The haphazard divine thunder fired by Yuwen Zhouyuan, the faint moon-shaped golden light, did not directly hit the mass of flesh and blood, but slowly revolved around it, gradually getting faster and faster, making a strange buzzing sound.
buzz.
All the monks present could not figure out what Yuwen Zhouyuan was playing. Only Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao had seen it. He shouted: "Everyone, step back, step back quickly!"
The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor suddenly howled crazily, and he was about to take shape, but he also felt the danger of an impending disaster, but now he couldn't muster any strength to resist, so he could only roar angrily.
Under the rapid rotation of the golden light of the moon, everyone could not see clearly the mass of flesh and blood, which was completely shrouded in golden light.
Someone shouted: "Look, everyone, what is that?"
I saw a white light shooting into the golden light, followed by a red light, and then a blue light. These lights were all produced out of nothing from the air, as if there were countless invisible gods holding sharp arrows and shooting at the skeleton demon soul ancestor.
Every ray of colored light emitted a thunderbolt that shook the sky. The sound of thunderbolts became louder and denser. Gradually, people saw colorful lights radiating all over their eyes and heard a series of thunderbolts in their ears.
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao sighed: "Thunder at will... Hey! Thunder at will! Bring back the heavenly tribulation at will... He will no longer be able to cultivate the gods and demons of the devil. Even if he practices again, he will never have time. Our
I’m really lucky.”
Feng Zilei, an epileptic Taoist, asked doubtfully: "Senior, is the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor so powerful? Even the divine thunder can't destroy him?" He found it incredible.
Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao's white hair was fluttering. He approached Yu Wen Zhouyuan and put his hand on his shoulder, pouring a pure mana into it, and then said: "Destroy him? That is impossible, he is already
He's a demon. After being hit by a random divine thunder, hey, even if he changes shape, his power will be limited. At least a true emperor-level monk can resist him."
The epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei was secretly surprised. He understood the meaning of Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao's words, which meant that if the skeleton demon soul ancestor had not been struck by random divine thunder, the true emperor-level monks would not be able to resist it at all.
Suddenly the thunder stopped, and the mass of flesh and blood suddenly shone, and a desperate roar came from the flesh and blood, followed by a "cracking" sound like exploding beans, just like the firecrackers set off during the festival, the mass of blood turned into evil spirits.
The flesh and blood fetus split into countless gaps, and a stench spread everywhere. Suddenly, golden light flashed, and with a loud bang, the flesh and blood mass exploded.
The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor's hope of rebuilding his demon body was completely destroyed by Yuwen Zhouyuan's random divine thunder. This kind of demon body can be used to withstand heavenly tribulations, which means that the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor will never be able to complete it.
The most powerful gods and demons in the demon world.
I saw only a red shadow left in the sky, looking around blankly.
Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment and couldn't figure out what this red shadow was. Only Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao and a few masters knew in their hearts that this was the demon spirit of the ancestor of the Skeleton Demon Soul.
"Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, save me!" Ming Lingzi flew up from the ground. The armor on his body had been shattered, the flying sword was dim, and he looked very embarrassed.
The red shadow of the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor seemed to have found its target. It flashed in front of him, let out a weird laugh, and suddenly rushed into Ming Lingzi's body.
Ming Lingzi howled loudly: "No! Master...honor...master...save me...ah...don't...no..."
A monk in the sky shouted: "Ming Lingzi! Clumsy!" A ray of white light hit Ming Lingzi's Heavenly Spirit Cover, and his master couldn't stand it anymore and took action.
Ming Lingzi's Nascent Soul struggled to fly out of his physical body. The Nascent Soul was covered with red filaments, but his physical body smiled sinisterly: "Want to run away? What a beautiful idea!" He suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out.
A thick red mist suddenly enveloped Ming Lingzi's Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul let out a miserable scream and was swallowed up by the open mouth of the physical body.
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao said: "The magic power of 'Seizing the Body and Devouring the Soul'! Damn it, this Ming Lingzi is an idiot, he dares to get close to the devil when he encounters it."
Yuwen Zhouyuan finally opened his eyes. With the help of Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao, he quickly recovered his skills. He secretly vowed never to use the divine thunder at will again. This move was so powerful that it might even kill him.
He had to put it in. He pinched the magic formula with his hand and put away the Heart Lotus Xiangzuo. This treasure also consumes a lot of mana.
Yuwen Zhouyuan asked: "Brother, how are you? Have you destroyed the skeleton demon soul ancestor?"
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao pointed his finger in the air, and Yuwen Zhouyuan said in surprise: "Ming Lingzi?"
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao said: "That is the ancestor of the Skeleton Demon Soul. He took Ming Lingzi's body and devoured his Nascent Soul, but he can no longer become a god or demon."
The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor kept spinning in circles in the air, and it could be seen that he was extremely angry.
Some monks had already stepped forward to fight with him, and more and more monks joined in. Yuwen Zhouyuan laughed and said: "Haha! It's a group fight."
Ming Yun shook his head and said: "It's not possible to fight like this. He doesn't seem to have the ability to fight back now. After a while, when he fuses with Ming Lingzi's original body, I'm afraid that won't be the case."
