"Seeking death!" The short, fat woman glared angrily, roared violently, and swung the black hammer in her hand toward the black-robed man.
call!
The air was pushed away violently, making a roaring sound. The hammer blocked the sunlight, and a shadow enveloped the black-robed figure.
At this critical moment, the black-robed figure suddenly turned around, put the star stone in his hand into the storage ring, and pulled out a pale golden bag in his hand.
Facing this hill-like pitch black hammer, he opened the pale golden pouch unhurriedly.
Wow
As if the sky had collapsed, a fierce suction force suddenly emerged from the pale gold pouch and enveloped the hill-like hammer.
The pitch-black hammer suddenly shrank in size, from the size of a mountain to the size of a pinhole, and was put into this pale golden pouch.
"Qiankun Bag?"
The short, fat woman's eyes widened and she said, "Are you the real treasure thief?"
The figure in black robe glanced at her indifferently, turned around and left immediately.
"Bastard!" the short and fat woman roared: "Give me the Sky Hammer!" Her figure flickered, leaving an afterimage behind her, but she had already passed in front of the black-robed figure at an astonishing speed.
The black-robed figure frowned and said in disgust: "Fat pig!" He flicked his palm, and a golden stick suddenly appeared. He held it in his hand and hit the short fat woman head-on.
The short, fat woman roared: "Death!"
With a flick of her wrist, she took out a thin sword with flashing green light and stabbed the black-robed figure in the head. At the same time, a long bridge on the other side emerged under her body, this ancient gray-brown bridge.
To the left and right of the body, there seemed to be lines of light yellow spring water flowing.
"The water of the underworld!"
The short and fat woman's face flushed as red as a flame, her eyes almost bursting with fire, and she said every word: "No one who dares to call me a fat pig can continue to live!"
The treasure-stealing master sneered and said: "Fat pig, fat pig, fat pig...come and kill me."
The short, fat woman stared at him. After a moment, the anger suddenly disappeared from her eyes. She took a deep breath and said calmly: "How do you want to die?"
"Death of old age." Tao Bao Daoist glanced at her and said: "With your cultivation level that has just entered the shackles realm, it would be too wishful thinking to deal with me. Although you are an elder of Ziyang Sect, you are not afraid of wearing shoes when you are barefoot.
I have no family and no sect, wandering across the small fairyland. If I want to leave, who can stay?"
The short, fat woman stared at him coldly, without any emotion in her eyes. She held the azure light sword tightly in her hand and whispered: "Sword Qi Slash——"
The azure light sword buzzed and suddenly spun like an awl. It was suspended above her head. As the azure light sword rotated, the surrounding air flowed. For an instant, the azure light sword was completely invisible, and only one person could be seen.
A spiral cone surrounded by white air.
"Death!" The short, fat woman pointed her finger. The sword energy slash whizzed away.
Master Taobao sneered, opened the Qiankun bag in his hand, and said calmly: "Take it!"
The void seemed to be collapsing, and the strong gravity pulled the sword energy into it, swallowing it up in an instant.
The real treasure thief said leisurely: "What other treasures can you give me two more?"
The short, fat woman stared at him without saying a word.
Master Taobao frowned and suddenly felt something was wrong. Suddenly, he felt the Qiankun bag in his hand tremble.
buzzing
The sound of sword clanging came from the Qiankun Bag.
"How is that possible?" Master Tao Bao was shocked. His Qiankun Bag is a top-grade holy weapon. It is only one step away from being able to advance into a top-grade holy tool. It can collect many holy tools, even if the holy tool still contains the owner's personal information.
The mental imprint can be taken away directly.
Any sacred artifact that is taken in will fall into a deep sleep. At this moment, the sound of swords will sound?
Just when he was surprised, the pale golden Qiankun bag suddenly exploded with a "pop" sound, like the sound of tearing cloth.
A jet-black sword energy, swirling around the white air current, penetrated a bloody hole in the palm of the treasure-stealing master's hand holding the Qiankun bag.
"I forgot to tell you that my Sky-shattering Hammer and Sky-Splitting Sword are a complete set of top-quality holy weapons..." The short, fat woman said with cruel eyes, "They are combined into a Heaven-Slaying Sword!"
clank!
The pitch-black sword energy split apart and quickly transformed into a pitch-black iron hammer and a green light sword. Then the azure-light sword suddenly split, like countless tiny fragments pieced together, intertwined with the pitch-black iron hammer.
Fusion.
A sharp sword energy was loud and clear, approaching the real person who stole the treasure.
The real treasure thief dodged and quickly dodged. He stared in horror at the pitch-black light in front of the short, fat woman, from which a sword gradually emerged.
The pitch-black sword has the pattern of a hammer engraved on it, and there is a cyan glow on the handle.
The short and fat woman held the sword and looked at the real treasure thief coldly, and her figure suddenly flew out.
Master Pirates' pupils tightened, and he immediately flashed and disappeared hundreds of miles away. He said angrily: "You can't kill me. My 'Dapeng Secret Technique' travels thousands of miles. With your cultivation, you can't trap me."
of!"
