Chapter 355 (1/2)

The friars absorb the spirit of heaven and earth and refine it as their own magic force, and urge the magic force to break out the mass destruction, which is called magic. Stepping into the spirit realm to open the soul space, the soul becomes clear from untouchable, strengthening the soul to enhance the strength, releasing the power with the strength of the soul, which is called the supernatural power.

There is no clear division between magic and supernatural power for the lower monks, but the difference is the difference. It exists all the time but you have no qualification to know it.

These are not nonsense, of course, because there are different kinds of magic and supernatural powers, but in some very special cases, they are fused together.

The explanation is clear: it can use mana to activate. It's a spell. It can also burst out of the soul. It's a supernatural power.

Any kind of magic is also the existence of supernatural power. There is a new name in the land of gods and demons, Taoism. Tao is the rule. There is the power of rules between the Tao and Dharma, which can be exerted by different forces because the rules are omnipresent.

Even in the places where the powerful are like clouds, and where there are countless magic and magic powers, Taoism is a rare existence, which can only be mastered if it has a solid foundation and a long tradition of large forces.

Qin Huan had no connection with these things, but he was lucky sometimes. When the blood dragon looked at the life and death line, he found that he still had resistance.

Point Cang first, Cang mang refers to.

When the finger fell, Qin Huan's eyes were dim, and his soul was almost torn apart by the terror.

But he gritted his teeth and kept his consciousness clear, because he would surely die in a coma.

However, the breathing time seemed endless for Qin Huan. The terror extraction finally stopped. A crystal clear finger collided with the blood light.

There was no fluctuation. The transparent finger and blood light began to collapse at the same time. It seemed to be the result of the same death with the enemy. But on the surface of Qin Huan's soul, there were countless cracks in an instant.

Each one is very subtle, like the porcelain that failed to be fired. It seems that if you touch it a little, it will smash to the ground.

Because the power of blood light is beyond the endurance limit of the vast fingers, the good thing is that there are not too many. Otherwise, even if the blood light is broken, Qin Huan's soul will collapse.

The blood dragon stared at the cracked soul. His cold eyes flashed a trace of surprise. For the first time, the blood dragon really showed the mood fluctuation, and then it was calm.

How about blocking the blood light? It still has the power to annihilate the soul easily.

The blood dragon didn't want to delay any more. It swam its tail to the soul, ready to tear it up a little bit with its mouth.

Without any omen, the blood dragon suddenly stopped, eyes, breaking out of endless cold.

Then, there were countless cracks on its body surface, which was very similar to the state of Qin Huan's soul.

The violent and incomparable breath, coming from these cracks, is absolutely fierce and furious.

It seems that all this is unexpected!

But these destructive breath did not break out, because a big shadow of the sun appeared, and a light light fell down, like a pair of invisible big hands, holding the blood dragon tightly and suppressing all the forces in its body.

The blood dragon's body trembled violently, and the shadow of rules appeared in the deep of his eyes. But these regular forces were cut off by the breath of nothingness before they broke out.

The shadow of the sun and the blood dragon disappear together in the breath of nothingness.

Poof -

a mouthful of blood gushed out, Qin Huan fell on his back and gasped for breath, but he could not relieve the pain like a split in his head at all. It's like using a dull knife full of rust, which is cutting bit by bit, and it's not a dull knife, but a lot of flesh and blood, because of pain, unconsciously twitching.

The pain was beyond imagination, but Qin Huan was full of ecstasy at this time, because only living can feel the pain, and the dead didn't feel it.

If it wasn't for Xiaolan light, Qin Huan would still die, but he had a clear intuition. If he couldn't resist the last blow of Xuelong, Xiaolan light would not appear.

This is not a test, but a cold and realistic choice. Only when the blood dragon weakens to a certain extent, can the little blue lantern hunt it.

Otherwise, it would rather let Qin Huan die than put itself on the edge of destruction.

Qin Huan smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't complain. If he really would die, he hoped that the little blue light could be preserved. At some time in the future, get by another guy who doesn't know whether he is lucky or unlucky, and go against the sky again. It's better to help him get revenge.

Well, I really want to do more, so I broke the door violently and interrupted Qin Huan's thoughts directly.

At the first sight, the ancestor of Nanyue saw Qin Huan's appearance at this time. His eyes suddenly brightened and he went back to heaven from the prison.

Alive, he's alive!

And at this time, the ground is rolling down a pill of creation, but the breath makes the ancestors understand that it has been refined.

The altar of the underground palace is more shriveled, like a body that has been dried for many years. It is full of dead air. The surrounding nine oil lamps, in addition to one extinguished, six flames trembled, sketching out a fuzzy face, roaring as if to break away.