"How is that possible! What the hell is going on!"
The change only happened for a moment, and Ji Huazi was caught off guard.
At this moment, the freezing time suddenly flowed again and it was out of control.
“Buzz!”
A terrifying roar sound came out of the air, freeing from the constraints of time, and the seven natal sword bodies tore the world apart, turning into light faster than lightning, and stabbing Ji Huazi's body fiercely.
Die together! "This is impossible!"
Ji Huazi didn't want to believe it, but his stubbornness was completely wiped out by the huge pain conveyed from his body.
The natal sword body burned life, how powerful it was.
Even Ji Huazi's body was as strong as cast iron and steel, it was easily torn apart.
A sword shattered the shoulder blades, a sword cut off the thigh, a sword pierced through the heart, a sword cut off the head, a sword slanted torn open the lungs, a sword cut off the spine, a sword shattered hope! A big bunch of blood
It splashed out like an endless rain of blood. Ji Huazi's body was shattered and shattered with a bang.
His soul escaped early, condensed into a phantom, staring at the shattering of the body in amazement.
"Who is plotting against me... Who is it? Stand up for me! Since you have performed such a big move, don't shrink your head and tail!"
The phantom gradually condensed. Although it looked exactly the same as the original body, the shattering of the original body caused great trauma to Ji Huazi.
His cultivation level also dropped rapidly from the peak, leaving only the middle stage of the God Transformation.
Such damage was difficult for Ji Huazi to accept. He screamed loudly, and there was no trace of the pride of the Thirteen Yings of Lingshan.
More than just Ji Huazi's anger, seven gray faces gradually appeared after the seven natal sword bodies tore Ji Huazi apart.
The seven swordsmen, led by the ancient swordsman, all had blood-red eyes, gritted their teeth, and looked like they wanted to eat someone.
But their lives have been burned out, and now just a gust of breeze can send them into eternal sleep.
Seeing the appearance of the Seven Swordsmen, Ji Huazi also realized something.
He said desolately: "Can you..." Before he finished speaking, his phantom trembled violently, and an extremely powerful force attacked from behind.
The stormy wind swept through, sweeping away the last traces of the seven swordsmen remaining in the world.
“What is it?”
Ji Huazi felt that the phantom was being held by some force and was actually out of his control.
This scared him so much that he was so scared that he had only this soul left. If he was really destroyed, it would be completely over! "Escape!"
Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Ji Huazi made the wisest choice.
He dared not bet anymore. If he lost, he would be doomed and he could not afford to lose.
But the moment he made up his mind to escape, the force that involved him became stronger, and suddenly increased hundreds of times, squeezed it mercilessly from all directions, almost cutting off all his escape routes.
At this moment, Ji Huazi finally showed a trace of despair.
He was shocked to realize that he had fallen into an impossible trap. Today is his death date! The power of sucking Ji Huazi seemed to come from the underworld, with a bone-broken coldness.
Even though Ji Huazi's cultivation level is still retained in the realm of Transformation of God, facing this strange power, there is a sense of powerlessness that cannot be achieved even if it is powerful.
"Wooah!"
Ji Huazi resisted hard, but the force he squeezed became stronger and stronger, and soon exceeded the range he could withstand.
What's even more terrifying is that a sinister and vicious sharp aura suddenly appeared behind Ji Huazi, piercing his defense like a ghost, passing through his soul.
Ji Huazi's already shaky resistance was immediately torn apart and an irreparable gap. This sneak attack that was extremely damaged instantly took away his last hope.
"asshole!"
Ji Huazi was discharged in one breath, but it was too late to regroup.
The power around him was violently pressed down and penetrated into his soul.
Ji Huazi's phantom suddenly trembled violently, and an extreme chill filled his soul, almost completely frozen him.
The attack suffered in a hurry caused his vitality to be severely damaged and he could no longer restore his power.
"ah!"
Ji Huazi let out a shrill scream, knowing that he was finished.
But he was still a little unwilling to accept it. Who was it? What method did he use to plot against him, a monk standing at the peak of the Little Thousand Immortal Realm?
"Come out!"
Ji Huazi shouted in a loud voice, but unfortunately the man still refused to show up.
Instead, a stronger and stronger force penetrated into his soul, as if he was poured with molten iron inside and outside his soul, forcibly blocking him from the inside out.
Ji Huazi was almost desperate, and had only a strong cultivation level but could not display it.
He already had a faint feeling that this may be the most dangerous and sinister battle in his life, or it may be a great disaster he was destined to have.
What's even more terrifying is that he did not have the slightest confidence to survive this disaster! In the distant void, Li Xuan looked at Ji Huazi's madness coldly.
His plan is going on in an orderly manner, and now Ji Huazi is a turtle in the jar, and life and death are only between his backhand.
But Li Xuan was very patient, he knew the other party was powerful.
He will never show up unless it is foolproof.
What's more, Li Xuan has another more important thing to do.
What he had to do was not just kill Ji Huazi. He took such a big risk to plot against a cultivator who cast a cauldron. If he didn't get some benefits for himself, then Li Xuan wouldn't be Li Xuan! In front of him, he appeared first.
A soul was found, followed by the second and third... When thousands of souls were placed obediently in front of him, it was clear what Li Xuan wanted to do.
Li Xuan has always wanted to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, but he has not found a suitable opportunity.
Now Ji Huazi's soul has fallen into storms. If he doesn't take his life while he is sick, Li Xuan will regret it for the rest of his life! Put such a powerful monk into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?
This idea is simply crazy.
Since the opening of the small world, no one has dared to think so, but this crazy idea has emerged in Li Xuan's mind and is being practiced step by step.
Now, in Li Xuan's eyes, only Ji Huazi's anger and fear can be seen.
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner originally used negative emotions such as fear, anger, and hatred as the source of power. The more it forced Ji Huazi to a desperate situation, he would burst out the strongest power in despair. When he was earned by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, he would
The stronger.
In Li Xuan's eyes, extreme madness was burning.
Even when he fought with countless powerful people of the same realm in his previous life, he never had such arrogant thoughts in his heart.