Chapter 157

What exploded was the smell ignited by the seeds of Zuixian flower. Layers of runes appeared on Xu Xian's broken knife, and weak water wrapped around it.

Weak water is one of the three divine rivers and the most mysterious divine river. Birds do not cross, live or die, and both time and space lose their meaning.

Xu Xian can't grasp the power of weak water, but the Kunpeng family is the king of the sea and sky, and the art of kunyou is infinitely close to the origin of the avenue. Therefore, Xu Xian can still reluctantly control and simply attach to the weapon.

But dealing with this role is enough.

"At the beginning of foundation construction?" the demon man also saw Xu Xian's accomplishments, and immediately became angry. A friar at the beginning of foundation construction dared to talk nonsense in front of him.

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and your flesh and blood are also very good. I'll sacrifice your blood today!" the demon repair man's claws become longer, the blood light floats, with Yin wind bursts and the terrible smell of spring period.

The stage division of monks is based on the change of aura in the body. From scratch, this is condensed Qi, and from aura to aura. This is foundation building. The aura gathers to form a aura spring that continuously gathers aura. After the formation of the aura spring, it can independently absorb the aura of heaven and earth. Therefore, it can exert powerful magic skills, and the resilience is a qualitative improvement. The aura is continuously supplied in the body, This is the reason why the foundation friar can't compete.

Xu Xian cut with a sword. The golden liquid in his body has begun to mobilize. Although he wants to fight with this person slowly to hone himself, the situation is complex now. The sooner he solves this person, the better.

Xu Xian's right arm has been covered with scales, and his pupils are also slightly inverted. The whole human world is clear and slow in Xu Xian's eyes.

"Overestimate one's strength." the evil man smiled cruelly.

"Blood devil siphon!"

His claws, like sharp sharp knives, deeply pierced into a young man's corpse. Suddenly, the young man who had become a corpse became white bones in an instant, and there was no blood gas absorbed in his body.

At the moment, the breath of the demon cultivation man is more and more powerful and strange, and Xu Xian's look is more and more cold. This skill of absorbing other people's blood is too injurious, and the cause and effect cycle will be unknown.

Xu Xian cut off with a sword. The man's claws are hard and incredible, and they carry corpse poison. That bloody smell will affect people's spirit.

"Ding!"

Xu Xian retreated when he was hit. Friar Yongquan's strength was indeed extraordinary. However, the demon man was even more shocked. He only retreated this person with his own blow. You know, they can be a big difference. Even if he built the foundation, he can't take it without damage.

The boy was really weird, and he suddenly felt that the Reiki in his body began to slow down. He suddenly remembered the smell that had just burst.

"Poison? Unfortunately, after Yongquan, he was basically not afraid of ordinary poisons." the demon cultivation man despised it at first, but when he ran Reiki, he found that the toxicity was more than he imagined. It seemed that the poison came not from the fragrance, but from his own body!

"It's impossible. I've set up an array here for a long time. Outsiders haven't come in at all. When did you poison?" the demon cultivation man was surprised. Three parts of his aura were mobilized to suppress the toxicity.

Xu Xian didn't answer him. Although the drunken fairy flower is magical, the time to cast it is still too short to give this person a chance to recover.

"Kun you."

A small river mixed with weak water flows, and Xu Xian integrates into it. The whole person is incredibly fast.

"Even if 70% of the strength is enough to crush you flea!" although the demon cultivation man was suppressed by 30%, Yongquan is the Yongquan period after all, and his powerful aura is still overwhelming.

This time, Xu Xian injected the golden holy liquid into the broken sword. The blood stains on the broken sword reflect each other. There is a residual spirit in the broken sword. Xu Xian doesn't know whether he still exists or not.

"Excuse me." Xu Xian still murmured to himself. The broken sword seemed to hear Xu Xian's voice and trembled. It absorbed three drops of golden holy liquid. Then the front part of the broken sword turned out and was engraved with complex inscriptions. Xu Xian didn't expect this change.

The sword instantly gave him a completely different feeling. It was a pride from the soul of weapons and soldiers, as if it was telling the supreme glory of the war that year.

When the broken sword is recast, when the momentum returns!

