Evil magic, like a storm, mixed with huge white elephants stabbing their heads again and again.

With such a fierce attack, even a big mountain has already been blown into smoke, but Xiangliu, who is coiled outside the meditation room, does not move!

Every time a heavy blow falls, the snake will set off a lot of ripples, accompanied by a roaring cry of the sea, and when the ripples subside, the great force will also dissolve.

Xiao Xiangliu did not waver, did not speak, and did not fight back, let the 'Emperor Shakti' law be ten million, and the big snake only had one thought: Kuang protected himself in the meditation room.

One side fights, one side supports, no one knows how this battle will end, only to hand over to the judgment of time!

Listening to the roar of the supernatural powers outside, the faces of the people in the meditation room were very unsightly. Even if Xiao Xiangliu can hold on for a long time, even if the 'Emperor Shakti' can't move and scream in anger, in the final analysis, it is now a situation where he can only be beaten and cannot fight back.

One breath is directly nested in the bottom of my heart, which makes people unhappy.

The wound on the top of Sixteen's head soon healed, and when he returned to the house, he was dejected, and his mood was self-evident: his good friend Xiao Xiangliu had been beaten outside but could not do anything, and his own precious dragon chariot had been beaten in two by the enemy. There is no more depressing day since I was born.

Also, before being swept into the meditation room by Xiangliu, he swallowed the two big dragons in his belly with sixteen mouths, and now his stomach is swollen and uncomfortable.

Akamu Zhenren inhaled and exhaled for a long time, temporarily suppressed 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 mosquitoes: "It's just more breath than a dead person, and there are forty more meridians." That's what it means. Speaking of this, he actually wanted to laugh, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength to make his face move.

The twelve canons, the eight meridians of the strange meridians, no matter who they are, no matter what kind of practice, there are only twenty meridians, and Qi Donglai has forty more?

Under the Heavenly Demon's dissolution, each meridian was broken into three sections, and twenty became sixty.

Hearing this, Chimu frowned deeply and sighed deeply: "Su Qiangqiang has cultivated the golden crow and the great fire, and the yang fire quenching has the effect of recasting the meridians. Tried and tested. End of the magic. ”

Qi Donglai came to his senses when he heard it: "Really?"

"Really. Akame's eyes were full of sadness: "With him, you don't have to worry." ”

Qi Donglai took a closer look at Chimu's expression: "I'm saved, why do you look like you're dead?"

"What is there to be happy about saving people! It's not because you've been beaten and suffered! Look at you being beaten into such virtues. Are you happy if I stroking your palm?" Qi Donglai didn't know how to argue for a while.

Chimu also ignored Qi Donglai anymore, and turned his head to look at Su Jing: "Su Qiangqiang, there is a person here." Sixty meridians, you reach out to help, huh?"

Saving people while practicing, Su Jing has such an ability, which was the case when he was in the Great Sage Consciousness Sea Agni Shijie, but after Akame asked Su Jing, he was indifferent, and Akame also saw that something was wrong with him

Tiangang rushed to the top, the evil monk took away, Su Jing can fight hard!

Except for a period of independent divine consciousness, guiding into the body Tiangang, and refining the righteous dharma, all the other divine consciousness was concentrated in the heart, and he went all out to fight against the mad monk.

Abandon your thoughts and concentrate, Su Jing does all his strength to visualize! The flow of the Nine Dao Divine Consciousness drives all the scattered thoughts in his mind, and when he concentrates his mind, he also concentrates all the liliang in his mind, imagining that there is a flame in his mind.

Su Jing had not yet refined the Yuan Shen, and he was engrossed in the Origin Visualization, and condensing the power of the soul with the imaginary flame was the only way to fight against the seizure.

Engrossed, Su Jing only thought inside his body, and he didn't know what was happening outside.

His eyes lit up slightly, and after contemplating, Su Jing saw a puff of flame in his ancestral aperture, but the fire had just begun to flicker, and the evil monk flew over in an angry roar, and sent it down with a fierce palm!

The fire was extinguished, and the spiritual platform was subjected to a huge earthquake again, and the indescribable coldness was even worse.

If the fire of visualization is not born, there is no way to resist the evil monks, and there is no other way but to concentrate and concentrate again, and imagine a new flame again.

The second flame ignited, one moment bright, one moment warm, and the next moment extinguished.

The third flame of visualization is ruthlessly extinguished for the third time

At the same time as stopping Su Jingjing from wanting flames, the evil qi rolled out from the fierce monk's body, fiercely invading, occupying, corroding, and biting Su Jing's three souls and seven spirits!

Su Jing was only in the sixth realm, and he couldn't feel where his soul was, but the pain of devouring his soul could not be felt very clearly! The cold from the inside out, the cold from the depths of his heart, even if the fire and heaven were surging and the empowerment could not warm it.

Consciousness was irrepressibly blurred, and the hideous face of the fierce monk fluttered in front of his eyes, and the fierce monk rumbling in his ears was crazy daxiao.

Reluctantly contemplating and contemplating again, the flame born of imagination is smaller and smaller each time, and the light of the fire is dimmer and dimmer each time.

This is not a level of battle 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 in the body, not to mention that Su Jing is not even so cold that his divine sense seems to be frozen, Su Jing opened his mouth and yawned widely, but he didn't know that he yawned.

My mind was confused, and I didn't know where I was. His divine sense gradually weakened, and Su Jing could barely remember what he was doing. A monk meditating in the meditation room, a monk setting fire to the remains of an old monk, a monk walking among the steles to scatter his memories, fragments of fragments, turning and flickering in Su Jing's mind, these are not Su Jing's memories.

