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The ghost kingdom was born and became more than ten feet in size. The central royal court was majestic and majestic. Amidst the boiling white flames, a pale and incomplete palm loomed.
After a period of continuous smelting, the wound on the palm no longer has blood surging, and is about to be truly refined.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Jiu immediately mobilized the ghost kingdom to operate at full capacity. The secret sound of the royal court was transmitted clearly, and the mysterious patterns were flowing. A tall shadow walked out from the depths of the palace, making a clicking sound of trampling bones. It gradually became clear that it was
That white-bone ghost general.
He was dressed in bone armor, with an astonishing aura of condensation. He was exuding a hazy and mysterious mist. He came to the entrance of the royal palace, turned his big hand, and punched out runes one after another, which were integrated into the bone-white fireworks one after another to help them accelerate burning and refine.
The power of transformation increased sharply.
White light spreads across the sky, and the remaining palm wrapped in the core of the flame has a tendency to turn into liquid and is becoming soft. However, if wax melts, its outer skin will melt away first and be melted into drops of crystal white liquid.
Although this palm is extremely evil, when it is refined into liquid, there is no evil spirit at all. Instead, it contains a store of powerful vitality, like the spirit of heaven and earth, which contains extremely abundant energy and is extremely rare.
The liquid formed by smelting the skin of the palms was condensed by the royal palace to form a fist-sized watery mass. The inside was filled with a secret flow of energy that was so rich that it could not be dissolved. As it swirled, it made the sound of the Yangtze River rushing, forming waves.
The sound of water is real.
According to Zhujiu's analysis, the original owner of the Broken Palm should be an extremely powerful Yin creature. This can be seen from the fact that the severed portion of the Broken Palm can withstand the white flames of the royal palace for such a long time to be smelted. But at this time, the Broken Palm was really destroyed.
Melting, showing such momentum and movement still makes people feel surprised.
After the skin of the severed palm melted away, the blood and tendons hidden inside were exposed. Although the blood leaked from the wound for many days and was almost dry, its core essence was not lost, and it began to melt.
This time the scene was even more bizarre. Every time a drop of crystal-like blood was melted, there was a scream. The sound was shrill and heart-wrenching, and those who heard it were frightened.
Zhu Jiu was secretly shocked. Every drop of blood was so strange, which meant that the master of the severed hand had definitely reached the top level of powerful power. Almost every drop of blood contained spirituality, as if there were individual human beings inside.
Life, full of vitality.
This level is not far away from the legendary magical power of rebirth by dripping blood. It is really extremely powerful.
The ghost kingdom's refining power continued, and all the blood contained in the broken palm was melted. It also formed a ball of blood essence light as big as a fist, and the red light was overwhelming.
After all the flesh and blood were smelted, only the skeleton with two broken fingers was left in this severed palm. Its color was crystal clear, like carved white jade, with blood lines naturally growing on its surface, emitting evil waves.
Different from human phalanges, the front end of each finger is very sharp. It is slightly similar to the finger hook of a raptor, but it is not curved. Overall, it looks like the hand of a ghost. It is very scary, and there is actually a violent aura coming out of it.
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The refining of the bones of the Broken Palm was particularly difficult. It was extremely strong and took a long time. Only a small area showed signs of decay, and a drop of essence bone fluid was peeled off.
A bloody rune emerged from the drop of bone fluid, which was formed from the original blood lines on the bones and contained unknown mysterious energy.
As soon as the bone fluid was peeled off, the tall ghost general standing at the gate of the royal palace suddenly screamed and raised his two big hands, as if he was carrying a mountain, moving the bone fluid to the land of bones in the ghost kingdom.
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Thunderbolts were heard, and thunder and lightning flashed across the sky in the ghost country. Just this drop of bone fluid, under the sound of thunder, caused an evil rain of bone fluid in the ghost country. When the rain fell to the ground, every white bone was moistened.
, slight growth occurs and becomes larger.
The white flames urged by the King's Palace are still smelting the bones of the broken palm. Although the process is slow, every time a drop of bone fluid is peeled off and sprinkles on the land of white bones, forming a kind of moisture.
Gradually, the entire bone ground was trembling, as if an extreme and miraculous change was about to occur.
Zhu Jiuman was very happy. While he was watching the series of changes in the ghost country, he was also curious about the owner of the palm, who was as cruel as a ghost. What kind of creature from the underworld could actually contain such a wealth of sinister essence in his body.
It was only at this moment that he was distracted by looking at the Heavenly List's previous reminder that there were intelligent beings fighting hundreds of miles away. The article on the list immediately projected a picture in the sea of consciousness.
Zhu Jiu's thoughts were slightly surprised when he saw this picture.
The screen shows a scene of fierce fighting. One of the parties is dressed in black robes, controls the Sea of Consciousness Talisman, summons demon corpses to fight, and is a cultivator of the Corpse Shinto.
They walked in a group, with a total of more than ten people. The leaders were two outer hall masters with fifth-level peak cultivation, and the rest were young men and women, mostly with third- and fourth-level cultivation.
There were nearly twenty monks fighting against them. They all had light green faces and evil auras. They were the most notorious soul-eating clan in ancient times. Zhu Jiu had dealt with them before. The young genius of this clan was extremely powerful.
She was extremely beautiful, and her cultivation level was not inferior to that of Zhu Jiu. When the Dragon Palace ruins were discovered, the two of them started a wild battle, and finally separated without deciding the winner.
The soul-eating cultivators who are besieging the people of the Corpse Shinto are wearing black and green alternating armor with numerous lines. Most of them are of the fifth level. They are extremely powerful. The spells they cast form illusory shadows. They appear and disappear. They are actually using evil methods.
It specializes in poaching people's hearts or brain fluids and eating them, which is extremely evil.
