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Bang bang bang, countless chains were broken one after another, and the corpse slowly threw the shackles in his hands and slapped them to Hongling's feet. It turns around, that some dry and can not open the eyes, showing a trace of fine light, grinning at Hongling.

"Leave a life, or, die!"

This hoarse voice, like the old man's mouth, with a sense of decay. But it is this that makes people feel more creepy.

The young man ignored the furious corpse. The man and the sword had already rushed to the monster. His long sword quickly cut off some bald heads of the corpse, and the sharp sword spirit cut open the void, with a sharp shrill sound.

Roar, the corpse roars, and grabs the ghost claw full of corpse gas towards the blade of sad God. Keng, a bright spark flashed, the claws and the sword hit each other, the two produced a terrible force, Hongling shock back quickly.

His body hovered in mid air, trying to cushion his body. However, the wisdom of this mummy is far beyond imagination. Its ghost claws toward the front and close again. A phantom ghost claw formed by corpse gas is grasped towards Hongling.

Hong Ling's face was awe inspiring. She was staring at the ghost claw which suddenly came out of the void. A trace of dignified color flashed in her eyes. With a roar of rage, the blazing thunder of the end of heaven suddenly set on his sword. Hum, a clear sound of sword chant sounded, but saw in the void a sword awn suddenly born, hit the ghost claw.

Boom, the ghost's claws are smashed. Hong Ling's body shape flashed. Between the electric light and the flint, he had already passed through the broken claw shadow. He came to the corpse and cut it again and again. It's also a straight sword, but it's more powerful and has the power of splitting mountains and stones.

The corpse screamed, and a ghost claw grabbed it up again and directly grasped the blade of Hongling. It roared, and the corpse gas on the ghost claw rolled up like a poisonous snake along the long sword. It took Hongling's hand holding the sword.

"Hum!" The young man snorted coldly, and his armor was filled with a scarlet blood mist, which obviously aroused the swallowing breath of the demon mines. Hishishi, the strong corpse gas, once met this enchanting blood gas, instantly was torn to swallow, disappeared.

However, the corpse gas in the dry corpse is as endless as a vast ocean. It roared, and once again there was a more sinister and sinister air of corpse. These icy corpse gas, like countless horrible leeches, constantly wriggling, toward Hongling shrouded.

Hong Ling looked at these violent corpse gas coldly, and her mind moved. All the magic tools on her suddenly filled with scarlet mist. The terrors of the goblin mine began to appear. These dark red mists, like cobras spitting out their message to the sky, with a brush, stabbed at the impact of corpse gas.

As soon as the corpse Qi and the blood gas fight each other, they are in a standstill. Obviously, the corpse gas released by the corpse is too strong, even the corpse can hardly swallow it in an instant. However, after all, the sky erosion demon mine is still a chess player, slowly assimilating these corpse Qi, and bit by bit devouring it.

Roar, the devoured corpse gas is obviously something that can affect the corpse. At this time, the corpse was engulfed and roared with pain. Correspondingly, Hongling felt that the faster the spirit power consumed in the magic weapon was, the faster the spirit power was consumed.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to swallow up the corpse Qi at all, and all the magic weapons will fall into a deep sleep because they lose the blessing of spiritual power. This is not what Hong Ling wants to see. He doesn't want his magic weapons to fall asleep. If it's OK in the outside world, but in the dead sea of the nether world, especially on the Tianzhong of Beiming, once the magic weapon sleeps, it will be difficult for him to face the next crisis alone.

After biting her teeth, Hongling forcibly stops the power of tianero demon mine, making it slowly silent. He looked to the ground, where the broken chains of bondage were constantly reconnecting. Although the mummy destroyed the body of the sacred instrument, it could not destroy its spirit. Therefore, the shackles of God can be recovered by itself.

Hong Ling took out the soul capture bell, and the huge breath poured into the dark red bell and shook it gently.

"Ring the bell!" A strong sound wave came out of the bell and swept towards the corpse. Moreover, a wisp of dense streamer, slowly atomized, into the brain of the corpse. The original rampant mummy stopped all activities in this moment. In its body, there is an indescribable great power, in a stalemate with the power of the Dementor bell.

Holding the hand of the Dementor bell, she trembled slightly. Hongling's eyes were full of dignified color. As a sacred weapon to attack the soul, the Dementor bell is naturally powerful. But in front of a corpse of the fifth robbery, it is still not enough to see. The ghost in the corpse's body is struggling to resist the power of the Dementor bell, so that Hong Ling, who controls the Dementor bell, has to pour genuine Qi into the bell.

If he cut off the true Qi a little, the corpse might break free in an instant. Therefore, at this time, he can only be regarded as the two functions of heart, one hand is controlling the soul catching bell, the other is controlling the sad God sword. Seeing that the walking corpse was frozen on the spot, Hongling's pupil was locked, and his vast divine consciousness drove the sad God sword to shoot at the corpse's throat.

Keng, a flash of bright sparks in the neck of the walking corpse, Hongling face a coagulation. The walking corpse, without the support of corpse Qi, was so terrible that it was hard to be wounded by a sharp weapon like the God of mercy. He didn't even know how to erase this horrible corpse here.If you can't solve this guy, I'm afraid all of them will have to account here. Hong Ling was not reconciled to this, and once again took control of the sword and fired at the corpse's eyebrows. Hiss, another flash of sparks, the corpse is still intact, the youth some disappointed want to take back the sword.

