Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1007: The Voice of Gods and Demons
Spiritual power, sand and rocks, blazing, and the flames soaring into the sky, seem to be able to burn everything in this world. In particular, the overbearing roar, under a roar, set off a violent wind, the wind assisted the fire, and the burning black flame was terrible to the point of indescribability.
Ouyang Ming's face was pale, his teeth clenched, and he took a step forward, his body rang out like a muffled thunder, the bones were all squeezed toward the heart under the tremendous pressure, and his body shape was down. Short, but his eyes are extremely persistent. After this step, he was closer to Ji Haoran, only a dozen feet away, but he still didn't do anything. His patience was even better than that of a lone wolf in the wilderness.
If you don’t move, you will find a kill with one blow. It will never give Ji Haoran a chance to breathe.
"What——"
This roar is louder, with an overbearing dominance that can make people bend their spine and make people succumb.
Ji Haoran only felt that his head sank, utterly muddled, like being pierced by thousands of fine needles at the same time, a sharp pain struck her, her feet swayed, and she almost fell to the ground.
The burial sword's internal organs were all shifted, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed directly, but his eyes were firmer and more persistent.
He Jian also staggered his body, secretly adjusting his Qi to stabilize the shelf.
"Opportunity!" Ouyang Ming suddenly came up with this word in his mind, his weight sank toward his legs, and he leaned forward, as if he could not bear the pressure and fell.
At the moment when his body was at a sixty-degree angle with the ground, his legs suddenly straightened, and he stepped on the ground forcefully, like a Kunpeng with its wings spread out. His eyes were sharp and sharp, and he rushed towards Ji Haoran. The white armor made of spiritual energy outside the body waved with waves, extremely violent, just like the sudden drop of ten thousand catties of meteorites on the surface of a calm lake, the waves caused can be imagined.
In just an instant, the white armor is covered with dense cracks, which may collapse at any time.
Ji Haoran was surprised at first, and then showed a mocking look. He even dared to do it in the depths of the black flame, it was stupid! His response was not slow at all. He first communicated with his dantian and stabilized the aura armor on his body. He believes that unless this person holds the idea of dying together, he will definitely stop the offensive and stabilize the aura armor first.
This black flame is contaminated by the Venerable, even if he does not die, he will have to peel off his skin, not to mention that he is just a spiritual man.
"Kazcha!" The voice was very soft, and it was blown away by the sound of the wind as soon as it came out, but Ji Haoran is a figure of Daozi level, and has already entered the realm of the unity of nature and man, and at any point. The slight changes can't escape his perception. He was sure in his heart that Ouyang Ming would inevitably stop the attack, adjust his aura, and stabilize the aura armor. Sure enough, this bold guy had a halt, and an unnoticeable panic flashed under his eyes, pouring spiritual power into the armor. At this time, Ouyang Ming was still telling stories.
Just when Ji Haoran's defenses were at its lowest, a sound of killing intent rumblingly came.
"Only Nian Jue, the voice of gods and demons!"
Then, the aura armor on Ouyang Ming's body was completely shattered, and the roar of countless gods and demons resounded. A shadow of a **** and demon emerged, and the shadow was covered with blood, just like stepping out of hell. The surrounding space kept shaking, and even the burning black flame was stopped unreasonably. One, two, three, countless ways. The shadows of these gods and demons have different looks and hideous faces, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are so frightful that they have corroded the black flames.
Ouyang Ming raised his hand and patted, the shadow of the gods and demons, like countless blood lights, rushed straight to Ji Hao.
If this trick is only to this extent, Ouyang Ming will not use it at such a critical time.
The most terrifying thing is that this **** and demon roared at the same time, and a domineering intention slowly emerged from the shadow. Suddenly, the shadows of these gods and demons gathered energy and breathed out at the same time, and a strange voice came out from the mouth with a movement of their throats. This was the voice of the gods and demons. Where this sound passed, a shocking tearing force was generated, which blasted away the flame and resistance in front of it at the same time.
is like countless gods and demons, simultaneously performing the meditation skills, and all of them have reached the point of being small.
Seeing this scene, even Ji Haoran was stunned. There was only one thought left in his heart. Is this kid crazy? He... Isn't he afraid of death?
At the same time, a monstrous crisis emerged in his mind. This crisis is so strong that it has reached an unprecedented level. As long as it is careless, it will disperse and become ashes.
His teeth clenched together, his handsome face twisted, and his body was agile, and he backed away to the side. But this attack was too fast, it came in a flash, and it was pulled by the Qi machine, it was inevitable. What made him mad the most was that just as Ouyang was being swallowed by the black flames, white flames emerged from his skin, hair, and pores at the same time. He raised his hand and waved, and shouted coldly: "Condensation!" The burning black flames. It spins quickly and turns into a lifelike fire lotus, appearing at his feet, holding his body, and every time he takes a step, a black lotus suddenly appears on the soles of his feet. At this moment, he was like a king in fire.
"You pit me!" Ji Haoran roared with a fierce face.
It was at this time that a tearing force shrouded in extreme intensity.