"Death!" the short and fat woman roared and chased after him with a knife. In an instant, the two figures appeared tens of thousands of miles away and disappeared without a trace.
Tang Lin whispered: "Go and follow them."
Nolan frowned, but still did not disobey Tang Lin's order. He chased the two figures with all his strength. With the aura left in the air, he could easily keep up.
After she left, Tang Lin looked at the nine-headed hell dragon in the sea water, his eyes flickering. This nine-headed hell dragon was full of treasures, especially the nine dragon heads, which could be made into a set of powerful holy weapons!
At this time, the white-haired old man in the sky watched the short and fat woman leave, but did not immediately chase her. He looked at the body of the nine-headed hell dragon, his eyes flickering slightly.
When the other young man saw the treasure-stealing master killing another person with his sword, he became timid and did not dare to pursue him. He just stood in the air with the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man's eyes flashed and he said: "You just lost your vitality in the battle. I have a vitality talisman here that can help you quickly gather your vitality. Let's quickly pack up and go after the real treasure thief. This person actually bullied us."
The head is unforgivable."
The young man nodded and said, "We'd better hurry up."
The white-haired old man handed him a dark brown talisman and said, "Put it on your body and it will gather vitality."
The young man smiled and said, "Thank you Master Zhou."
The white-haired old man smiled and said: "You're welcome..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly screamed, looked at the young man in fear, and said, "What are you doing?"
The young man's palm did not pick up the magic talisman. Instead, he clasped the white-haired old man's wrist, his fingers sinking deeply into his flesh and blood, pressing against his meridians.
The young man sneered and said: "Do you think I am a fool? This talisman of yours contains strong poison, and it is not a vitality talisman at all. As soon as I put it on, after you turn on the talisman, I will be poisoned to death immediately, and even my soul will be poisoned.
The poison is corrosive!"
The white-haired old man said angrily: "I can't understand what you are saying!"
The young man said coldly: "You will naturally understand that now your spiritual veins have been controlled by me, and you are unable to circulate the vitality in your body, which makes you a useless person! I have practiced this 'Spirit-Sealing Hand' for hundreds of years. I obtained it from the Deserted Sea Palace
You won’t be able to escape from the ancient secrets I accidentally obtained.”
The white-haired old man's face turned red and he said angrily: "I am a guest of your Ziyang Sect. If anything happens to me, you will definitely die!"
"Really?" the young man sneered: "If I were in the outside world, I would still have some care. In this star world, the arithmetic of heaven and earth is useless and I can't calculate my own destiny. Even if I kill you, who will be able to calculate it?"
?”
The white-haired old man looked at the cruelty in his eyes, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and stammered: "Don't be impulsive. If you have anything to say, we can discuss it. I can give you talismans and holy weapons. Don't mess around..."
"Die!" The young man suddenly raised his palm and slapped it, and a silver-white life chart appeared in his palm, which hit the white-haired old man's chest hard.
Bang!
The white-haired old man's body was like a withered shell, with a bloody hole punched through it. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body flew backwards.
The young man's figure flashed, and he quickly caught up with him. He raised his horoscope and struck it hard, crushing the white-haired old man's body into pulp in an instant.
In this fleshy mud, a wisp of transparent soul fled away into the distance.
"Want to leave?" The young man looked cold. He grabbed the transparent soul with his palm and said coldly: "Death!"
Purple-red flames appeared on his palms, burning this transparent soul.
"ah--"
The soul let out a miserable scream, and was then melted into a white soul bead by the purple-red flames, which flew into the palm of the young man's hand.
"Swallow it, and the power of my soul will be greatly increased." The young man's eyes were shining, he was holding the soul bead and sneered: "Knowing that you are the demon suppressor, you will definitely be greedy for the nine-headed hell dragon. After all, this monster has
Nearly one hundred thousand years of Taoist practice is full of treasures. If the demon-suppressing matrix had not been ambushed in advance, even a strong man in the Shackles Realm would have a hard time defeating it."
"Such a precious corpse can be made into a high-grade sacred instrument with just a few carvings. How could I give it to you?"
He sneered, looked down at the corpse of the nine-headed hell dragon, licked his lips, and leaned over to rush over.
bang bang
The sound of applause sounded out of thin air.
The young man's expression changed, and when he looked back, he saw a young man in red robes appearing behind him, looking at him with a smile.
Seeing the sword pattern on the robe, his expression changed and he forced a smile and said, "Are you from the Chunyang Sect?"
Tang Lin smiled and said: "You are so kind and clever. If this old man hadn't wanted to harm you first, you wouldn't have been able to get close to him and seal his vitality... If you want to kill others, you must always be prepared to be killed.
, are you ready?"
At the end of the sentence, his eyes sharpened and he stared at the young man.
The young man looked him over, breathed a sigh of relief, and sneered: "You, a little monk in the life chart realm, want to kill me?"
Tang Lin flipped his palm, took out the magic sword, stroked the sword body, and said softly: "Speaking of which, I haven't fought against a strong person from the other side realm yet. I really want to experience it."...)
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