However, a ghost claw came out of the oblique thorn, like picking flowers in the rose garden, and gently grasped the sharp blade of pathetic. A strong air machine surged up with a bang and a whine of sadness, which broke into pieces in an instant and turned into a dark golden streamer. These metal streamers fly back rapidly, like the fireflies in summer night, and gather in the young people's palms like wind and snow.

They reunite into the body of the God of sorrow, but the breath on it is a little weak. Hongling had no time to put the sad God away, and a burst of metal burst that made him palpitating.

Click, click, on the Dementor bell, a terrible crack, slowly spread out. Hongling couldn't care about anything else. She bit her middle finger and dropped the blood essence on the bell. She urged the bell to refine the scarlet blood. He tried to feed the cracked holy vessel with blood essence, and continued to trap the corpse in the illusion, but in vain.

Roar, originally motionless corpse, growls at this time, the corner of the mouth shows a trace of scornful smile. It is staring at Hong Ling, dry lips out of the sharp teeth of the tiger. A strong shock wave, diffuse in the void, toward Hong Ling in front of the Dementor bell swept.

Bang, the Dementor bell was hit by the shock wave, and instantly broke into a pile of dark red metal fragments, which was blocked in the palm of Hongling's hand with a huge gas engine. He put it into the space ring and held the sad sword in his hand again. Hum, the young will sword a Yang, looking at the angry corpse.

Since the sacred vessels are destroyed, then, fight! Our friars are not afraid of a war!

Bang, the power of the Yan Huang emperor mirror, no longer subject to any constraints, constantly poured into Hongling's injured meridians. He just borrowed the power of imperial vessels and controlled an amazing number of magic weapons. At this time, he suffered the erosion of the power of imperial weapons again, which made his body tremble.

Puff, a mouthful of dead blood, he vomited on the quicksand. The boy's body flash, has disappeared in place. Bang, the corpse, which originally spread terror on the ground, was suddenly struck by a powerful sword light. A ferocious sword mark appeared on its chest.

This terrible sword is the most powerful sword Hong Ling has ever used since she entered the dead sea. It is so powerful that it can even injure the corpse which has been dried for thousands of years. This sword, which is close to the peak of heaven and man's holy land, can't be said to be unique, but it makes the whole world tremble.

It seems that the sword light from ancient times seems to have broken through the time and space, cut off the stars, and mercilessly cut off a walking corpse that has survived for thousands of years. After cutting out this sword, the sad God sword can no longer bear the more and more vast Qi machine on Hong Ling, and breaks again in an instant. There was no time to put it away. Hongling shot the corpse lying on the ground barehanded.

Roar, the corpse roared, and rose to the sky, facing the fierce impact of Hongling. The two figures collide with each other fiercely, causing a terrible wave. The dust rising from the sky, covering the line of sight, faintly, you can see that there is a flash of fire and corpse gas.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Xia Yan, Xia Rong and Wang Dashui look at Hongling's screen, which is constantly flashing fire. Her eyes are full of shock. The battle between Hongling and the mummy has gone far beyond their imagination.

It was like a terrible air machine tearing the sky and the earth. It was that they were standing outside the barrier and felt cold all over. Whether it is Hongling or the corpse, their fighting, in addition to making people feel hot blood boiling, more is a deep sense of powerlessness.

The battle of heaven and man's holy land is too far away for them who are in the realm of refining God and returning to emptiness. It is the practice of the combination of practice and practice, which is beyond their reach. This is the gap between them and the top Tianjiao. Some people, even if the fate of how rough, as long as willing to work hard, can eventually stand at the top of the mountain, at a glance. And some people, no matter how hard they try, can hardly take another step forward. This is the world of friars, cruel but realistic, interwoven by blood and indifference.

Boom, a figure hit the ground hard, smashing the earth out of a 100 Zhang round crater. Xia Yan and others look out, but at this time the corner of the mouth bleeding Hongling. His body, a dry sky level magic weapon, has been completely broken, some pieces of metal are still hanging on it alone.

The young man vomited out the fishy salty blood in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became more and more indifferent. He stood up trembling, his body slowly gushed a dark gold streamer. Towering dragon power, from his chest diffuse, streamer past, a piece of simple dragon scale, slowly covering his body.

Ang, the angry sound of the dragon, will be in the void of the corpse Qi shock scattered. Thunder and thunder filled the whole world. Huang Huang Tian Wei, the clothes and robes of Hongling are blowing and hunting. He looked at the walking corpse in front of him at this time, and there was a faint sense of killing on his face.

"Have you had enough?"

This is full of provocative words, it seems to offend the terrible corpse. It roared, and there was a faint green fire on the ghost's paw. It clenches claws into a fist, one step across the void, toward Hong Ling hard hit. This is a fist which contains corpse Qi and great power. It has earth shaking power.The young man raised his hand to stand up and gently stopped the terrible ghost fist. Bang, the fire splashed everywhere, scattered between heaven and earth. Hong Ling's body was still and her mouth was slightly upturned. She looked at the corpse who began to have a timid heart. Her eyes were full of disdain.

"You, too weak!" He shook his head and said in a cold voice.

At that time, the blood mist in the sky slowly dispersed behind him, setting him off like a young god who stepped into hell from the heaven.

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