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The effort of Wu Zun was not in vain. A quarter of an hour later, the sword spirit was no longer able to advance. The moment it stopped, the God Slaughtering Spear broke through the barrier and went straight in.

"Ah, despicable man. Shameless. Xue Xue Xue is obviously not ready in our house. " The righteous male and female spectators loudly cursed. The tragic Black Rain Death God, the title changed once again. Black rain — snow — snow — snow.

It was simply a divine transformation.

What did Wu Zun think of what they called each other? Well, it was as if he had been born with such a tragedy.

It didn't matter what Wu Zun thought. What mattered was that his spirit was being spat out. He had to spit it out.

Ya, attacking a barrier, how can you vomit blood? Wu Zun was still superimposing the seal and was about to break free. He did not stop for a moment.

He vomited for a long time, but nothing came out. Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng! Wu Zun was absolutely meticulous and hardworking genius.

"You … "Swish." Just as Ling Jun was about to speak, the words "Snow White" occupied his mind. I can't talk. There was no way to say it, so there was definitely no way to fight.

The Spirit Master moved like lightning and consecutively performed three techniques. He forcefully pushed the sword spirit back into the sword. He casted a Destroyer Seal at the same time. Hehe, if you dare to come out again, I'll make you feel better. The arts of mages can be deceptive in tens of thousands of ways. The spiritual energy was definitely an expert. Leaving the sword in the hands of Wu Zun was no different from leaving the sword in his own hands. Marking was a mage's unique skill. Not to mention that Spirit Master was very interested in this black blood, so the familiar feeling made him go crazy. If it weren't for the fact that his flesh and blood had been devoured by the black flames, he would have thought that it was his blood.

Then, he quickly retreated. Ling Jun turned around and ran. He had already seen the deathly pale face of Wu Zun.

Bang! Wu Zun held his sword and stopped him as he shouted harshly, "What did you do to it?"

The voice was loud and clear, and the posture was beautiful. Ling Du cleared his throat, suppressed his smile, and said, "Xue Xue Xue, I just …"

"Before he even finished his words, Wu Zun had already disappeared. He ran faster than anyone else." Snow … the whole world was calling for snow … He just wanted to escape this ridiculous world.

"Hahahaha …" Ling Jun nearly lost his cool from laughter.

What was going on? You took liberties with my family, Snow … Unforgivable!

The Phoenix Perch Villa District that was illuminated by the flames was filled with anxiety and unease. At this time, someone needed to stand out and suppress the flames in Ling Jun's body. Too arrogant, who could it be? He had seen the terror of the Spirit Manipulation. The first ones to decide to hold back for the time being were the noble sons and disciples of the Blazing Treasure Seizing Group. We are here to seize the treasure. Can your spirit escape the pursuit of the royal family? There are countless soldiers waiting for you outside.

Next was the Heavenly Phoenix Clan. They were angry, but guarding the treasure was their top priority. Before determining the value of the treasure, they were the main force that protected it. With the mission in hand, they couldn't afford to mess around. However, they looked maliciously at the group of dragons. Heh heh, everyone in the world is watching.

What should he do? What else can I do? I'll take your life while you're sick. The twelve Dragon Clan disciples hesitated for a moment before charging forward. He didn't even say anything as he attacked Ling Jun who was laughing heartily at the same time.

How can dragons do this? A dozen men were bullying a wounded man who had just been through a great battle. Too unscrupulous. We like it! " "Beat him to death, beat him to death." The female cultivator's anger ignited a surging fire of war.

It was as if the two beauties were on equal footing as before as the scene around them lit up with even brighter and brighter flames. Everyone's emotions were stirred once again.

The Spirit had no fear when facing the attacks of the twelve dragons. The God Slaughtering Spear sparkled in the light, and the broken white robe was instantly stained with blood. Dragon blood.

As the spear danced in the air, Ling Jun could clearly feel that it had become much stronger. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before he would end up in the same mess as Supreme Wu.

