Battle Through the Heavens Chapter 70: die of the Wraith’s Ancestor (1)

(Feeling the imminent death, the ancestor of the Wraith stared at the Xiao Yan crowd and laughed uneasily, the Throne of Bone Blooms a feast of Dou Qi in his hysterical laughter.)

The illusory figure sitting on the throne of the bone bone seems to sense everything, he can no longer hold it, stand up with a brush, and press the palm of the bone throne with a hard, "bang!" With an muffled sound , the armrest of the Bone Throne broke suddenly, and the debris was scattered.

An unstoppable anger was added to the face of the ancestor of the Wraith. A pair of blood-colored eyes suddenly turned out, passed through the void, and hung high above the heads of several Xiao Yan people.

This pair of **** eyes has a captivating magic power. Although hanging in the air, it seems to be able to pierce everyone's body and deter everyone's soul, which is creepy.

The power of Xiao Yan soul alone was strong enough, and the deterrence was not as serious as the others. He turned coldly, showing a mocking smile, against the **** eyes.

The **** eyes are provoked, and the eyes suddenly heavy down, becoming more and more blood mad, the powerful soul deterrence makes Xiao Yan mouth twitch slightly.

Xiao Yan clenches his teeth, secretly runs **** spirits, and suddenly feels less stressed.

"Ha ha ha ha, young man, the power of soul with a large powerful, a large range of soul Dou Technique. If it swallows the power of your soul, it will be of great benefit to me!"

The hoarse voice of the ancestor of the Wraith sounded in everyone's ears.

The words "a wide range of soul Dou Technique" ​​fell in the ears of Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. This sentence is equivalent to acknowledging the power of Xiao Yan "Netherworld Heaven's Fury".

In other words, the ancestor of the Wraith will not be stupid enough to continue to consume too much soul power to summon countless skeletons! And this is the result that Correct Xiao Yan wants.

Xiao Yan is a joy in his heart, but his face is slightly pale, but he does not dare to show the slightest expression, because the power of soul of Xiao Yan has already been overdrawn, and the soul seahorse was torn into countless pieces. Tear, stitch and tear again ...

Dou Qi can be recovered by Medicinal Pill, but the power of soul is not. It can only be recovered by time slowly.

Xiao Yan clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and suppressed the almost uncontrollable sigh of relief. His footsteps felt light, but under the support of Tian Huo's ancient ruler, he did not dare, and did not show a slight abnormality.

"Hum! A bunch of waste!"

Unexpectedly, a roar of the ancestral ancestors rang, a green light trembled in the dense army of skeletons in the endless desert, and countless whispering spirits came out to surrender the low hissing voice of begging.

The ancestral ancestor squinted and squinted. The green light in the skulls of numerous skulls was instantly pulled away from the skeleton and flew towards the ancestor of the lingering spirit.

The skeletal bones of the Wraith have been lost, and they are standing still, no longer a threat to Xiao Yan and others.

The crowd was relieved, all relieved, their toes were soft, and they almost did not plant themselves.

Xiao Yan has been struggling to persist, not to let himself show a trace of fatigue, betting is that the ancestral ancestor's fear of his soul power.

Obviously, Xiao Yan is right.

This is very dangerous. If the ancestor of the Wraith is a little patient, and wait for even a little more time, everyone's ending may be rewritten! Thinking of this, the back of Xiao Yan could not help but send a cold chill.

"Don't be too happy! Try the eighteen blood spirit great spell that I made with grudge spirits!"

The mouth of the ancestor of the Wraith suddenly stirs up.

I saw that with the gathering of Dou Qi and Wraith, eighteen blood-colored flags appeared on the throne of the Bone Bone.

The ancestral ancestors in the center of the Bone Throne quickly made coherent fingerprints, constantly pouring the power of Dou Qi and soul into the array.

"There is no living person in this array, it has been the case before, and it must have been the same since then!"

The words of the Wraith's ancestors were loud, with crazy confidence.

Xiao Yan A few breaths were taken before they could actually breathe, and the slightly relaxed nerves tightened again.

In the distance, with the ancestors of the Wraith as the center, the eighteen scarlet flagpoles are all thousands of feet high. The flags are fluttering and shaking, which completely covers the Heaven and Earth.

At this moment, the sky is no longer the original sky, nor is the earth before.

The crowd stood on the spot without moving, but they felt as if they were in the banner of churning. There was only a **** piece in the sky, such as the **** scent sweeping in boiling, accompanied by the overwhelming redness, It's so thick that it's disgusting and disgusting.

Xiao Yan Attentively, the blood flag turned out to be a collection of countless resentment spirits, swallowing each other, tearing each other, wanting to choose someone to eat, terrifying.

Everyone dare not act lightly, but can only tightly form a circle, be alert to the movements around them, and be ready to resist possible situations.

"At the cost of sacrificing the sacrifice of evil spirits, summon the blood of the earth to achieve the ultimate blood spirit great spell! You can enjoy this array, your honor! Hahaha.

The unscrupulous voice of the ancestor of the Wraith is coming and going.

"This weirdness is so weird, we need to be careful."

The golden shield has been on for a long time, covering all the people. The impulsive howling battle has always stared at the illusory figure of the wicked ancestor in the center, with frowns, and a rare calmness on his face. And calm.

