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"Roar!"

The half-curved body suddenly straightened, and then fell to his knees, and Thirteen Lang thought of a shrimp that was being fried in a frying pan, and his whole body was flowing with red and white plasma, shaking like chaff.

Fainting and waking up, fainting and waking up again, Thirteen Lang didn't know how many times he had been reincarnated in such an ordeal, and he didn't know how long time had passed, the only thing he could remember was two things, one was that his hand could not be released, and the other was to maintain the most basic sanity so as not to get lost in the dream of blood and fire.

The pain comes not only from the body, but also from the coercion and humiliation that the soul has to face all the time, he is like a grasshopper sandwiched between the fists of two giants, broken into pieces, repaired, and blown again...... The taste and the feeling of powerlessness wash over like a tide, and there is no end to it.

There is only one reason why he will not fall, and Thirteen Lang can feel that he is getting stronger!

Every minute and every second, every breath and every round of pain, he is becoming stronger, unimaginably powerful!

Strength also comes from two aspects, one is that the flame in the body is gradually growing stronger and is developing towards the construction of the form, and the other is from the physical body, to be precise, the two arm bones that have been repeatedly tempered by the flames are undergoing a qualitative transformation.

On the face of it, this statement seemed ridiculous, his arms at this time did not seem to be made of hard bones, but rather a half-dried noodle, hanging softly from his body, and the fingers that were clasped on the skull were also deformed, as if it were melting sugar.

Burned by the flames to such an extent, even Biluo couldn't help but sigh, secretly thinking that this little guy was so fucking ruthless, I don't know how he could survive.

But she also knows that more serious tests are yet to come. Whether Shisanlang can survive that hurdle, no one is sure.

At this time, in the body of Thirteen Lang, at the root of the Golden Crow's claw, a droplet was slowly condensed, exuding a dazzling luster like glass. Around it, several other pieces of liquid were slowly forming. With the uninterrupted impact of the four-legged fire, and with Biluo's precise control of the flames, a total of six scales were refined and turned into such liquid particles.

"Be careful, it's time to begin!" Biluo said in a deep voice.

Shisanlang smiled with difficulty, as if tens of thousands of broken pieces of wood were rubbing against each other, and said, "Will you die?"

"It's hard to say. ”

"Well, then come on, die early and reincarnate early, eighteen years later. Ah......h

"Phew!"

A drop of ice-cold water fell into the fire pit, and a drop of hot oil splashed on the skin, making about the same sound, except that it was magnified ten thousand times.

After screaming, Thirteen Lang's lips closed hard, blood splattered, and several teeth were broken. His body rolled over violently, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. Fainted with convulsions, and then woke up.

The wonderful thing is that at this moment, his arms are tangled together like gluten, only the index and middle fingers on both hands are still strong, firmly clasping the depression on the skull, and he will not let go.

A puff of green smoke rises. The area where Jusan Lang came into contact with the ground festered, and as he struggled to get back to his knees, he tore off the entire piece of flesh as if a bunting was flying.

But he was still laughing, smiling hard. Smug laughter, even arrogant daxiao.

"Hehe, it's not dead, it's just broken. ”

Not to mention the broken phase, at this moment, Shisanlang does not have a good skin on his body, not to mention the blurred flesh and blood, bone stubble can be seen in many positions, and the chest is rubbed by the arm, and the beating heart can be seen.

Where is this still a person, the ghosts are three points more beautiful than him.

"Hold on, it won't be long. ”

Biluo's voice was nervous, and he watched closely as the liquid seeped into Thirteen Lang's right arm, spreading forward like mercury, and his bones were like ...... If you see that the bee's nesting action is hundreds of millions of times faster, this is about the effect.

Decomposed, reassembled, fused, and formed, and then looking at Shisanlang's right arm, it is not the color that human bones should have at all, but like the steel that has been forged thousands of times, it can almost pierce the human eye.

When the droplets spread to Jushiro's wrists, metacarpal bones, and zuihou reached the phalanges, the mutation occurred again.

The body of the true spirit was so terrifying that it only took half a drop of that liquid to reforge the entire arm, but when forging its palm, the rest of it was consumed at once, and there was no trace of it.

Almost at the moment when the droplet disappeared, Shisanlang's right hand completely changed, becoming as crystal as jade, and with a silk glow like a spirit stone, as if it were ...... It's like a hot stone with water on it!

The stone is very hard, but it is not as tough as steel, on the surface, this palm that consumes nearly half a drop is not even as good as an arm, only Biluo, who personally manipulates the body of Thirteen Lang, knows that the strength of this palm is not inferior to any kind of superb magic weapon, and it cannot be broken without a spirit treasure!

In other words, when facing a strong man who cultivates far high and Thirteen Lang, the other party may be able to kill him easily, but if he wants to destroy this hand, he may not be able to do it by ordinary Yuan Ying.

Neither can the Great Monk.

"It's a ...... What a freak!"

Even Biluo couldn't figure out what was going on with Thirteen Lang, or rather, what was going on with his hands, and the dignified true spirit was shocked by the scene in front of him, and exclaimed.