Su Jing is still contemplating, rising flames again and again, so that what he can hold on to is no longer 'consciousness', but the stubbornness that instinct has been engraved in his bones since he was born!

The eighteenth, or the thirty-first, was too many to count, and another flame flickered in the ancestral aperture, and this fire was pitifully small, like a bean. What it emitted was not even light, it was just a vague, faint and dim halo.

From the raging fire at the beginning, to the current fire like beans.

The fierce monk's laughter grew more and more crazy. Do the same、Rush forward and raise your hand to shoot at the glowing bean flame soon、This body will soon change owners!

The palm of the hand has not fallen, the yin wind has arrived, and the small flame has no room for resistance, and it is extinguished, and the ancestral aperture and the spiritual platform are again pitch black.

Su Jing in the meditation room, his long hair turned white inch by inch, with a dull white, his skin no longer had the slightest luster, as if he had been in the soil for a thousand years, and there was a terrible smell from his body, which did not stink, but the smell made people's hearts suffocate and unspeakably uncomfortable.

Su Jing is still undefeated, at least for now, his body is still his own, at least for now. He imagined that there would be another flame!

Visualize again, and the flame is born.

Where is still what the flame. It's just a spark, and even if it doesn't have to pounce on it, how long can it last on its own?

The fierce monk was stunned, dodging, waving his hand, and suddenly the sinister smile turned into a roar, and this time there was no yin wind under his palm. On the contrary, there was a loud sword roar!

Sword. I don't see the brightness of the past, and I lose the sharpness of the past. But this sword is still there, the sword body is narrow and long, swallowing cold mangs, and the two words of the ancient seal are inscribed forever: Tu Wan.

Su Jing's eleventh soul!

Tu Wan, who fell into a deep sleep, was finally awakened by the crisis. In a flash, he resisted the blow of the fierce monk, and gave Su Jing a spark for the protector.

The sword came suddenly, the fierce monk was caught off guard, if he sent his hand to the sword blade with that palm just now, how could Tu Wanzhifeng be so easy to bear!

The fierce monk was in great pain, roaring angrily, and the fierce light in his eyes was fierce, but when he saw Tu Wan, he was suddenly stunned, and he was no longer in a hurry to launch a fierce attack, and stood in place, his eyes moving slowly, almost inch by inch, looking at the sword soul.

Almost at the same time, a dark wind swirled. The ink is thick and the wind and clouds are huge, but there is no sound when it flies. When the black wind sinks, wraps the zuihou little bit of spark softly, and the layers of ghost robes are taken into Su Jing's body, it will turn into its true appearance, which is this invisible black wind.

The ghost robe has a miraculous effect of protecting the soul, at the beginning of the monk's seizure, this treasure does not need Su Jing's luck to turn around, and fight against the erosion of the fierce monk with all his might, otherwise with Su Jing's fragile soul, he will not be able to hold on to the present at all.

At this moment, Tu Wan woke up and came, and the ghost robe was changed from soul protection to fire protection.

The fire of visualization gathers the power of the soul, and the protection of the fire is the protection of the soul, but the fire is not born of the soul, and the protection of the soul is not beneficial to the protection of the fire.

Before, Su Jinghuo would be extinguished by the demon monk at the moment, and the ghost robe had no chance to protect the flames, until Tu Wan blocked the fierce monk, and the ghost robe could really protect the flames.

With the tolerance of the ghost robe, Mars is a little brighter.

The monk didn't move, Tu Wan didn't move, so he confronted each other silently.

The cold feeling weakened slightly, and Su Jing's consciousness was much clearer, and he didn't care about other things, and then he did all his strength to visualize! That spark is where the hope lies, only by letting it be vigorous and vigorous, and turning into a yang fire and anger that the fierce monk cannot extinguish, can Su Jing save his body

In the meditation room, Su Jing is in danger, and outside the stone room, Xiangliu is struggling to ward off evil spirits. Everyone else is safe now.

Sixteen turned around on the ground for a long time, it couldn't help outside, and this small house really made it angry, and with a flick of its tail, it got into Su Jing's face, followed by a flash of inspiration, and disappeared.

As long as Su Jing doesn't deliberately block it, the Great Sage Jue can come and go as he pleases, and Xiao Yin will return the token.

Falling into the cave sky, Xiao Yin opened his mouth, boomed twice, and the two corpses of the vermilion dragon fell to the ground.

Sixteen unfolded his body, circled around the dragon several times, and stayed at the broken place to look carefully for a while, and then the man stood up, and the flickering monster in his mouth was interrupted for a long time, and it was strange to say, and the lower half of the dragon's body suddenly moved.

The dragon corpse was originally dead, and it would not die again if it was broken into two sections, whether it was the upper half or the lower half, it could still obey the command of the sixteenth.

The two dragon claws propped up, and took a few steps forward crookedly, followed by flipping and twisting, and with the decree of the sixteenth, the lower body of the vermilion dragon was tightly connected to the upper body.

The huge corpse was put together, and the sixteenth master seemed to be a little happier, and there was another strange cry in his mouth, and according to his decree, the vermilion dragon had one eye and flew into the sky

The top half flies, and the bottom half doesn't move.

Two dragon corpses, sixteen can only command one of them.

It was expected, but I still couldn't help but be disappointed, Sixteen was very unhappy, lying down with his belly facing up, looking like a broken jar.

But it didn't take long for it to jump up again, and it called and reconnected the two dragon corpses, and then opened its mouth again, and this time it spat out a bottle—

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