The first thousand two hundred and seventeen chapters of the mutation that washed away vitality
Every bamboo in the purple bamboo forest also exudes purple divine light, and there are some golden textures on the surface, which looks absolutely extraordinary.&&
But at this moment, Wei Suo and others did not even think about exploring these purple bamboos, and all their eyes were focused on the huge indigo corpse.
This huge indigo-blue corpse was lying in a large pit. It seemed that it fell from a very high altitude and finally fell here.
This is the corpse of a real thirty-two-armed desolate tribe powerful person. Although it was lying down and fell in the pit, it is still several feet high.
Although they had always heard Ling Longtian talking about the power of the thirty-two-armed desolate race, but seeing the real power of the thirty-two-armed desolate race, everyone couldn't help but feel terrified.
Thirty-two arms were stretched across the air in various postures, exuding an indescribable and terrifying feeling.
Although the huge body has been completely dimmed, like a rotten tree, without any fluctuations in mana, it still gives people a suffocating sense of oppression, even Wei Suo is no exception.
You will only feel this way when you face a powerful corpse whose cultivation level is much higher than yours.
"Damn gangster... Is this guy really dead..." Han Weiwei looked at the huge indigo blue corpse. When she spoke, she found that her teeth were chattering unconsciously and her voice changed.
"She should be dead. Don't come here yet. I'll take a look before talking."
Wei Suo took a deep breath and slowly moved towards the huge indigo corpse with a very solemn expression.
His consciousness has repeatedly scanned the body of the thirty-two-armed desolate race power. The blood and true energy in the body of the desolate race power have completely dried up, and there is no vitality at all. Moreover, Wei Suo
When his spiritual consciousness swept over it for the first time, he had already discovered that the head of this mighty desolate race had been cracked open, and the brain in his head seemed to have been beaten to ashes by some power, leaving it empty.
However, this kind of thirty-two-armed desolate race powerful being, which was at least the Emperor Heaven level, was completely beyond his knowledge, so he did not dare to take it lightly.
"Wait a minute, let me go first. I have a way to make him die for real even if he fakes his death."
However, Linglongtian grabbed Wei Suo and asked him to stay where he was. Then he rushed alone to the body of the powerful Desolate Clan power with thirty-two arms in various weird postures.
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"Gangya Girl, don't you want to gnaw him into pieces?" Maybe Linglong Tianya Mouhao has had such a profound influence on Wei Suo. Every time he catches the fine gold, he always clicks, so when he sees it at this moment
Linglong Tian fell towards the thirty-two-armed desolate race power. Wei Suo couldn't help but said this sentence in a daze.
"Idiot and profiteer, shut up!" Linglongtian was flying well, but when he heard Wei Suo's words, he almost staggered and fell down. After calming down his voice, Linglongtian wanted to bite Wei Suo to death.
He looked like he was hanging around, yelled in frustration, and then fell down again, landing near the heart of the thirty-two-armed desolate clan powerful man.
"puff!"
A puff of gray brilliance emerged from the gray bracelet of the Linglong Heavenly Hand, penetrating into the heart veins of the thirty-two-armed desolate race almighty.
"Nangong Yuqing, come here too." After more than ten breaths, Linglongtian stopped activating the gray bracelet, allowing Nangong Yuqing to reach the body of the thirty-two-armed desolate race power alone.
According to what Ling Longtian said, Nangong Yuqing activated the power of the True Immortal for the first time after being promoted to a True Immortal. Like the fighting spirit formed by Da Yangtian's final subconscious, Nangong Yuqing also showed a circle of faintness outside her body.
The divine ring formed by the yellow divine light, and a strange and huge fluctuation of vitality rolled in the void.
"There should be no problem." After dozens of breaths, Linglongtian, who had also avoided the side, nodded and told Nangong Yuqing not to cast any more spells.
"Sure enough, he is already dead... It's so pitiful that he has to be tortured like this continuously even after death." Wei Suo also felt relieved and said this.
"Idiot, can you speak?" After hearing Wei Suo's words, Linglongtian was so angry that his eyes darkened again.
"I'm sorry, this thing is too scary, and the words are not controlled by the brain." Wei Suo's figure moved, and he and the others rushed into the purple bamboo forest, and arrived at the body of this huge thirty-two-armed desolate tribe power.
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"There is only one head. It seems that he is not the most powerful ancestor-level figure, but this body..." At first, he was sure that this powerful person of the Desolate Clan was already dead. Wei Suo breathed a sigh of relief, and was still with him when he flew over.
Ling Longtian was joking, but when he saw the corpse of the four-armed desolate tribe, he couldn't help but feel a little numb.
The body of this thirty-two-armed desolate race mighty was too huge. There were no other scars on the body. Only a long long hole was punched in the middle of the head. Just the long long hole in the head looked like
Can Wei Suo be installed!
Moreover, this powerful figure of the Desolate Tribe seemed to have died with no eyes open. He happened to be facing up again, with his mouth wide open, revealing a mouth full of fangs. His face was ferocious, and his two eyes were shining with a faint blue light, which was very terrifying.