What could he do? No, he needed to kill the enemy. He could only kill the enemy. His life existed as a result of killing. This was the fate of a sword. Five thousand years ago, the unending hegemony. In the past five thousand years, the people of the ancient country had been treated inhumanly. Life was all about fighting.

The distant horn blew, and the flames of battle burned.

The twelve members of the Dragon Clan were facing off against Ling Jun. But people couldn't find a reason to make themselves boil up. This was because the fight had always been a fight between the spirits. Oh no, a massacre.

He had to use the fastest speed to ensure that he still had the strength to escape after the battle.

The silver spear was stained with blood, making it seem even more valiant. An endless amount of lava gushed out. Out of the twelve members of the Dragon clan, three had already fallen to the ground. Poor three dragons, two soulless. One was struggling in the magma.

Roar, the dragon roar no longer had the power to shake the heavens. The raging flames raged on its body. The small landed dragon stirred the magma, creating countless streams of flames. He howled miserably and jumped with all his might. The result had already been decided. Half of his primordial spirit was gone and he no longer had a chance to live.

"Roar ~ ~ ~" A terrifying power burst forth from the last roar. A burning dragon exploded in front of everyone. Between heaven and earth, the flame and the clamor covered everything, including its despairing roar.

The first dragon self-detonated. He had used his life to defend his final dignity. It was a pity that it was too weak. In front of the God of Slaughter, it was no different from an ant.

The God Slaughtering Spear had already erupted. The dragon's self-detonation had actually been swallowed by it. This was the evil Spear Soul! The might of an ancient godly weapon was revealed.

At this moment, they were both partners and opponents. The God Slaughtering Spear continuously grew stronger because of the slaughter, but not even spirit was able to accomplish such a feat. He who snatched a sword. The color of life bloomed. Blood colored. Even the sword beam was dyed red. Under the illumination of the lava, it seemed even more terrifying.

The six slashes of the Tyrant Sword continued unabated. Flames danced as the sword light consumed the soul.

The moment the dragon exploded in the lava and was swallowed up, the remaining people all transformed into their true forms. It flew through the air and formed a great array of nine palaces. The Spirit Master and the God Slaughtering Spear landed below.

"Nine Dragons Sky Roaring Roar!" The nine dragons roared in unison, shattering the mountain forest. Ling Jun's ears bled, and his heart was severely injured. The Godslayer Spear was also in a daze as it flashed to Ling Jun's side. "I've eaten quite a bit today. It's time to leave."

The nine apertures roared together and the sound of nine waves rang out. One wave was stronger than the other. The God Slaughtering Spear transformed into a spear image, enveloping both Ling Du and his own body within it.

Peng! Peng! Peng! The power of the dragon cry shattered the spear shadows. The God-Slaying Spear crashed to the ground, shattering all the rocks beneath Ling Jun's feet. He was also bleeding profusely from all seven orifices from the immense impact, and his six senses were in a state of loss. "He staggered and fell to the ground, both hands forming a spell sign." The Eight Gates of Hell. "

The Gates of Hell reemerged from the human world, eight ferocious-looking, ghost-like stone doors rose up from the ground, instantly pulling the Heavenly Dragons into another space.

Eight locks and nine dragons. The faint and miserable wails shook the sky and the fierce, cold wind could moan to the bone.

The Door of Hell was so terrifying that the struggling within it left one in despair. People didn't understand what had trapped it. He only saw a dragon tumbling in the air above the brightly lit magma. It wanted to fly, but it kept on hitting the walls. In the blink of an eye, its entire body was covered in blood, and soon after, part of its body was on fire.

Eight Hells, Eight Flames of the Ghost. Of all the Hells, Hades was the most violent, formless, and substantial. Hot, rotten bones.

Compared to the struggle of the dragon, his spiritual power was not much better. Although he was still standing, he relied entirely on the support of the God Slaughtering Spear.