(919 Steel nails into the earth are not spared, and the physical sacrifice is still trapped)

But Rong Qianzi's punch hitting Ouyang Pan was completely different from hitting Dushi.

Hitting a crossing stone is hitting a living creature and disappearing in an instant. And when he hit Ouyang Fan, he felt that between his fist and the soft soil, there was a lump of iron.

This was Ouyang Fan's urging of the golden aura on the Nine Black Redemption Gold Plate to burst out, filling his physical body, making his physical body strong, as if it was made of dark iron.

With the power of his Purple Mansion, no matter how much he urged the natal magic weapon, it was impossible to resist the punch of Rong Qianzi of Jindan Sanhua with all his might. But the fist went down from the top of his head, and under him was dirt, and he only needed to be harder than the earth.

After the opponent's punch blasted him into the dirt, the dirt around him surged up, helping him resist a lot of power.

When Ouyang Fanyi appeared, the experienced Rong Qianzi had long known that he was a Jinxing monk. So he didn't exert his force violently at the beginning, but released his strength continuously.

He's squeezing the soil. As long as the soil layer is squeezed to be harder than Ouyang Fan's body, then this guy will be dead.

This pressure was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, directly pressing on the top of Ouyang Fan's head. And this man is like a steel nail, always being nailed into the deeper and harder layers of soil.

For Ouyang Fan, this situation is not much different from the achievement of Jindan in the depths of the Northern Underworld and under the huge water pressure.

The difference is that Gou Zhu has taken the best Tianyin Stone. And Ouyang Pan has not used any foreign medicine at all. His Void Pill directly began to crystallize in the sea of qi.

But under this tremendous pressure on his body, flesh and bones had long been blurred, and there was no longer a strict distinction. If you dig him out of the earth, all you see is a blurry bloody man.

Rong Qianzi can feel it. Treants are relatively weak, but they are sensitive to life. He could clearly feel that the vitality of this young man's cultivation was constantly passing.

But he was not in a hurry to really bomb this person to death. He deliberately slowed down the process.

"Haha, Leng Lingqiu, you just watched this guy die for you?"

"Come out, he'll still be alive. ”

"If he goes on like this, he'll be dead!"

If it weren't for Leng Lingqiu being trapped by Shui Ning Zhu, his strategy would definitely be effective. Leng Lingqiu is very likely to come out in this situation and be arrested.

If this is the case, he will give Leng Lingqiu thousands of miles of soul fixing needles, and the rest will be explained by Leng Lingqiu and the Night King.

Let's just say that Wu Xiuxian and others held Leng Feng and his wife hostage, Leng Lingqiu and Ouyang Pan and others came to the rescue. In the end, Wu Xiuxian and the others were killed, and Leng Feng and his wife, Ouyang Fan and others also unfortunately died. All sins can be blamed on the Five Elements Sect.

As for the alliance between Emperor Kun Yuan and the Night King, as long as there is Leng Lingqiu, a controlled pillow wind, it can be reached sooner or later.

However, there was no reply from his transmission. Leng Lingqiu was like dead, and he never replied to him. It made him feel irritable.

He received a message from Watari and knew that someone was already breaking into the formation of the Deer Bone Graveyard. Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he was almost certain that the Night King would be among them.

They are also tens of thousands of years old demons, and he doesn't want to fight the Night King.

When the Night King was sealed by the previous generation of Tree Emperor Mu Xun, he was the thug under Mu Xun's seat. Now he has moved the Night King's woman again. New hatred and old hatred are added together, and there is no need to think about it, this resurrected old owl will definitely play with him.

He sent a message to Duying: "If you want to go to Houtu City with me, use your brains more, hold the formation, and the old man will be done in a quarter of an hour at most!"

Then one by one, doppelgangers came out of him, exactly like him. As soon as they appeared, they automatically walked in all directions.

Even if the monks of the ordinary Jindan Sanhua do not achieve the Yuan Infant, their mana can be improved without limits. But there is a limit to the amount of mana that their physical bodies can wield. So no matter how much mana he had, the power of his supernatural powers was firmly limited.

Rong Qianzi can use a clone to carry these mana. He is different from Deadwood Rong who sprouts and produces clones at any time, these clones of his have existed for a long time, cultivated with him, and carried their own mana.

Each of these clones has the same power as him, with the power of Jindan Sanhua. He has a total of thirteen clones, which is equivalent to the strength of thirteen Jindan Sanhua monks!

This is his ultimate secret, and if it weren't for the moment, he wouldn't want to show it in front of anyone.

The thirteen of them swept the entire Deer Valley with heavy fists together, and the speed was much faster. It doesn't take half a moment to sweep away the tiles. I'm not afraid that Leng Lingqiu won't come out.

And one of his clones dug Ouyang Pan out of the soil, and then pinched it like a worm.

"Die, boy!"

Kill this person first, then speed up, and within half an hour, punch all the open spaces in the entire carboxy area, forcing Leng Lingqiu to appear. This was his only chance.

At the same time, the performance of the death tide in the deer bone cemetery is far from Wakage's expectations.

Originally, the turbid tide filled with the power of death could not be stopped by living beings at all, but it was blocked by the young blue-armored fish cultivator holding up a strange turtle.

What's even worse is that the turtle inexplicably took two sips, and the dead air in this turbid tide quickly faded, like a soup mixed with water, losing its taste.

There is still such a creature in this world, which feeds on dead air?

Xuan Ming feeds on dead air. As long as he has enough dead air, he can come back from the dead countless times. This turtle is a part of the Xuan Ming, and of course it has the same qualities. It's just that the carboxy people live in the demon world, so they don't know much about these.

He hesitated for a moment and walked directly onto the altar. In this way, his figure fluttered in the black mist on the altar, and soon disappeared.

If these people were allowed to invade the lake, he would break his promise and lose the protection of Emperor Kun Yuan. Don't talk about the Crane tribe, even the Karma tribe can't spare him. Then he would have died.

Sacrificing himself as a sacrifice was his last resort. Although his physical body was bound to be destroyed, he did not die, but became a formation of the formation.

If he could hold off these invading monks until dawn and fulfill his promise to the Houtu Dynasty, he could still manipulate the formation to use those deer bone remains to recondense a physical body and withdraw to the human realm in time.

In the large array of the deer bone cemetery, the turtle was full of dead air, and his whole body became dark and translucent, and a pair of small eyes glowed bright blue, with an intoxicated expression.

It was about to take a few more puffs when Gou Zhu forcibly pressed its head back into the turtle shell, and then disappeared into the sea of qi.

Although the Xuan Turtle can be said to be a part of his Qi Sea, the stronger the Xuan Turtle is, the stronger his mana is, but if the Xuan Turtle "grows" too fast, there will still be problems.

Maybe this turtle, who has no complete self-consciousness for the time being, will dominate the scene, making him no longer a hook, but an incarnation of Xuan Ming.

Right in front of him, he saw that the huge monster in front of him that had been condensed by countless deer remains, which had been sucked by the turtle to the verge of collapsing and falling apart, suddenly solidified at this time.

Not only does it solidify, but it also condenses and shrinks piece by piece. Finally, a tall, strong man with a pair of claws on top of his head stepped out of the blood mist that danced like a tornado.