Although the body of the corpse has no life, giving people the feeling that it has been dead for tens of thousands of years and has become like a rotten wood, the surface of the skin is shining with oil, like a layer of oiled divine iron, giving Wei Suo the feeling
It's as if this physical body is still within him.
"Crack!"
Wei Suo couldn't help but stretched out his foot and kicked one of the arms of the ferocious-looking thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan power.
"I..." His face turned pale immediately. Although his strength almost lifted the body of the thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan power away, his feet felt like they were hitting an iron plate, and the bones of his feet were about to crack.
Already.
"Don't humiliate yourself." Linglongtian seemed to have known the result for a long time and snorted coldly.
"You have been like this after so many years of death. How much stronger will you be when you are alive?" Wei Suo shrank his feet speechlessly. He knew that if the energy, blood and true energy were full, the body of the thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan might be stronger than the body.
It must be more tyrannical now.
"Do you know this person?" After shrinking his feet, Wei Suo couldn't help but look at Ling Longtian and asked.
"I don't know the name, but it looks very much like one of the thirty-two-armed desolate clan powerful men who first appeared in the Beimang battle group." Linglongtian replied.
"What are you doing?!" After answering this sentence, Linglongtian couldn't help shouting again. Because at this moment, Wei Suo had already reached the top of the head of the powerful man of the Desolate tribe, and he had the guts to get into the crack in the head.
It felt like I was going to take a look. This made Linglongtian feel that Wei Suo was still in a mischievous mood at this time, and was very depressed.
"It's nothing. I'm going to see what killed this mighty desolate clan and see if there is any magic weapon inside. There is no magic weapon. He was killed by a powerful force, and there are a lot of them that are faintly intertwined.
The texture of the avenue directly changed the material inside the head of this powerful man of the Desolate race. It was simply
It's like a Tao map was carved into it, and the head of the powerful man of the Desolate race was not his. As soon as this powerful force penetrated, the head of the powerful man of the Desolate race was no longer his." Wei Suo did not raise his head.
, still leaning towards the crack to look around, but his tone sounded like he was having a convulsion.
When Wei Suo said this, Linglongtian and everyone immediately gathered around him. Looking inside, the eyes of Patriarch Yuanyin and others were all filled with shock.
There is nothing inside the head of this great leader of the Desolate race. The wound has been deep into his throat. The inner wall is shining with crystal-like luster, all crystallized, and strange lines have formed patterns on the inner wall, as if
There are white bone plates with a shape of a big river on them.
"This was caused by the power of the Six Bones Underworld Diagram. This was killed by a certain leader-level figure from Beimang!" Linglongtian couldn't help but speak out at this moment. He stopped bickering with Wei Suo and his voice trembled again.
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"Beimang headmaster level person, what kind of cultivation level does that have?" Wei Suo exhaled, blew a strand of hair hanging from his forehead, and turned around to ask.
"They are much more powerful than the average Emperor Tian. The several headmaster-level figures in Beimang can rival two or three Emperor Tians." Linglongtian took a deep breath and tried to calm down. At this moment, he was already
It is very clear that even if this place was not the final battlefield of the highest battle group at that time, the top powers of the highest battle group would definitely have fought a fierce battle here and many of them would have perished.
"It's too strong." Changsun Jing and others couldn't help but look at each other. Just as Wei Suo said, the flesh and blood inside the brain of this powerful man from the Desolate race had been completely changed. At that time, the powerful man's blow
Not only did he break open the head of this mighty desolate tribe, but he also directly killed it.
The head of this great desolate race turned into something that did not belong to the great desolate race. It was like cutting off the head of the great desolate race and replacing it with a crystal stone imprinted with his magic. This
It was really too powerful, leaving them with nothing but endless awe.
"Damn, these eyes are so scary. I wonder if the vitality in this body can be washed out like the corpse of a Tianlong." Wei Suo couldn't help but cursed at this time. At the same time, a stream of watery vitality moved towards
The corpse of this great leader of the Desolate Clan washed away.
Although he knew that this mighty man of the Desolate race could never die, every time he looked at the bulging eyes of this mighty man of the Desolate race, Wei Suo couldn't help but feel guilty, as if his soul was about to die.
The feeling of being swallowed up. Moreover, this great power of the Desolate Tribe
His physical body gave him a different feeling from the previous severed arms. The previous severed arms seemed to be like a piece of dry wood that had been completely burned, but the physical body of this powerful man from the Desolate tribe was like a piece of dry wood.
I wonder if any useful energy can be flushed out.
"boom!"
The water spirit energy washed over the body of this powerful person from the Desolate Tribe.
"..." But everyone froze in an instant, and their whole bodies were filled with chills.
As soon as Wei Suo's water spirit energy rushed away, it was directly immersed in the corpse of the powerful desolate clan, and was directly absorbed by the corpse of the powerful desolate clan!