The appearance of the soul-eating clan in the demon corpse world made Zhu Jiu think a lot. The world of death is almost an exclusive plane of the corpse god. So many soul-eating clans have barged in without permission and dared to gather people to surround and kill. There have been several
The tendency to provoke a war between large forces is not a trivial matter.
Practitioners under the Abyss Seat may not only kill internally in some cases, but they must be united externally, otherwise they would not be able to thrive for a long time.
When a fellow sect member was surrounded and killed by outsiders, Zhu Jiu could not ignore it. His eyes suddenly became sharp and sharp.
When the Tianbang first displayed the written reminder, the battle took place hundreds of miles away. The number of the besieged corpse god cultivators was small, and their own strength was not as strong as the opponent. They were always retreating, and people kept dying. The direction of their retreat was exactly the same.
Gradually approaching the area where Zhu Jiucun is hiding.
I was delayed a lot of time because I was watching the Ghost Kingdom smelting the broken palm. By this time, the two sides were already close to dozens of miles away.
Zhu Jiu had a sinister look on his face, with blazing murderous intent. He remained on Qingpeng's back and did not move, but his thoughts were transmitted and he successively issued orders to several monster corpses on the ground below.
These vicious creatures received orders and acted instantly. Ripples suddenly rose in front of the setting sun, and a kind of spatial mist appeared in the void. It stepped out, its body shape merged with the space, and disappeared.
The knight also showed a strange phenomenon. After the advancement, there was an extra heart of fireworks. The red clouds rose to the sky, and a dark red light like coagulated blood bloomed, smearing the knight's body, causing his white frame to turn dark red in an instant.
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The mysterious phoenix bow appeared out of thin air in the hands of the knight's bones and was held. The bow was surrounded by black and red flames, and there was a virtual image of a bird with intertwined flame patterns flying around the bow.
The next moment, a long, slender and crystal-clear arrow feather appeared on the bow, surrounded by true machine flame patterns. After it was formed, it trembled slightly as if it was possessed of spirituality. It seemed that it could not wait to leave the bow and shoot furiously.
The bow of the phoenix was pulled open, and the arrow feathers on it vibrated and lengthened, as if they were growing on their own. The arrows were bright and bright, as if a bright star was lit on the arrow cluster.
The real firepower arose in the void, constantly blessing the brilliant arrow feathers of the flame stream. The light on the arrow cluster was like a flaming meteor, becoming more and more brilliant, and the twilight was dazzling. It was almost impossible to see.
'call out!'
The sound of the arrow crackled the air, and the arrow left the bow with an indescribable speed. It reached its peak, with flowing flames surrounding the arrow, and explosions resounding in the void.
The arrow was a person's height above the ground. It was shot close to the ground. Wherever it passed, the iron-hard ground turned into water, and the tide turned sideways. The strong air flow driven by the rapid movement of the arrow tore out a deep ravine.
, spreading straight into the distance.
The air flow broken by the arrow body alone has reached such an astonishing power, and the arrow itself also emits a wave of divine energy that penetrates everything. The flaming arrow cuts through the sky, causing the void to become unstable, shaking like water, and it seems that it will be unable to withstand it.
This flying arrow will be broken.
The arrow was as fast as lightning, crossing several miles in a blink of an eye. Even the flame tail formed by the arrow body was far beyond the limit of what the eyes could capture.
At this time, dozens of miles away from Zhu Jiu, the cultivators of the Corpse Shinto and the Soul-eating Clan were fighting fiercely. The two parties suddenly heard the sound of roaring waves in the distance at the same time. It spread throughout the world in an instant, roaring, and the sound was like the roar of a tsunami.
The layers are stacked up, lifting the sky and shaking the earth, and are rapidly getting closer.
The two parties were fighting fiercely, but at this moment they were alarmed by the frightening sound, and both turned their heads to look in the distant direction where the sound was transmitted.
There, there was a flash of light, which was extremely fast and brilliant. No one knew what this light was exactly, but it came to everyone's eyes with boundless momentum.
One of the fifth-level mid-level masters of the Soul-Eating Clan who was besieging the cultivators of the Corpse God Way, his expression changed wildly. He felt that he was enveloped by death. Before he could think of his next thought, the light that suddenly appeared in the distant sky was like a god.
The devil's fingertips tap lightly, penetrating everything with an unstoppable sharpness.
'laugh!'
The sharp sound passed through without any hindrance. A blood hole as thin as a little finger was opened in the middle of the soul-eating tribe's forehead. It was transparent from front to back. All his vitality was pierced by this mythical stream of light.
This stream of light contained high heat, and the small hole pierced between his eyebrows was burnt black, with not a drop of blood gushing out.
That meteor brilliance instantly killed a fifth-level mid-level expert. His flying momentum was slightly hindered, but he was still as fast as a bright star chasing the moon. The flame tail flipped and flew several miles away again before crashing into the ground.
Located on a low hill, it exploded into flames that filled the sky. The scene was gorgeous and the sound was shocking.
All this happened too fast. At this moment, both sides of the battle had reacted one after another. They were all dumbfounded, and then the explosion exploded, extremely surprised.
The cultivators of the Corpse God Dao were inexplicably happy, as this was obviously a helper with unrivaled combat power. The cultivators of the Soul-Eating Clan were extremely shocked, with serious expressions on their faces, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
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At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded. The tone was very dull, like a god looking down on the mortal world, and nothing could cause his emotions to fluctuate. It sounded directly in the void, and all directions and heaven and earth were speaking at the same time, saying:
"This is the Abyss Corpse Divine Path. Which of our fellow sect members are in danger? There is no need to panic, the soul-eating tribe's little bandit can be killed day or night!"