of an eye, it was less than 20 meters from the top of the head.

Strong momentum, oppressed many weak people, the body trembles, mouth began to have blood constantly.

"Get in the way."

The blood red ancestor roared, while controlling his ghost, while controlling his head to fly up, his mouth spouted out blood red seal.

Seeing this familiar attack, Ning Xiaolei can't help but be stunned.

He remembers that when he dealt with master Qinghu before, the other side also made such an attack.

Can we say that the head of the blood fire temple in front of us is the ancestor of the blood curse gate?

It's just that although Xuehong's method is not bad, it doesn't seem to be of great use to fenglingfu.

Not far away from him, the ghost roared, and his face was impatient, as if there were signs of fleeing.

Because it grows tall, it becomes the first existence to face the stick shadow, and the crisis it feels is more obvious.

Although it has eight heavy strength, but still feel the death crisis from the stick shadow.

After attacking more than ten claws in a row, the ghost suddenly roared and turned to run away.

With its strength, it was not limited by the pressure, and quickly swept out of the attack range of cudgel shadow.

The blood red ancestor didn't expect that his ghost would betray him at this time. A mouthful of blood gushed out directly, and his face turned pale.

On the one hand, it is natural to be angry. On the other hand, when the ghost flees, it breaks away from the heart and mind contact of Xuehong Laozu and makes him suffer from the attack.

"Damn, how could it be so strong?"

Blood red ancestor tone is full of unwilling, want to leave.

But in the end, he did not dare to leave, he did not have the courage to face the anger of the blood and fire Temple headquarters.

With a hard bite of teeth, Xuehong suddenly tore off his arm and used the method of Xuejiang.

The method of blood falling can not only be used to escape, but also greatly increase the combat power.

With the whole body covered with blood gas, the breath of the blood red ancestor has improved a lot. Only one step away is the mid-term of the eighth Chong period.

In the roar, a bloody figure rises outside the blood red ancestor, and the giant palm drags the falling shadow.

"I can't hold on for long. I'll try my best to smash it."

Blood red old ancestor yells, can escape this disaster, next depends on the rest of the people.

"Roar, break it for me!"

Deputy hall master Taylor yelled, his fists were like rain, and countless golden fists rose up in the sky, shaking the sky.

The rest gnashed their teeth and roared, one by one attacking regardless of the injury.

Now it's time to die. If they can't stop it, all of them will die.

The Lord of the temple won time for them, and they didn't want to miss it.

Sword light, sword Qi, boxing shadow magic weapon, all kinds of attacks merge into a torrent, and stick shadow collide together.

"I'm looking down on you."

Ning Xiaolei looked up and murmured.

These more than 100 people work hard together. Even Yuan Hong's magic talisman is a little weak and consumes a lot of energy.

But Ning Xiaolei obviously won't look at it like this. He waves to summon several other demon gods to attack with the water Unicorn king.

At the same time, Ning Xiaolei's hands are silent, and a spirit seal appears again.

To deal with the enemy is to beat them in one go so that they have no strength to fight back.