Rewind time to a moment ago.

At that time, Shisanlang was still struggling in confusion, and the spiritual machine had just poked his head out, and the demon rolled after breaking his foot, crushing through the Thousand Mountains.

The northern counterattack was fierce, and it was impossible for the southern war group not to even seize this opportunity, and more than 2,000 demon cultivators rose up and attacked the demon again.

"Kill!"

The king of guns lost his gun, and reached into his arms and took out a treasure that no one could have imagined: the blood tripod.

The Nine Turns Demon Lotus, with nine cores on it, and the seven Turning Tripods falling into the human indirectly attracting the Demon Clan are all the origins of the blood domain. The last trip to the Blood Domain, theoretically, should be regarded as the last experience, seven blood tripods, Thirteen Lang won four of them and fused, and the remaining three should return to the hands of Nizu.

Everyone wanted to know that the Blood Ding Break was not only the effect of refining medicine, but for some reason, Niezu did not take back the Ding of the Thirteen Langs, nor did he teach him how to use it.

Obviously, the Gun King's tripod is from the Nirzu family, and it has part of the true effect of the law.

The pearl is covered with dust, and today it blooms with blazing brilliance, and the king of spears takes the tripod, folds his fingers, chews his tongue, breaks his fingers and blood into the blood tripod, and then he has to enter the heavy law seals, and finally gets a blow from the blood tripod.

"Kill!"

The blood tripod rises into the air, and the wind becomes bigger, as big as a brilliant mountain; the walls of the four sides are carved with various narrative paintings, most of which are the experiences of demon cultivators in the blood domain. Some people cross the sea, some people climb mountains, some people fight, some people gather, and some people conspire to fight with their fellow tribesmen, and the humanity of the world is all manifested here.

Judging by the clothing, spell-casting habits, and appearance of the people in the painting, they are monks who have entered the blood domain in the past and have dripped essence blood in this ding. Other words. The blood tripod can record everyone's behavior, keep it forever and pass it on.

After getting the blood of the Gun King, using the method of Nirzu, the people recorded on the Ding came to life; one by one, the faces turned to the outside of the painting, saw the scene of the battle in front of them, and then seemed to get some kind of instruction, and flew out of the picture from the Ding, and cast spells together. At the same time, the picture of the loss of those people quickly faded and turned into an ordinary tripod again.

There is no reincarnation in the blood domain. The Nine Turns Demon Company is the end. The place where the demons are buried is the underworld. What the Gun King performed at this time should be regarded as a kind of summoning strictly speaking, summoning the souls of those demon cultivators who had fought for the blood tripod, and then contributing the most to the demons.

It's a pity. True spirit artifacts have their own dignity. Breaking off a piece casually is not something that the human god can call casually; the blood tripod originally belongs to the core of the demon lotus. The Gun King can be driven because of his skill, and it is not the soul itself that is used, but the souls he receives.

Ten thousand years are opened fourteen times. More than 100 outstanding overhaul souls in the Blood Ding poured out of the nest.

Behind him, around, more than a thousand demon cultivators raised the sword formation again, and Dana refined the various spell casters, and the raging storm unfolded again, just to stop the tumbling mountain.

It should be said that there was nothing wrong with the response of the demon before, he sensed that the danger of this group of people was far greater than that of the north side, so he pressed the top with his heavy feet, and as for the various changes that occurred later, Thirteen Lang actually got into his body, etc., it was called an accident, and it was not expected in advance.

And that's not all.

The moment the demon fell to the ground and rolled, everyone could realize that the crisis was coming, and the five hundred demon cultivators in the north struggled to catch up, and some even followed the example of Thirteen Lang and attacked the demon with their bodies. On the north and south sides, the three thousand demons swayed out a sea of spells, and the huge body of the demon was no longer visible.

Subsequently, the spiritual machine triggered the mutation of the altar, the four chains returned to their positions to re-lock the soul, the four demon venerables woke up and returned, and their strength was more than one step stronger than three years ago, and there was also a murderer in the body of the king of fallen spirits, all of which hit the key points of the demons.

However, they are not the most important part, the real killer is still the one who launched the counterattack first, throwing his knife and swinging the knife at the last time, and it is not the demon itself, but the bridge that connects it to the demon mosquito.

Cut off yin and yang!

Necromancers can absorb the essence of living creatures, but they can't resurrect with the help of living creatures, otherwise, where would they reincarnate the Heavenly Dao? The thirteen chains of fallen creatures have the category of necromancers on their roots, and the reason why they can absorb hundreds of millions of demon mosquitoes is because of that invisible bond. Thirteen Lang comprehended the application of life and death, and at this time, a knife may not be able to completely cut it off, but it has left a seed for Tiandao to see for himself.

Cut yin and yang, with the help of the power of heaven, apply the punishment of the law of the realm.

The Devil's enemies are not limited to these, but also the two-stirring sticks that are hiding in the distance and giving them a headache, but they really can't pull them out.

"Buddha Compassion"

"The Law of Man"

The two monks and Taoists gathered their true strength, sang the strongest voice since the start of the war, and contributed to the great enemy of life.

"Whew!"

Long howls or screams, roars or shouts, babies cry, resentful spirits roar, internal and external difficulties, the speed of the demon rolling suddenly increases, and the four pupils in the eyes flicker one after another, flashing six dazzling lights.

When a newborn baby needs to accumulate strength the most, the demon has to use all his strength.

In the hustle and bustle, the two sides met, collided, roared, and whimpered, and six rays of light flashed by, spreading to the land of five hundred miles.

On the high platform, the two singing voices of the monk and the Tao were suddenly broken, and the body shook at the same time, the face suddenly turned gray, and then white, vomited blood, fell to sitting, and fell down.

