C932 (1/2)
The power of terror constantly tore at Hong Ling's spirit, making his flesh and blood continuously fall into the deep air. However, the nine toothed harrow that hit him flying has now converged the sudden burst of dense streamer, and has become extremely ordinary again.
The pig demon's mood just seemed to be very excited, but now it's strange to calm down. Its original stiff face somehow laughs strangely. It looks like a clay figurine with a smile, and doesn't know why he laughs at all.
”Su'e! They all said that you are still alive, but I clearly see that you are dead. If you do not die, how can I become a Buddha? ”
The muttering pig demon walked slowly towards Hongling. The unceasing explosion of the terrible God Xi even made the flesh and blood scattered in the deep air wither rapidly, and the vitality in it was completely swallowed up. Coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing, coughing.
He raised his hand and gently wiped it on the sword, which made all the cracks of the God of sorrow shrink and heal in an instant, and soon disappeared. However, the sword meaning which was constantly stirring around him turned into a sword rain all over his body.
”It's a terrible monster. No wonder in the ancient books and records of previous lives, this man can command 80000 Tianhe water army. With the terrible power of such great masters, the pig demon is enough to be proud of all things!”
He quickly reversed the long sword, and Hung Ling took it with a sword flower and threw it forward fiercely, which made the sword instantly move all over the body and attack and kill the huge pig demon.
The sharp sword, which is constantly roaring, lights up the deep space within thousands of miles like a meteor fire rain, and the sword meaning mixed in it is like the aurora constantly turning up and pouring out, vaguely covering the entire void.
In a flash, the huge Sanskrit suddenly reverberated in his mind and all over the body, making Hongling's dark golden God light suddenly transformed into the golden Buddhist cultivation wish power, turning his whole dragon body into gold, making his defense reach a very terrible height.
The pig demon, who had been in a trance, suddenly turned pale and looked at Hong Ling with some doubts. He couldn't understand what had happened. But the next moment, the huge pure altar emissary was angry.
”You, you killed her, su'e, give it back to me, give me back su'e!”
The pig demon, who was completely in a frenzy, suddenly lifted the rake and struck down the tiny figure below, tearing the deep space apart.
”Hum, Tianpeng, don't you wake up?”
Suddenly, Hong Ling lifted up the sad sword covered with gold will, and stopped the jagged teeth of the falling harrow. A green muscle on his arm suddenly burst, making his golden blood slowly exude.
”Tianpeng, is my name Tianpeng? But why do they call me Wuneng? Am I Tianpeng or pig Wuneng? Or pig hyena
Ah! The giant pig demon suddenly hugged his head and kept roaring. He had been filled with the stillness all over his body, but now he was constantly surging, sketching out a disorderly divine text.
There are too many power attributes in this divine text, whether it's demons, ghosts, human beings, gods, Buddhas, and even the power of other gods.
Just looking at this messy chapter, Hong Ling felt that her original spirit was constantly shaking, as if she had been shocked by a terrible shock, and wanted to completely overthrow all the things of her own practice.
”What the hell is this? How can it be so terrible that even my mind is in disorder!”
Trying to calm her breath, Hong Ling looked at the roaring pig demon and frowned. She didn't know what was going on, but she had to resist the invasion of the pig demon.
If you don't quantify this force, I'm afraid that he will be completely assimilated by the text of the divine script, and then the living corpse of the great venerable will be formed, which is the same as that of the people who took scriptures in the eastern land!
”Hong Ling, you must be careful. Although this guy's strength is not the strongest among the eastern scholars, his divine text is very important, and you can't be careless!”
Xiao Qingyao is now in the sword array. She looks at the two figures facing each other with dignity. She has the heart to help, but she is too weak to know how to do it.