Feng Zilei, a Taoist with epilepsy, said eagerly: "I'm going up, hey, let's have some fun."
Feng Zilei sprayed out his flying sword and was about to step forward. Mingyun grabbed him and said, "Why are you in a hurry? There will be a fight in a while. Don't lose your composure and wait!"
The epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei smiled bitterly and said: "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He did not dare to disobey his elders' words.
The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor was chased up and down by the monks. He had long forgotten that he was originally a peerless master in the world of cultivation. It was the first time for him to be chased in this embarrassing situation. He ran away while
Howl, now he can't fight back, he must first demonize Ming Lingzi's body.
With a miserable howl, one arm of the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor was smashed to pieces by the flying sword, revealing his crimson demon arm.
The demon arm suddenly turned into countless red threads and covered the monk who injured his arm. The man showed surprise, fear and disbelief, as if he thought this was impossible.
At the moment when the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor was stunned, he suddenly exploded, lifting up a ball of flesh and blood. The armor on his body and the flying swords surrounding him were like decorations and had no effect at all.
The ancestor of the Skeleton Demon Soul, Gaga, laughed strangely and bumped into it. The mass of flesh and blood was sucked into his body like a moth to a flame. In an instant, a whole arm grew back.
Such a terrifying sight shocked the monks who besieged him, and they all hurriedly retreated back. The ancestor of the skeleton demon soul finally gained this precious moment, and Ming Lingzi's original body suddenly shattered into flesh and mud, and the demon body
Integrate.
Someone shouted: "Fight quickly! Don't let him have a chance to breathe!" Seven or eight sword rays were shot at him.
I just heard the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor laugh eerily: "It's too late, you all have to... die!" The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor finally regained his composure. He ignored the flying swords and rushed in quickly.
Blood mist suddenly rose into the sky from the crowd, and shrill howls rang out one after another.
In a very short moment, seven or eight monks were devoured by his explosive body.
The masters of Zhenwu Palace in Liuyun Peak shouted wildly: "Everyone retreat! Everyone retreat!" The besieging monks were running around in confusion, and everyone was horrified: the ancestor of the skeleton demon soul was not afraid of flying swords at all.
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao said: "It's better for us to go! Remember, except for my brother's sword energy, no one else can get close to the demon. Ordinary flying swords cannot stop the demon's bite."
I just heard the monks from Liuyunfeng Zhenwu Palace shouting loudly again: "Prepare the Tower-Suppressing Divine Thunder! Prepare the Tower-Suppressing Divine Thunder!" Masters from Liuyunfeng Zhenwu Palace distributed in all directions flew out of the Tower-Suppressing Star Ring again.
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao scolded: "A bunch of idiots! Why are you using the tower thunder at this time... Hurry! Let's go up!" He swayed and moved to the sky, staring closely at the skeleton demon soul ancestor to see what he would do.
The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor looked up at the flying shadow, couldn't help laughing, and flew quickly towards the monks gathered in the west.
The monks in the west had the largest number, about a hundred or so. Someone shouted: "Use magic weapon!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately became lively. All kinds of weird things were thrown at the skeleton demon soul ancestor, some were shot with magic bows, some were exploded with thunder, some were with fire magic weapons, and some were with cold magic weapons.
, even a demon body as powerful as the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor would not dare to break through.
The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor screamed strangely and rushed up into the sky. The masters from Liuyunfeng Zhenwu Palace were moving their positions hurriedly. The Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor smiled ferociously and crashed into the body of one of them.
The man didn't even understand the method used by the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor to break into his protective sword circle. He only felt a sharp pain all over his body. Just when he let out his first roar of pain, his original body was like tender tofu.
Normally, it would be smashed to pieces and broken into a ball of flesh and blood. Of course, Nascent Soul could not escape and was immediately devoured by the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor as a great tonic pill.
The devil relies on the monk's original body and Nascent Soul to obtain energy, so he is the natural enemy of the monk.
After killing more than a dozen monks in a row, the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor became obviously more powerful.
The formation that the monks of Zhenwu Palace in Liuyun Peak had set up in the air was smashed to pieces by the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor. Wherever they could organize themselves, the tower-suppressing divine thunder was even more unable to be fired.
The ancestor of the skeleton demon soul kept making weird laughs, chasing the panicked monks back and forth. Seeing that the flying sword had no effect on the demon, most of the monks panicked.
The blood mist around the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor is getting thicker and thicker. Every time a monk dies, he becomes stronger and his flying speed becomes faster and faster.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked up at the sky, and saw the skeleton demon soul ancestor wrapped in red mist, running back and forth with a strange smile. The monks in the sky were in chaos, running around, he shook his head and said: "Hey, it's a plate of loose sand, why don't you see it?"
People come out to take command...If this continues, sooner or later they will be defeated by him one by one."
Ding Xiangyang said worriedly: "Yes! But who will take command? I didn't expect that the Skeleton Demon Soul Ancestor would be so powerful after being so severely injured... Hey! Senior, you can take command!"