The person in front of him, Sang Nan Erxiu's eyes were dull, and he looked at the mountains in a daze, and he didn't have time to let out a shout, and he exploded.

Behind him, Meng Fanlin suddenly took out a book, danced naked on the spot, and flew the books one by one, burning them into ashes.

Under the body, I don't know how many demon bodies are shattered, turning into flesh in no particular order.

The body of the demon was torn apart, both hands and feet were destroyed, and the remaining half of the body, connected to a traumatized head, made the most of the last leap and pressure.

"Death"

Howling like a cry, the demon looked down with sad and angry eyes, and saw two innocent and somewhat immature faces.

The little palace master, and Yan Meng

"Go away!"

"No, you go away!"

"Stupid girl, you're going to die!"

"Idiot, you're going to die!"

Two girls arguing over who is stupider. The mountain-like body of the demon was already approaching, majestic and powerful, the hurricane blew his face like a wave, the surrounding air was ignited, and the crimson light illuminated two panicked faces, and at the same time alarmed the two people buried deeply.

"Seal!"

"Evil Barrier!"

Majestic and low, Yan Meng and the little palace master each flew out of a phantom.

Since the Great Competition of the Taoist Academy, in order to protect the love of the people, the barbarian has buried a magical power in his body; However, the Soul Sealers have their own magic methods. This technique was successful, and Ranwu was in danger, because the opponent was an old ancestor, and the barbarian himself could not get out, and that magical power was useless. The situation is similar. After the battle with the Spiritual Venerable. The memory of the little palace master gradually stabilized. The old ancestor began to arrange the aftermath, so he followed the example that Lu Fangtian did to Thirteen Lang and hid a deep blow for the little palace master.

At this moment. It's time.

The two figures flew out one after another, and the barbarian cultivation was not as good as the head of the Demon Palace, but it contained the power of sealing the soul, just like water can extinguish fire, soil can swallow gold, and it is born with the power of restraint.

The real damage came from the old ancestor, and his body flew up, and he faced the chest of the huge demon with one palm, and opened the sky with five fingers.

It can't open the sky, but it can open the chest of the demon. The five fingers tore apart the mountains and thick mountains, and the way to break was like digging a cave, and together with several golden mosquitoes, they were all strangled.

Things have never happened ten thousand times, and I never imagined that among the group of weak monks below, the two girls who looked weak and unbearable could hide the supreme in the world!

Rumble!

The end of the magnificent movement, the pen of the peerless painting, the great river pours into the lake and the sea, and the mountains collapse into sand.

The barbarian venerable returned to invisibility in the roar, the ancestor slowly disappeared with a sigh, the body of the demon exploded into pieces in the air, and hundreds of millions of ownerless demon mosquitoes died out in the great force, quickly annihilating the surrounding sea of spells;

The three chains fell into the sky, and the remaining three masses slowly kneaded, writhed, wailed, and finally turned into a person with a completely black body.

"Whew!"

Full of pain and anger, the inky man roared to the sky, like surrender, like a summons, like looking for a way home, and became the same person he was.

The battlefield is regenerating upheaval

The earth cracked, and the cracks spread around, and at first glance it didn't feel like it was walking outward, but there were countless lines pointing to the center, slowly pulling the altar out of the ground.

The next moment, the world realm suddenly collapsed, and the altar rose to the sky, with a clattering sound like thunder, flying countless houses, and even boulders as big as small hills, flying in all directions.

Thirteen chains appeared like magic dragons, spanning the entire sky in the blink of an eye, and a thick black mist as thick as ink surged inside the altar, enveloping one, no, two red-haired youths.

One big and one small, their faces seem to be carved out of a mold, the difference is that the big one is firmly trapped by the chain, and the face is ecstatic and revealing endless madness, and the small one is barely able to sit on his knees, as if he is struggling to support himself under pressure.

"Rebel spirit, don't come back yet!"

The red-haired youth stopped drinking, and the wailing of the black figure transformed by the demon was interrupted, and the figure flickered several times in a row, almost teleporting to the center of the altar, to the top of the red-haired young man who was chained by chains, and poured into his head.

Thirteen chains shook abruptly, nine of them rusty, as if they might break in two at any moment, and the remaining three were new and full of blood, and at the moment they were swaying with a red glow, connected to the inky man, the fallen spirit.

The most incredible thing is that the fallen spirit melted into the red-haired man's body, and although the nine rusty iron chains shook violently, there was not much substantive change, but the three chains that seemed to be intact made a creaking sound for some reason, and then cracks appeared like the ground that had been overly dry.

"This meerkat is here today!" the big man let out a long roar, endured the pain and rejoiced, and pulled his right hand hard.

One of the three chains snapped on the spot, like a decapitated dragon that fell into the air. Looking at this scene, the vast majority of the thousands of demon cultivators didn't understand what was going on, and they were all dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"Oh no!" some of the surviving Dana knew part of the truth, and everyone screamed in their hearts, and their expressions were all sad.

Meerkat Luo Zhenjun, I don't know how many times stronger than the demon just now!

"Stop him, kill him, no, kill me!" cried out the little redhead, not even holding out any hope for himself.

Not to mention the mess he shouted, not to mention whether the demon cultivator has this ability, thousands of people in the field, including the gun king, don't understand what is going on with these two people, why listen to him?

There are really people who are willing to listen, without reservation, without hesitation, and resolutely and resolutely.

"Bow!"

The bowstring is up, the killing machine is now, Thirteen Lang opened the bow for the first time, and ordered all directions.

"Kill the big one!"

(To be continued......)