"Ten thousand years of sacrifice, although this monarch cannot completely refine it, it is not completely in vain. ”

The chains shook violently, and blood flowed out of Meerkat Law's body, and his expression was twisted to the extreme, becoming more and more vicious and ferocious.

"Don't worry, this monarch will also use your origin and will not kill you casually. Thirteen Dao Spirits, seal him for me, huh?"

One, two, three, four, five, sixty-one, twelve?

"Millions of spaces, hundreds of millions of hosts can be converted at will, how can they die!"

The voice paused, and the meerkat was full of half a pillar of incense, and suddenly roared violently.

"It can't be!"

"Peng!"

Another grimace burst for no apparent reason, turning blood into a mist and staining a large space red. Correspondingly, two of the chains trembled violently, and a tooth-aching creak sounded from the blood-stained area. Time seems to be accelerated, and the iron chains that have not changed for thousands of years show signs of rust, and they are like being torn by rats, and gaps appear.

"Whew!"

The rusty chains were rusty, but the meerkat seemed to have been gouged out, and his arm was burned with fire, and the result was more severe pain, more howling, more unwillingness, and more ecstasy.

"Ha Lu Ha! Born to kill, kill to torture. Fallen spirits, that's how they were to be used!"

His body was getting smaller and shorter, his breath was getting weaker but more violent, and as it changed, the rusted chains were straightened and stretched as if they were stretching and breaking. However, there were still eleven iron chains that remained untouched, and the meerkat was stretched into an extremely strange shape, gradually losing its human form.

Blood poured out of the wounds, still going up the chains as it had just done, producing different effects on different chains. The grimaces that were still there continued to grow stronger, and the blood of those whose grimaces were destroyed flowed through the rust, emitting puffs of scorched smoke. The corrosion is becoming more rapid and violent.

"Kill, kill! The more you kill, the sooner the soul chain will be finished, and the sooner Benjun will be able to get out of trouble, hahaha, hahaha!"

Meerkat shouted like a madman. On the one hand, his face was distorted by severe pain, and on the other hand, he pulled the iron chain in the torment, so as to aggravate his injuries and reduce his cultivation.

"Suck it, suck the blood of Benjun, and when Benjun gets out of trouble, I will get it all back!"

Seeing this scene, Mei Shuai, who was also suffering severe pain, really changed color, and for the first time there was a look of horror and anger in her eyes.

"It's Ben Shuai's blood!"

"The Great Law of Soul Sealing. Seal, seal, seal!"

The shouting was accompanied by wild laughter, and the hundred demon spirits roared and frightened, and their bodies covered the entire sky. Below, the four-pupiled ghosts rushed back and forth, surrounded by three avatars, two of whom were proficient in the soul path, and their spells were even more severe.

Even so, the ghost can still hold up undefeated. I tried my best to break out of the encirclement of a few people, however, I don't know why. Whenever the ghost casts a spell and seems to be about to cast some powerful spell, the sky demon will always burst into a thunderous roar, and others will only hear it as loud as a start, and some inexplicable thing will always happen to the ghost, which will interrupt its magical powers.

Like just now. Apparently the moonlight arc was about to take shape, the ghost somehow weakened its waist and fell out of thin air, and again, when it was about to spit out the last mantra, suddenly its nose itched. Actually sneezed on the battlefield. Another time, the four pupils of the dark eyes suddenly reversed, and the body slowly became transparent, and even the breath was completely submerged, however, at the moment when it was about to become a success, it suddenly felt unbearable nausea in its chest and abdomen, just like a human who had just found himself swallowing a green-headed fly and vomiting profusely.

He is a ghost, not to mention flies, what can he do with maggots, carrions, and poisonous water, but he can vomit and not vomit anything.

What is this called?

Not to mention how aggrieved the ghost was, even the demon cultivators around him who were fighting against him felt sympathy, they didn't notice it at that time, every time the ghost appeared, the face of the barbarian outside the battlefield would turn white, and his chest would rise and fall violently, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

It doesn't matter how it came first, the ghost will behave like this, if the surrounding demon cultivators can't kill it anymore, they don't need to be blamed by others, and they can simply commit suicide and wash away their humiliation. After several entanglements and fights, everyone finally found it difficult to capture him alive, so they no longer fantasized about killing the killer and sending this ghost back to his hometown, completely turning into nothingness.

"It's the deity's work!"

The barbarian waved his hand to retract the demon soul, and his face was full of beard and erect, for fear that others would not notice how proud he was. The surrounding demon mosquitoes were suddenly in chaos, and countless demon mosquitoes were buried in their heads as if they had been sucked out of their souls, and the pressure of the surrounded demon army soared, and after a while, they suddenly relaxed.

Compared with half a year ago, the demon cultivation team has expanded three times, hundreds of people are divided into internal and external multiples, and the dispatch and fighting are extremely orderly. There are three more people above the gods, but unfortunately the situation is not very good, the injuries are not counted, the key is that the essence is too much loss, and it can be recovered in a short time.

"Kill!"

After the chaos, it was still chaos, and the demon mosquitoes no longer attacked the demon cultivators like before, but divided into countless regiments and began to kill each other. Faced with this situation, the demon cultivators who have been tempering each other for a long time can let go of the opportunity. Under the command of several elders, the elites pounced out of the formation, dividing the demon mosquitoes and killing them in groups, striving to expand the results of the battle.