His heart trembled, every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, and even every cell on his body was screaming, as if he fell into the Nine Secluded Pond, four big characters involuntarily appeared in his mind, I blocked Can't help it!
said it was too late, it was fast, he didn't have time to think about this kind of life and death.
The blood of the ancestor in Ji Haoran's body burned, and a shadow of a blood dragon was reflected in his eyes, and the head of a blood dragon was condensed out of thin air. The head was blood-red and majestic, but his eyes were tightly closed. That’s not even counted. Ji Haoran spouted two mouthfuls of essence and blood in a row, and said in a voice like weeping, "My blood dragon Ji family, with fifty years of life as a sacrifice, borrowing the power of totem to fight for my clan, Kill!"
Under this blow, the aura in his dantian was exhausted, and even the color was somewhat dim.
As soon as the sound of fell, the eyes of the blood dragon head opened, his mouth opened, and he snorted coldly: "Kill--"
slammed forward, but only held on for a while, and the blood dragon head completely collapsed under the force of this tear.
After all, Ji Haoran's dantian had consumed too much spiritual power before, and it was still in a hurry. This blow, even less than 60% of the usual strength, could not stop Ouyang Ming carefully prepared for a long time. hit?
"Dead!" Ouyang Ming's eyes were cold, his left and right palms were joined together, lifted to his chest, and slammed outwards. The speed of the condensed shadow of the gods and demons exploded again, directly surrounding Ji Haoran while roaring. , After this blow, Ji Haoran was directly forced into the desperate situation of a lifetime of nine deaths.
Ouyang Ming squeezed the Blood Spear Dragon Tu and began to charge. The opponent was a figure of Daozi level. Even if he had an absolute advantage, he did not dare to take it lightly.
Ji Haoran showed a painful color on his face, took a deep look at Ouyang Ming, the aura armor on his body began to shatter, and said in his heart that I can only use that trick, otherwise I will die.
This is his biggest hole card, a full blow from the Venerable Blood Dragon Family. He originally thought that when he encountered fellow cultivators, this trick was useless, but he never thought that he was forced into death by a cultivator one rank lower than him.
He has a disheveled head, his eyes are scarlet, and his eyes are full of madness.
A charm slipped out of the sleeve. The color of the charm was a bit like a yellowed ancient scroll, dark and faint, but with a heart-palpitating wave.
Ji Haoran lightly stroked his finger, this charm split an inch-long opening, forcibly forcing a trace of spiritual power into it. Suddenly, the spell burned, bursting out a blade of light, the blade's intent was rolling, one knife passed a knife quickly, a knife quickly passed a knife, like a storm hitting the shore, the wave rolled up the gravel, higher and higher, heavier, the blade light Condensing in vain, he cut off the shadow of the demon god.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming secretly said a pity, and quickly stepped back. This was the full blow of the Venerable, and he could only avoid it temporarily.
"Kacha!" The ghost shadow persisted for four breaths, and then slowly collapsed, and the blade intent gradually dimmed.
Ji Haoran took advantage of the time gained by this attack, and the potential exploded, burning the blood of returning to the ancestors, spouting a large mouthful of blood, and using the blood to escape outward.
This speed is too fast, like a **** lightning that stirs up a prairie prairie, Ouyang Ming can't stop it even if he wants to stop it.
All of this is a long story, but it actually happened between sparks and flints. From Ouyang Ming's sneak attack, using the voice of the gods and demons, to Ji Haoran using life-saving means, fighting with each other to fight for life in desperate situations, the total time is not more than two breaths~IndoMTL.com~ but every moment All undercurrents surging, hidden murderous intent, it is also Ji Haoran who is determined, determined and cruel, and has the venerable one to protect the body, otherwise, Ji Haoran, the Taoist of the Ji family, has been beheaded by Ouyang Ming. Under the gun.
The black flame is like a naughty fire spirit, constantly beating at Ouyang Ming's fingertips.
formed a black wall of fire to block all the pressure from the surrounding area, and spread flattery. The fire of Tianfeng is the emperor of fire.
Ouyang Ming looked in the direction Ji Hao was going away, coldly snorted, and said: "Next time, I will take back the blood of returning to the ancestor."
He Jian looked at Ouyang Ming’s slightly weak back and sighed secretly, what exactly is this kind of flame? When I was in Heiwu Mountain, I stepped on the flames like a god. Before, the lotus was growing every step of the way. His pupils shrank slightly, and the awe in his heart grew more and more. The more he came into contact with Ouyang Ming, the more he felt scared. It seemed that this was a person who knew him by birth, and there was no difficulty or danger that could stop him.
The moment before, it even pushed a figure of Taoism into desperation.
He thought a little bit, secretly, can I stop the previous blow? The answer is at a loss, deeply at a loss.
Even he doesn’t know if he can stop it. This is not to say that Ouyang Ming’s cultivation has caught up with He Jian, but that Ouyang Ming is in the flames, like a tiger returning to the mountain, a real dragon entering the sea, and the environment The advantage is too great. ...
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