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Hongling was aware of this, and all the magic tools were taken out by him. Whether it's the Dementor bell placed beside Xia Yan, or the dark red armor guarding Wang Dazhui, and the sky erosion cloak, they are all worn by him. He took out the long bow and eighteen arrows and gave them to Xia Yan. With these things in hand, Xia Yan three people want to resist the corpse gas between heaven and earth, already more than enough. As long as we don't mix in the battle between Hongling and the corpse, we can protect ourselves.
He gave Xia Rong some fragmentary tyrant guns, and the right should be to let her defend herself. As for Wang Dazhui, he was unable to support the consumption of a magic weapon at this time, and it was in vain to give it to him. As long as Xia Yan and Xia Rong take care of them, he will never be in danger.
Brush, Hongling sent the three out of the battle circle, with strong cultivation, isolated from the attack of the corpse breath on Xia Yan. He walked slowly towards the trapped corpse with a sword and a dark red armor cloak.Bang, a shackle of the walking corpse was broken, Hongling pupil a coagulation. This walking corpse is far more powerful than we thought. If the holy land of the fifth robbery does not come out, who can contend with it? Roar! The corpse growled ferociously and locked the chains of its body. In an instant, it was struggling to make cracks. Once the chain is completely broken, it is the time for the corpse to break free.
Hung Ling leaned down and pressed her hand on the ground. There was a dark golden fire in the palm. Bang bang bang bang, the God lock rooted in the ground, instantly burns up the flames. These flames, as soon as they climb up the corpse's body, burn them into a black mist.
The walking corpse, which was furious, was completely crazy at this time. It roared up to the sky, flashing countless bloody mantras. From these incantations, the ancient chanting of scriptures is scattered in the void and resounds through the sky. It is like the chanting sound of Buddhist Sanskrit, driving the corpse gas everywhere in the sky of the northern Ming sky tomb. One by one huge skeletons, slowly forming in the void, circling around a corpse, roaring.
With a roar of the corpse, those terrifying skeletons dive down from the air and rush towards Hongling. The boy's face changed. In his induction, the strength of these skeletons was far beyond imagination. Even the average saints are not necessarily better than them.
He reversed the sad sword and poured into it. The ”Ba Shen Jue” and ”Dou Zhan Shen Jue” assist the operation of the nine turn Xuangong, and enhance the power of the long sword to the extreme. With a wave, Hong Ling threw out a terrible sword. It was a terrible sword full of his sword sense and divine sense. With the power of emperor's realm, Yan Huang imperial mirror has the power of butchering the holy.
Bang, a hundred Zhang size of sword Qi, and a skull hard hit together, in an instant it will be smashed. However, this sword Qi can only defeat one skeleton, but it can not threaten other skeletons. Looking at other skeletons roaring down, Hong Ling can't help but get angry. These guys, really think that they are easy to bully?
However, before he could react, a skeleton had already hit him hard, smashing his body into a huge stone tablet. Boom, for a moment, the stone foam flying, the dust raised, even covered the void. The boy lay in the rubble with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. His eyes flashed with shame at the arrogant roaring skeletons.
Brush, hand sad God was thrown into the air by him mercilessly, in an instant, he broke a skull. Hongling stretched out a hand and opened the palm to the God of sorrow, and immediately locked the pupil. Hum, the God of sorrow changed into ten in a flash, and constantly drifted in the void. Wherever he went, he brought up a series of terrible sword storms.
A skeleton can't dodge, and in an instant it is crushed by the fierce sword. Hongling temple, gushing out of the vast soul power, all the sky above the capture in the mind. In his body, the nine turn Xuangong practiced all over the world, and constantly manipulated the God of sorrow, and hanged a holy land skeleton which was transformed from corpse Qi.
Although these skeletons are only illusory objects, the strongest ones have reached the level of the third robbery holy land, and the weakest ones have the strength of the first robbery. Such a horrible and illusory thing is the only thing he has ever seen in his life. Fortunately, his current cultivation is enough to support the Yan Huang emperor mirror to stay awake for a long time. It is not too difficult to kill these skeletons.
What he was really worried about was the struggling corpse. With the appearance of the mantra on its body, its arm, which was just broken by Hongling with a shot, grew slowly again. What's more, the most frightening thing for Hong Ling is that the new flesh and blood on its hand is no different from that of ordinary people.
The bright red blood, white bones and pink polyps seemed to tell him that he was a living man. However, Hong Ling knew that this was absolutely impossible. The time for the corpse to be buried on the tomb of the northern underworld was more than a thousand years. For a thousand years, if you didn't eat or drink, and were buried in this corpse filled Tomb of Beiming, even the heaven's destiny would have died long ago.
However, what is the matter with this walking corpse? It is no different from that of his life, and he can speak! What's more, Hongling can also vaguely sense that there is a trace of huge vitality in this line of corpses. This strange sign is to make the well-informed incomparable sons feel incredible. This guy is definitely influenced by something to keep this strong vitality, but what is that?
Hongling didn't have time to think about it, and once again coagulated the whole body's cultivation, and rushed towards the corpse. Because, under the delay of those skeletons on the sky, the walking corpse seems to be about to break free from the shackles of the chains of God.