Directly ahead, the raging sea of mosquitoes scattered in all directions, and the ancient lady who walked out of it was pale, but her expression was full of joy. Beside him, the palace elder and a monk in green clothes walked out side by side, clenching their fists towards the barbarian venerable.

"The name of the honorable is well deserved, admire. ”

The nine honors of the Taoist Academy, each with their own expertise, few people know the Dao, the real title of the barbarian is actually a "seal" word; what he is best at is not the use of demon soul fighting methods, but the power of his spirit, so that no matter what he casts, it is greatly reduced, and his strength is reduced by more than half.

It's strange to say, this ability only takes effect on the soul body, such as those who have flesh and blood bodies, or demon beasts, the effect is minimal, and it will consume the true yuan in vain.

In the vein of the barbarian, the greatest inheritance is to seal the soul, and the inheritor needs to practice and talent. Manzun is particularly doting on Yan Meng, and the reason comes from this. Because there are many restrictions on the use of the sealed soul, it is transmitted to the barbarian respect, and the heart is somewhat resentful, so he simply hangs up the seal word, which should be called the barbarian zun.

In the past, I only heard the name of the soul. Demon cultivators, including the vast majority of spiritual cultivators, have never known the Dao, and the true appearance of the soul seal is actually like this. After half a year of fierce battle, the Demon Cultivation Legion successfully killed the ghost for the first time, and while he was glad in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder if the barbarian soul was sealed and tortured the other party like just now, until his spirit completely collapsed.

Put yourself in their shoes. It's very possible to drool, sneeze, cramp, cough, and collapse at every turn during the fight!

"Remarkable. ”

The tired figure of the Spear King appeared farther away, and the demon mosquitoes on both sides retreated, holding a golden demon mosquito in his hand as usual, and thanked the barbarian from afar.

"If you knew this, you should have asked Your Holiness to do it from the beginning. ”

"You've got that eyesight!"

The barbarian taunted and said, "It's not too late to know the Tao, remember to send more of those rotten sands, and this broken mosquito belongs to me, huh?"

His eyes were slightly condensed, and the barbarian looked at the golden mosquito on the head of the spear king. There was something unbelievable on his expression.

"What is this?"

"I don't know what to do. ”

"Double-headed"

There were monks gathered in the surrounding Dana and Lian Zhan arrays, and their eyes fell on the two-headed golden mosquito, all of them confused.

"It's the two that grow together, and Lu thinks it may be because of the ghost. ”

With a hesitant voice, the Gun King hesitated and said, "Do you think that there is something wrong with the demon mosquito now?"

The group cultivators looked at each other, and stopped talking.

"It's not a demon mosquito, it's a ghost. ”

Half a year ago, the artistic conception was frustrated. Lady Arako was much more cautious than before, until she was sure that everyone had doubts. Cai Zhengse spoke: "The number of ghosts has decreased, and they are not as fierce as before. ”

Some people start, others follow and speak, each expressing their own opinions.

"The fusion of the demon mosquito and the ghost is not as close as it used to be, and it is easier to detach. ”

"Demon mosquitoes, especially high-level demon mosquitoes. There seems to be a resistance to the ghosts, which has yet to be confirmed. ”

"The old body often feels that there is an inexplicable power against the soul, and I don't know what it is. ”

"Maybe someone is doing something against the Dead?"

Many people are wise, and the strength of many people is gathered. Thousands of miles away, guess things. After reaching the end of the day, everyone unconsciously focused their eyes on the barbarian venerable, waiting for him to make a high statement.

"Look at what I'm doing? Soul Tao or something, the deity doesn't understand it very well. ”

The demons were stunned, thinking in their hearts that they had to pretend at this time, this person was really shameless. It's just that I don't know what he wants to fight for himself, is it possible to ask the demon cultivator to let him go?

"Don't believe it, the deity really doesn't understand. ”

With an innocent expression, the barbarian said: "Maybe it's a good thing done by other demon cultivators, maybe there are immortals who can't look past it, and the nether realm rescues"

"If you don't understand, you don't understand. It's a good thing for us anyway, step by step, we can always figure it out. ”

The Spear King sighed, interrupted the Barbarian Venerable's words, and said, "Ask Venerable, what should I do next?"

The barbarian venerable groaned and said, "After killing this king, the number of demon cultivators has also increased, so I just took the opportunity to practice the formation." That, Inspiration, come here!"

Calling one person, coming to a group, Yan Meng's little palace master has been familiar with the spirit machine recently, and they are inseparable.

"What kind of formation are you, are you reliable?"

Usually with a hippie smile, at the critical moment, Manzun has always been meticulous, and asked in a condensed voice: "Demon Cultivator is such an old guy, and there are not a hundred or eight thousand formations that can be arranged, although the level is not very good, it is still okay to use it." ”

All the time to take fun of demon cultivation, some of the demons have become accustomed to it, and some have just come into contact with the barbarian, and they can't help but stare angrily.

The barbarian respected them as if they didn't exist, looked at the spirit and said solemnly: "Don't be reckless, let alone harm people." ”

These words are relatively good, the color of the demons is slightly correct, and the spirit machine replied: "This set of formations has an extraordinary origin, not to mention the power, and it can connect the numerology of the people who enter the formation into one, and they can work together the most." ”

"Numerology is connected" The Gun King frowned slightly

(To be continued......)