The evil magic was like a violent storm, mixed with the huge white elephant's tooth thorns again and again.
Such a powerful offensive would have turned even a large mountain into flying smoke, but Xiang Liu, who was entangled outside the Zen room, remained unmoved!
Every time a heavy blow falls, there will be heavy ripples on the snake's body, and the accompanying sound is like the roar of the sea. When the ripples calm down, the huge force will also be resolved.
Xiao Xiangliu did not waver, did not say a word, and did not fight back. He allowed the 'Emperor Sahitian' to judge tens of thousands of people. The big snake only had one thought: to protect himself and go down to the meditation room.
One side is fighting hard, the other is holding on, no one knows how this fight will end, only time will decide!
Listening to the roar of supernatural powers outside, the faces of the people in the meditation room were very ugly. Even if Xiao Xiangliu could hold on for a long time, and even if 'Emperor Shakti' stood still and screamed in anger, in the end, he was still a man who could only be beaten and could not fight back.
situation.
A breath settled directly in the bottom of my heart, making me feel uncomfortable.
The wound on Shiliu's head quickly healed. After returning to the house, he was dejected. His mood was self-evident: his good friend Xiao Xiangliu was beaten outside but he could do nothing. His own precious dragon chariot was also beaten to pieces by the enemy.
Two paragraphs. The most depressing day since I was born is today.
Also, before being swept into the Zen room by Xiang Liu, Sixteen opened his mouth and swallowed two pieces of the dragon into his belly. Now his stomach is bloated and uncomfortable.
Akame Daoist took a long breath and exhaled, temporarily suppressing the depression in his heart, and looked at Qi Donglai with red eyes: "How are you?"
Qi Donglai's voice was not much louder than that of a mosquito: "It's just more breathy than a dead person. It has forty more meridians, that's what it means." He actually wanted to laugh when he said this, but unfortunately he didn't have the energy to show off.
Activity.
Twelve regular meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, no matter who you are, no matter what your practice, there are only twenty meridians, Qi Donglai has forty more?
Under the demon's blood, each meridian was broken into three pieces, and twenty turned into sixty.
Hearing this, Chi Mu frowned deeply and sighed: "Su Qiangqiang has cultivated the Golden Crow Great Tempering Realm. The Yang Fire Tempering has the effect of reshaping the meridians. It has been tried a hundred times and it is absolutely miraculous."
Qi Donglai perked up as soon as he heard this: "Seriously?"
"Seriously." Akame's eyes were full of sadness: "As long as he is here, you don't have to worry."
Qi Donglai took a closer look at Akame's expression: "I'm saved, why do you look like your dead father?"
"What's the joy in rescuing people? Why do you want to save people? It's not because you suffered a loss after being beaten! Seeing that you were beaten into such a virtuous state, will you be happy if I caress you?" Akame's reasoning is clear. Qi Donglai
I didn’t know how to argue for a while.
Akame no longer paid attention to Qi Donglai, and turned to look at Su Jing: "Su Qiangqiang, there is a person here with sixty meridians. Can you reach out to save me?"
Su Jing has such an ability to save people while practicing. He was like this when he was in the Great Sage's sea of fire world. But after Akame asked Su Jing, he was indifferent, and Akame realized that something was wrong with him.
Tiangang reaches the top and the evil monk seizes the house. It's strange that Su Jing can be satisfied!
Except for a section of spiritual consciousness that was guided into the Tiangang of the body and tempered by the movement of the righteousness, all other spiritual consciousness were concentrated in the heart and fought against the crazy monk with all their strength.
Stop thinking and concentrate, Su Jing does all his best to visualize! The nine rays of consciousness flow, driving all the scattered thoughts in the mind. When he concentrates, he also concentrates all the power in the mind, imagining that there is a ball of flame in his mind.
Su Jing has not yet refined his soul, so he concentrates on contemplating the source and condensing the power of his soul with the flames in his imagination. This is the only way to fight against the body seizing.
With all his concentration, Su Jing could only think inside his body and had no idea what was happening outside.
His eyes lit up slightly, and after visualizing, Su Jing saw an enchanting flame in his ancestral orifice. But as soon as the fire started to flicker, the evil monk flew towards him with an angry roar and struck out with a fierce palm!
The fire was extinguished, the spiritual platform was shaken again, and the unspeakable coldness became even worse.
If the fire of visualization does not arise, there will be no way to resist the evil monk's seizure of the body. There is no other way but to concentrate again and again, and imagine new flames again.
The second fire was lit, bright for a moment, warm for a moment, and extinguished for a moment.
The third fire of visualization, the third ruthless death
While Su Jing was preventing Su Jing from imagining the flames, the evil spirit spread out from the fierce monk's body, ruthlessly invading, occupying, corroding, and biting Su Jing's three souls and seven souls!
Su Jing was only in the sixth realm and couldn't feel where his soul was, but he could feel the soul-eating pain all too clearly! The coldness from the inside out, the coldness from deep in his heart,
Even the raging fire of Tiangang initiation cannot warm me.
His consciousness was blurring uncontrollably, and the ferocious face of the fierce monk floated in front of his eyes; the fierce monk laughed crazily in his ears.
I forced myself to concentrate again and visualize again. The flames generated by my imagination became smaller and smaller every time, and the firelight became dimmer every time.
This is not a fight on the same level at all. Even if the fierce monk has no body, fighting outside, raising his hand can beat Su Jing to pieces; not to mention that the fierce monk is inside the body, not to mention that Su Jing's soul is not so cold that his consciousness seems to be cold.
Being frozen, Su Jing opened his mouth and yawned widely, but he didn't know he was yawning.
His thoughts were confused and he had no idea where he was. His consciousness gradually weakened, and Su Jing could hardly remember what he was doing. Also: it was inexplicable and messy! A monk was meditating in the meditation room, and another monk set fire to the remains of the old monk.