The magic sword is wider than the general sword. It is like a half door in your hand. It is a sacred vessel, or a broken sacred vessel. However, at that time, it witnessed the rise and fall of an era.

This sword caused a strong wind, which can tear the space like wind.

"What a powerful weapon." the demon cultivation man looked at the sword in Xu Xian's hand and showed a greedy look. Even so, he still didn't think a friar at the early stage of foundation construction could have much strength.

"Such a powerful weapon should be used by the strong before it is buried. You are a kid in the foundation period. You are a terrible thing!" the demon cultivation man laughed wildly. He was full of ghost Qi. A pair of huge ghost claws appeared, and all the blood he passed was devoured by greed.

"Cut!"

Xu xianmeng's hands held the sword and cut towards the demon man. The strong vigorous wind blew the earth and rock in the secret room. People nearby could feel the crazy trembling under their feet.

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly exploded, and a strong gust of wind blew out from the ground. A heavy stone gate was swept out by the strong wind and hit the ground heavily, leaving a terrible pit.

Xu Xian's face turned white and his blood surged. It was not easy for him to use this sword. Three drops of golden holy liquid could only use one sword. At the moment, the broken sword has been restored to its original, but the whole underground cave has been completely destroyed.

After the wind subsided, a twisted figure slowly came out of the smoke.

"Cough... Little beast, I really didn't expect that a foundation period could force me to use this move and force me to spend ten years of Yang life!" the figure doesn't look like a human body. His body seems to be elongated and his limbs are extremely uncoordinated. What's more, there is a hand stretched out from his chest and a mouth full of fangs in the center of the hand.

The evil man's eyes were red. He never thought that the sword just broke his body protection aura in an instant. Even the ghost claw was broken. If he hadn't sacrificed his life for ten years and summoned the ghost hand on his chest, he might be seriously injured on the spot.

The demon man was crazy. He vomited a mouthful of blood. The blood was just caught by the hand on his chest. The terrible mouth in the palm of his hand tooted and swallowed it, which seemed to make a penetrating sound.

"Bloodthirsty ghost hand, swallow him for me!" the demon repair man roared. The ghost hand stretched out for a moment and grew bigger in the air, and the mouth with sharp teeth in the palm of his hand became more ferocious.

Xu Xian took a deep breath, which he could not deal with. The weak River spread out, and Xu Xian left in an instant with the skill of Kun swimming, which was far slower than even the ghost hand.

The demon cultivation man roared and caught up. This guy's weapons and skills were so amazing. The demon cultivation man didn't understand why such a person appeared in a small Yang family, but now it's an endless situation.

If you can kill this person and take away his fortune, the demon monk will become more and more greedy. When his magic skill is great, he will have the means to escape even in the face of the monk in the sea expansion period. At that time, he will no longer have to hide.

Xu Xian could keep a distance. When she passed a mountain pass, Xu Xian suddenly stopped.

This is the center of two mountains, a circular groove. From the sky, there is a wonder of two dragons playing with pearls.

"Don't run?" the evil man quickly chased after him. He sneered, suddenly raised his hand and shot two blood arrows at the top of the two mountains.

"Bang!"

When the rocks burst, two figures rolled out in confusion. They were both friars Zhuji and Yuanman. They were the assistants invited by the fourth wife.

"I thought there was a clever way. If it was just these two garbage, you would die together today!" the demon repair man sneered. The ghost hand on his chest dripped saliva and fell to the ground, even corroding.

Xu Xian also smiled: "the fourth wife analyzed well, a timid and arrogant fool."

This made the demon man even more angry. The ghost hand on his chest grew up in the wind, opened a mouthful of sharp teeth, thought Xu Xian would bite and go away, and blocked the escape road with blood light at the same time.

"Yellow mouth child, I will slowly swallow you down, so that you can't survive or die." the murderous intention and greed in the eyes of the demon repair man almost became the essence.

At this time, Xu Xian shouted to the two big and round monks who were in ambush: "the time has come, open the array!"

The two friars who built the foundation looked at each other and tacitly played the Dharma formula on their respective mountains. Suddenly, the temperature of the two mountains began to rise, and the sun seemed to be attracted.

"Roar!"

It seems like a dragon singing, echoing between the two mountains!