He didn't know more than that, at this time, on Thirteen Lang's chest, that mark appeared again, and the third sharp horn that could not be retracted in the past slowly retracted, becoming extremely smooth. And on the surface of that imprint, there are some faint traces, like a curve.

The line was faint, so faint that even Thirteen Lang himself might not be able to make out it, but it was there, and it was becoming more pronounced and deeper.

After devouring a large amount of blue flames, before you knew it, the demonic power had been completed.

......

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"Wolverine?Terminator?"

Thirteen Lang, who had regained his senses again, shook his head that did not belong to him, and sighed in a trance.

Biluo didn't know what he was saying, and warned: "Don't think nonsense, there are five more times!"

Since he didn't die, Thirteen Lang suddenly showed his greedy nature and said, "After these are finished, can you continue to practice?"

He wondered where to find such an opportunity again. simply refine the claws at once, and it is estimated that he will be invincible in the world.

"Dreaming!"

Biluo was unceremonious, and scolded bitterly: "Not only is the other party not allowed it, but I can't support it, but because your flesh and blood can't be strengthened synchronously, this kind of borrowing means can't be accumulated; You can't grow sinew and flesh at all. ”

The bones were too hard for the flesh to cling to, and Thirteen Lang was startled, and his confused mind suddenly became sober, and he said in a loud voice: "It's so serious! ”

Needless to say, Biluo had already controlled the second liquid bead to pour into his left arm, and the situation was similar to the previous one, Jusan Lang fell unconscious and woke up in the alternation of pain and pleasure, and the liquid bead was also consumed. Half of it was used in the palm of the left hand.

The difference is that his left palm seems to be stained with a layer of black ink, and if he can't produce flesh and blood, he is afraid that he will be regarded as a ghost.

The arms were followed by the legs, and after a painful ordeal that was more intense than the arms, Jusan Lang finally felt where Biluo's worry came from, and he was surprised and panicked.

It's hard to describe the feeling. It was as if the body was divided into two parts, half of which were bones and half of which were flesh and blood meridians. If you lift your leg and kick your foot, it's like a bone kicking out, and the muscles are still in place and about to fall off your legs.

It doesn't matter if the limbs are still, if it's the body, what if it's the head?

Thirteen Lang couldn't help but be a little worried in his wry smile. I secretly wonder if one day I encounter something happy and daxiao, will I suddenly become a skeleton?

His heart was filled with such thoughts, and he couldn't help but wonder if Biluo could postpone the process and store the liquid first. Leave it to yourself to refine it yourself in the future and use time to grind.

Unsurprisingly, Shisanlang was scolded by Biluo for being incomplete, and the true spirit, who was becoming more and more depressed, ignored his actual identity as a "charter man", and scolded him.

"Who do you think you are? What do you think is a true spirit? With this bit of your realm, you also want to keep the essence of the true spirit in your body? To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for the manipulation of the deity, it would have burrowed out of its body on its own and entered the boundless earth to sleep, waiting for the day when the soul would be born. You want to refine it yourself, bah!"

"If you can't do it, you can't do it, why are you scolding? ”

Thirteen Lang was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it, and secretly thought that I hadn't done it before, why didn't I see this broken claw run away by itself. Thinking about it the other way, he understood that it was because he was targeting the scales and not the essence of the true spirit that the scales had turned into, and he was so envious in his heart that he hated it at the same time.

"A single scale can give birth to a soul, how much does it cost to kill a true spirit completely...... Ahh

No need to ask, he was dizzy again.

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On the sixth day after the battle in front of the formation, with the explosion after another round of volleys, the two sides of the formation in front of the mountain dispersed violently, stirring up smoke and dust dozens of zhang high; under the desperate maintenance of the demon cultivators, the barrier in the middle of the nearly 500 meters wide still existed, but after the demon hunter concentrated Liliang bombardment, it seemed that it could not last long.

I don't know if it's because it is not a breach of contract to destroy most of the formations, the Lord did not rush to order a general attack, but continued to bombard the formation with the Demon Hunter until the day when it was completely broken.

In this way, holding on until the seventh day after the battle, the central formation shattered, and as expected, under the escort of the demon hunting envoy's brigade, the three giant crossbows moved forward nearly 10,000 meters and advanced to the front of the mountain.

Such a distance, combined with the terrifying range of the giant crossbow, almost covered half of the golden mountain, and the intention of the demon hunters was self-evident, they wanted to slowly drive the demon cultivators to the other side, that is, to the south surrounded by cliffs. As long as the Demon Hunter occupies the slope, his still large team of ground demon beasts and demon spirits can take advantage of it and drive the demon cultivator into the air again.

Without a foothold, it is a real desperate situation!

At that time, not to mention that the demon cultivators will not be able to cultivate pranayama, as long as there is a team in the center and rushing, once the demon cultivator team is scattered and loses command, the will to die will naturally collapse.

Speaking of which, the Lord sacrificed so many subordinates, and he always had to find a way to get the money.

On the top of the mountain, Elder Heavenly Oracle watched the storm that was constantly being released below, as well as the demon cultivators who were forced to retreat, and his expression was extremely gloomy.

"Luck!, providence!" he said to himself.

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...... (To be continued.) )