A monk walked among the forest of steles and scattered his memories. Fragments, one by one, were spinning and flashing in Su Jing's mind. These were not Su Jing's memories.
Su Jing was still meditating, and the flames rose again and again. What allowed him to hold on was no longer his 'consciousness', but the stubbornness that had been engraved in his bones since he was born!
The eighteenth time, or the thirty-first time? Already countless, another ball of flame flickered in the ancestral orifice. This fire was as pitifully small as a bean. What it emitted could not even be regarded as light, it was blurry.
It's just a faint, faint layer of halo.
From the blazing fire in the beginning, to the light like a bean now.
The fierce monk's laughter became more and more crazy, and he followed suit. He rushed forward and raised his hand to shoot at the glowing bean flame. Soon, this body will change its owner!
Before the palm fell, the dark wind had arrived, and the small flame had no room to resist. It was extinguished. The ancestral orifice and the spiritual platform were once again pitch black.
In the Zen room, Su Jing's long hair turned white inch by inch, glowing with a dull white color; his skin no longer had the slightest luster, as if it had been buried for a thousand years; and there was a terrible smell coming from his body, which was not bad, but the smell made people feel sad.
It was suffocating and unspeakably uncomfortable.
Su Jing is not defeated yet, at least now his body is his own, at least now, he can still have flames according to his imagination!
Visualize again and the flame will appear.
There is still some kind of flame, just a spark! Even if you don’t have to pounce on it, how long can it last on its own?
The fierce monk Jiejie laughed, dodged, and waved his hand. Suddenly his grin turned into a roar. This time, there was no sinister wind blowing under his palm, but instead there was a loud sword cry!
The long sword is no longer as bright as it used to be, and has lost its sharpness, but it is still there. The sword is long and narrow, and it emits cold light. The two characters of the ancient seal are inscribed from ancient times: Tu Wan.
Su Jing’s eleventh soul!
Tu Wan, who was in a deep sleep, was finally awakened by the crisis. He had a flash of thought, resisted the vicious monk's attack, and protected the last spark for Su Jing.
The sword came suddenly, and the fierce monk was caught off guard. If he had sent his hand to the sword's edge with that palm, Tu Wan's edge would not have been so easy to bear!
The fierce monk was in great pain, roaring, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. However, when he saw Tu Wan, he was stunned again and did not rush to launch a fierce attack. He stood there blankly, his eyes moving slowly, almost an inch.
He looked at the sword soul inch by inch.
Almost at the same time, a black wind whirled in. The black wind was thick and the wind and clouds were vast, but they made no sound as they flew. The black wind fell, softly wrapping the last spark, and the layers of protective ghost robes were collected by Su Jing.
When it is inside the body, it will turn into its true form, which is this invisible black wind.
The ghost robe has a miraculous effect in protecting the soul. When the monk seized the body, the treasure was able to move away without Su Jing's adjustment, and fought against the erosion of the vicious monk with all his strength. Otherwise, Su Jing's vulnerable soul would not have been able to survive until now.
At this moment, Tu Wan woke up and came over, his ghost robe changed from protecting the soul to protecting the fire.
The fire of visualization can gather the power of the soul, and protecting the fire means protecting the soul; but the fire is not born from the soul, so protecting the soul is not beneficial to protecting the fire.
Previously, Su Jing's fire would be extinguished by the evil monk the moment it started, and the ghost robe had no chance to protect the flame. It was not until Tu Wan blocked the evil monk that the ghost robe could really protect the flame.
Thanks to the tolerance of the ghost robe, Mars became a little brighter.
The monk didn't move, Tu Wan didn't move, they just faced each other in silence.
The cold feeling weakened slightly, and Su Jing's mind became much clearer. He stopped paying attention to other things and started to visualize with all his strength! That spark is where the hope lies. Only by making it stronger and stronger can it turn into a yang fire that the fierce monk cannot extinguish.
Only in this rage can Su Jing save his body
Inside the Zen room, Su Jing is in critical condition; outside the stone room, Xiang Liuku is fending off evil spirits. Everyone else is relatively safe now.
Sixteen walked around on the ground for a long time. He couldn't help outside, and the small house was really making him feel stuffy. He flicked the tip of his tail and got into Su Jing's face. Then he disappeared with a flash of inspiration.
As long as Su Jing doesn't deliberately block it, the Great Shengjue can come and go as he pleases, and Xiao Yin will finally return to the token.
After landing in the cave sky, Xiao Yin opened his mouth and made two booming sounds, and the two corpses of the big red dragon fell to the ground.
Shiliu unfolded his body, circled around the big dragon several times, and stayed at the broken part to look at it carefully for a while. Then he stood up, and the strange screams in his mouth lasted for a long time. It was strange to say that the lower half of the dragon was cut off.
His body suddenly started to move.
The dragon corpse is dead to begin with, and it will not die again even if it is broken into two pieces. No matter the upper or lower half, it can still obey the command of Sixteen.
The two dragon claws stretched out and took a few steps forward crookedly, then turned and twisted. Following Shiliu's decree, the lower body of the big red dragon was connected to the upper body tightly.
The huge corpse was pieced together completely. Master Sixteen seemed a little happier. He let out another strange cry. Following his instructions, the big red dragon opened its eyes and flew into the sky.
The upper half flew up, but the lower half remained motionless.
There are two dragon corpses, and Sixteen can only command one of them.
It was something that was expected, but he still couldn't help being disappointed. Sixteen was very unhappy and lay on his back with his belly up, looking like a broken jar.
But not long after, it suddenly jumped up again, calling back and forth, trying to connect the two dragon corpses again, and then opened its mouth again, and this time it spit out a bottle——
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