The crowd looked at the lingering blood spirit great spell of churning, and there was no shock from the words of the ancestor of the grieving spirit, waiting quietly for the coming decisive battle.

At this moment, there are a lot of grudges flying in the layers of blood beside everyone, and the eighteen shots become only faintly visible. It seems to be a step forward, but it seems out of reach. This strange visual contrast made Xiao Yan frown deeply.

"The first flag moves, the blood knife sacrifices to heaven!"

The wrath of the ancestral ancestors came from Blood Spirit great spell. Then, I saw the blood flag waving, countless Wraiths incarnate into a huge knife, split from the sky, and a sharp knife illuminated the Xiao Yan. Several people's cheeks, such as the electric sky in the sky, were instantly cut.

The sword is fierce, almost like a meteor, and the hurricane that blows up disturbs everyone's length, but it can't disturb their rock-solid heart.

"Netherworld Heaven's Fury!"

Xiao Yan slowly and vigorously paddling his hands, resisting the sense of weakness brought about by the dryness of the sea, and moved the attack.

A giant giant stepped out again, spurring the water of Huangquan River, and rolled towards the giant sword.

Xiao Yan sighed in the heart, although there are no skeletons like the sea, but in exchange for countless grieving spirits, I really do n’t know if it should be said to be happy or to be worried, but until now, it can only fight hard.

"Uh!"

Everyone screamed a miserable exclaim.

But in the blink of an eye, the "Netherworld Heaven's Fury", which had not gone unnoticed just now, greeted the giant knife, but it was like falling leaves in the water accidentally. After only ripples at the starting point, afterimage dissipated in the void, and everything was calm again.

Then a violent wind came, the knife fell faster and the wind became fiercer.

"Why, why exactly?"

Everyone is puzzled. Just now, the Skeleton Corps still dealt with the "Netherworld Heaven's Fury" like the autumn winds. Why is there no power at all in the face of resentment? Not only is it powerless, but it seems to be vulnerable?

The shock is near.

"I'm coming!"

The battle of Xiao Xiao suddenly moved, stepping forward in the void, Jin Guang shrunk suddenly, and turned into layers of armor covering the hard fists. The heavy punches exploded, and they collided with the giant sword fiercely, arousing the sky. Scarlet golden light.

"Oh!"

A heavy muffled sound , time and light fade away.

Small battle retreat seven steps, the armour of the arm along a knife mark, a "creak" sound, spread and spread, pieces shattered, and smashed into pieces and annihilated in the air.

At the same time, the blood knife also slowly collapsed and turned into a resentment into the blood spirit great spell.

"Hahahaha, this is just the beginning!"

The screams of the ancestral ancestors are frantic again, mixed with a proud contempt.

"Damn! You ... have the ability to single out!"

Xiao Zhan roars inexorably, the sound of anger is deafening.

"Young man, although your soul is powerful enough, but to break through the grudges that have accumulated my blood for many years, it is still delusional!" Xiao Yan words, "You just obey it!"

"It's arrogant enough." Zhen Ni couldn't help but interjected, and her hands brushed the messy silk, exposing the beautiful face.

She turned her head and looked angrily at Xiao Yan, who had a pale complexion. She understood his anxiety, but she had no other choice but anxiety.

Feeling Zhen Ni's gaze, Xiao Yan slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a reluctant smile.

"The power of soul is useless, how do you break the blood spirit great spell?"

Looking at great spell, the wretched blood, Xiao Yan was in deep thought.

"The second flag moves, the blood gun comes out of the hole!"

Without any respite, the second move of the ancestral ancestor has arrived.

The eighteen blood-colored flags rolled up violently like a flood, and the eighteen blood lances quickly changed their position like a thunderous lightning. They flickered, appeared ghostly, and passed through layers of blood and mist to stab people.

At the same time, the screams of countless grieving spirits suddenly sounded, disturbing the hearts of everyone.

The blood flag is waving and the gunpoint is dancing, like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, flashing a sharp light, so fast and flexible that people can't understand the truth.

"Hoo!"

The whistling sounded suddenly, Xiao Yan had not responded yet, and the scarlet gunpoint already pierced his clothes, coming directly to his chest.

"Be careful!"

Le Shaolong and Ziying have been waiting for a long time. At the same time as the blood gun is staggering, the blade has emerged and the figure has disappeared. It flashed in front of Xiao Yan, and only two afterimage remained in place.

The solid figure and sharp blade just blocked long spear's offensive, and then followed the trend, and the blade was like a wind, cutting to eighteen strokes long spear.

"Oh!"

The 18-shot Scarlet long spear is like 18 enraged dragons, savagely attacking Le Shaolong and Ziying, one blow is fiercer than the other, and one is more shocking than the other.

Large sweat beads leaked from the foreheads of Le Shaolong and Ziying. face became distorted and pale. The hands holding the blades were covered with blue tendons, and there was a fierce collision between the teeth.

They will soon be unable to hold on.

The crowd hurriedly showed their blades, forming a series of dazzling handprints, ready to support.

At this moment, "Oh!" The blood-filled sky suddenly exploded. The two tried their best to explode the powerful Dou Qi. The last blood gun passed by, and the heat surged away. In a hurry.

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