At the headquarters of Jiuyoudao, the earth-level powerhouses are the mainstream, but the heaven-level is the real strong and core. Their status and strength are completely incomparable to the earth-level powerhouses, so no one does not want to be aged by the earth-level powerhouses, so no one does not want to
Become the real strong.
Now the only opportunity for dark ghosts to change their destiny is to try to gain benefits before the sect arrives. Once they succeed, they can become the best person, but if they miss it, they may rise up forever.
So he rushed over desperately to seize the opportunity, but who knew that as soon as he arrived, Mr. Qian and his party also arrived.
All his rationality and patience were abandoned when the last colorful divine bead was leisurely flying in the air. This was the only divine bead he could obtain. No matter how many there were in the Mo family, there was no at this time.
, In the future, there are only those who can belong to those strong people in the sect. He takes action and tries hard.
At this time, the dark ghost was bleeding from seven orifices, his image was extremely terrifying, his eye sockets were deep, and his face became more bloody, but his body was strangely fat like a ball. Then the marks crawled on his palms began to swell and even burst and burst and bleeding beads bleed
.
"Dark Spirit Blood Dragon", the dark ghost touched the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly. The ghost roared, his hands doubled in size, and then the blue veins exploded, blood mist sprayed, his body began to shrivel, and all the energy was transferred to his hands.
Then, he rushed out along the spurted blood, and a blood-colored dragon from hell roared towards Mr. Qian, with indescribable blood and power.
Mr. Qian's face was gloomy, and the power of the blood dragon made him creepy, and a fatal sense of crisis lingered, but at this time, it was absolutely impossible for him to give up. He hated the dark ghost who was disrupting the situation.
Qian's hair and beard were all open, his whole body was hot and hot, and it became hot and hot, burning the air and making a crackling sound. His hands were like hot irons, instantly scattering out the fire. The pillar of fire soared into the sky turned into the god of fire.
Entangled with the evil dragon.
Two towering figures occupy half of the sky, and every impact of the Fire God will make the blood dragon's shadow body weaker.
The blood dragon is not a weapon, it tears the blood claws, gnaws the blood teeth, and sprints the blood horns. In just a few dozen breaths, the Fire God was torn to pieces to the end.
The blood spots in the sky fell, corroding large holes, and when the fire fell, the bears would not be extinguished and the plants would be burned.
"It's really exciting, but it seems that this old man is not good enough. Well, this old man of ghost is probably hanging up." Although Mo Yi's expression was leisurely, he was actually paying attention to this battle. The spiritual consciousness of the Heavenly Level had long been locked.
After all, he had never seen or carried out such a level of actual combat before this.
This is suspected to be an opportunity to absorb experience and broaden your horizons.
Mo Yi's ability to stand at the top in her life is inseparable from not missing any opportunity to grow.
After fighting all the way, many talents surpass themselves, and many geniuses who surpass themselves die in their hands. It is not about luck, but the consciousness of fighting. The fighting style that is constantly tempered and progressing every moment is to make all opponents
The most feared.
Just as Mo Yi was talking to himself, the battle in the sky changed drastically.
The dragon horn of the blood-colored dragon suddenly flashed blood, and its body began to degenerate, as if all the blood-colored energy was gathered on the dragon horn. Suddenly, the body turned into a blood rain and dissipated, and the dragon horn fell from the dragon's body.
, stirring the blood-colored whirlwind and trapped the Fire God.
The arrogant dragon horns kept cutting the Fire God, but in a short while, the Fire God was completely dismembered, and the rest of the momentum rushed towards the desolate. The old Qian, who was spewing blood, was still how old Qian was trying hard, but he was still being left by this dragon.
The horn shattered both palms and then penetrated the chest, which turned into bloody rain.
Mr. Qian's breath of life gradually disappeared and he fell to the ground hard. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it until he died.
The dark ghost also landed on the ground, his expression was depressed, and he irresistiblely spewed out blood when he landed on the ground.
He was still very powerful, and he looked at the dead Mr. Qian indifferently, and then headed towards the colorful divine bead step by step.
Xiao Yingxiong's face was pale and his forehead was even more sweaty. He would inevitably be punished if Qian Lao died, and the approaching dark ghost brought him great pressure, even giving him the urge to escape.
But his eyes were staring at the colorful divine beads not far away in front of him, which had once shined with dazzling light but now lying peacefully on the ground, a trace of greed flashed by.
He dared not fight with Mr. Qian because everyone is in the same camp and Mr. Qian is always superior, but the dark ghost is the enemy, and killing him will only get rewards.[
What's more, everyone here is his own people. As long as he kills the dark ghost, who knows even if the God Pearl is embezzled by him?
Xiao Yingxiong's greed defeated everything, and he absolutely did not believe that the dark ghost was not hurt.
Qian is so powerful that no one can defeat him without paying the price. However, the dark ghost deliberately maintains his strength but seems too much in the mark, which must be guilty.
"Give it all to me, kill him to avenge Mr. Qian." Xiao Yingxiong, who was determined, rushed forward with Leng Yue Palace.
Those who came here this time were all direct disciples who had been trained by Xiao Yingxiong for many years. After a command, they rushed towards the dark ghosts.
A trace of anger and anger flashed in the dark ghost's eyes, and the ghost's claws flew all over the sky.
The sound of banging was endless, and the disciple who was hit by the ghost claws screamed. Before he could land, he was already broken and his heart was exhausted.
Soon, more than 30 disciples were killed by dark ghosts, which made everyone feel scared.
"Don't be afraid, kill quickly, don't give him a chance to breathe. The force of his palm is getting weaker and weaker, and it's almost impossible."
Xiao Yingxiong became the leader of a sect, so he naturally had some vision. At the beginning, his disciple died in the middle claw, but now he is only seriously injured, which is suspected to indicate the weakness of the dark ghost.
The dark ghost roared endlessly. The Dark Spirit Blood Dragon's move was a forbidden move he had just created. He borrowed the special violent energy from the violent stone and increased his combat power several times in an instant, so that he could control this forbidden move.
A typical killer skill is to hurt the enemy by 1,000 and damage oneself. At this time, most of the meridians in the body have been torn and broken by violent energy. It can be said that their strength cannot be removed, and even the fire of life is dying.
A hundred years of life.
He paid such a great price to kill his old enemy Mr. Qian, who was extremely cruel.
Unfortunately, because of his weak strength, he was too impatient with Lingzhu and tried to scare away the people in Lengyue Palace with his momentum, but he lost traces of them.
It is just a casual matter to deal with Xiao Yingxiong and the others in normal times, but now this group of people has become their own death-seeking king. How can they not be angry?
The dark ghost stared at Xiao Yingxiong fiercely, and his gaze almost wanted to tear him and swallow him up, causing him to sink forever and suffer.