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At the time of rapid contraction of the thunder net, the red bead that Wanmo Zhenjun vomited suddenly burst open, and the red blood mist suddenly covered his whole body.

At that moment, the thunder arc on the thunder net flashed wildly, and the spiritual power in Zhang Xiaojian's body almost disappeared two-thirds in an instant.

Unexpected, absolutely unexpected, Zhang Xiaojian's face instantly turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out. The body swayed and almost fell to the ground.

The blood red fog gradually disappeared, and the real king of the ten thousand demons had become another appearance.

The body makes a bang bang sound, is constantly growing high, with the change, the facial expression becomes more ferocious.

Where there is a person's appearance, has become a devil's appearance.

His head was huge, and his sharp teeth were shining with cold light.

The upper body is red, covered with red scales, each of which is the size of a fist, emitting a faint red blood light.

His hands became claws, and his nails were long, cold and sharp.

The mouth continuously spurts out the red fog, continuously enters the ghost sabre.

The light of the ghost saber is more powerful, constantly hitting the lightning arc power grid.

The light above the thunder net faded down bit by bit, and it seemed to be in danger.

Although Zhang Xiaojian swallowed pills one after another, the supplement of spiritual power could not be directly proportional to the consumption of spiritual power.

If it goes on like this for a long time, it will be sooner or later that the devil Zhenjun rushes out.

Zhang Xiaojian's bitter face, but there is no way.

I secretly took a look at Qingguo and hoped that the three of them could come to help. However, as far as I could see, Zhang Xiaojian was completely desperate.

Qingguo, it is clear that at the beginning, several Kongzi people seem to have the upper hand. However, with the passage of time, the continuous black fog has enveloped the three people. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid they will be injured one step at a time.

The spirit power of Lei attribute is almost exhausted. Zhang Xiaojian is very anxious, but there is no way.

"Do something. We just can't hold on." This is the voice of Qing Guo.

Zhang Xiaojian knew clearly in her heart that Qing Guo's arrogant character would never show weakness unless it came to a time of life and death.

The first nervous in my heart, I feel a huge shock wave has come, and the real king of ten thousand demons is officially inside.

The spirit power of Lei's attribute was exhausted. Zhenyuan sword was completely darkened, and the blood mist burst out of the sky. Zhang Xiaojian was suddenly overturned and hit the wall in the distance. Several mouths of blood gushed out one after another, and he barely stood up.

After Zhang Xiaojian just stopped, several figures also flew out. On a closer look, it was the three of them. That kind of situation, seems to have no difference with oneself, seem to be more embarrassed than oneself.

Black fog did not have a few people's shackles, rushed to the direction of the real king of ten thousand demons.

Wanmo Zhenjun opened his mouth, and the black fog continuously entered his body.

"Run." Zhang Xiaojian said.

What else can we do now? We can't wait here to die.

Qingguo hesitated for a moment and did not move.

Say "you go, I'll stay to resist."

"Fart, get out of here. It's time." Zhang Xiaojian scolded.

Several people looked at each other, but in the distance came the laughter of Wanmo Zhenjun.

"I'm afraid it's not so easy to go. Today I'm going to ask you Yuanying to practice for me." Wanmo Zhenjun said with a burst of laughter.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't speak. She threw all the remaining elixir into her mouth. Then a fan was thrown out with a wave.

The mountain and River Fan flew into the air. After several drips of spinning, the five mountains had already flown out. With Zhang Xiaojian's blood essence spurting on it, the mountain peaks began to grow larger.

"You go quickly, I can support for a while, if the time is prolonged, there is really no way." Zhang Xiaojian said.

Qingguo hesitated for a moment, two palms rolled out, and the unprepared clear and empty intelligence flew out directly.

Then he swallowed two pills and threw them out directly to cut the Dragon Blade and joined the battle.

Wanmo Zhenjun sneered and looked at the five mountains. Suddenly, he raised his hand. A cloud of black fog turned into a huge bare hand in an instant. It was like the five mountains catching the past. At the moment of meeting, they even made a loud noise.

Originally, the rapidly expanding mountain peak was shrouded in black bare hands, which has never changed.

Qingguo's Dragon chopper is actually the end of a strong crossbow. Although it was cut on the black hand, it didn't play any role. On the contrary, he was hit hard again, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't care about anything. She took a picture and flew Qingguo out.

When Zhang Xiaojian sent away Qingguo at all costs, the ghost sword of Wanmo Zhenjun had reached his head.

Qingguo saw clearly, and then hit the stone wall. As soon as it was dark, he didn't know anything.Zhang Xiaojian saw it clearly. However, it was too late for everything to shake. Even if he had great ability, he could not hide the knife.

In the moment of his despair, a voice of doubt came out.

There is something flying out, flying out of the moment, the wind bursts, the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

Boom. After a loud noise, an umbrella appeared in front of Zhang Xiaojian, just protecting Zhang Xiaojian in the middle.

The power of the ghost Sabre is so powerful that it doesn't complete any damage when it is cut on it.

Thousand soul umbrella, Zhang Xiaojian at that moment, exclaimed.

What flies out is indeed a thousand soul umbrella. If there is no such thing, Zhang Xiaojian will definitely die and can't die any more. Even if she runs away, she can only escape from Yuanying.

Eh, there is a voice in the distance. It belongs to the real king of ten thousand demons.

For the sudden appearance of this thing, Wanmo Zhenjun was a little confused. He never thought that Zhang Xiaojian had a magic weapon, thousand soul umbrella, to cultivate magic skills.

Zhang Xiaojian has not made any response, but the thousand soul umbrella has already risen to the air, and it is spinning.

The black fog surrounding the real king of ten thousand demons suddenly changed its direction and entered the thousand soul umbrella.

This abnormal change, let Zhang Xiaojian some do not understand.

But, as you can see, it should be a good start.

Zhang Xiaojian quickly took the opportunity to restore spiritual power and urged the mountain and river fan to be ready to attack the real king of ten thousand demons.

Seeing that the continuous black fog ran to Zhang Xiaojian, Wanmo Zhenjun felt a little bitter in his heart.

The ghost sword suddenly flew out and ran to the thousand soul umbrella to split it. He could never let the thousand soul umbrella complete the change. It seems that this thing has a fatal encirclement on him.

However, when the ghost Sabre was cut out, there was a sudden shiver inside the sabre, and a thick black fog instantly turned into a long sword and went up.

The swords collided and banged.