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Chapter 119

Seeing that the Nascent Soul cultivator was about to die, the two cultivators who had been asked for help finally made a move.

"Brother Hu! Give me a helping hand, I'll kill those little thieves first, and go back as soon as I go!"

The cultivator surnamed Fang Huashen shouted to another cultivator.The monk surnamed Hu responded, swallowed a few pills in a row, and his aura rose steadily, then he grabbed the opponent of the monk surnamed Fang, and together with the puppets left by the monk surnamed Fang, he dragged the two groups of disciples of Taichu Guan.

The disciple surnamed Lu and Wu Yaochen Yin Xueze discovered the approach of the cultivator of Huashen at the same time.Yin Xueze rushed up regardless, and the disciple surnamed Lu hurriedly followed while shouting, "Are you looking for death, are you rushing so fast?"

Wu Yaochen slapped Cultivator Nascent Soul on the back, and Cultivator Nascent Soul ignited red fire, and flew out with bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"Senior Brother Huo, I'm sorry for your trouble."

After finishing speaking, Wu Yaochen also rushed towards the cultivator of Huashen.

Cultivator Nascent Soul was hanging on his breath, but he was Nascent Soul after all, Huo Xiumao took full precautions, stayed far away, took a cold breath from time to time, and reaped the other party's life like a candle in the wind.

He took the time to look around, but he didn't see Jing Yingrong's figure. He suppressed his doubts as soon as he thought of it, and continued to concentrate on killing the enemy.

"A mere Jindan dares to be arrogant?"

The cultivator's eyes were full of disdain, and with a flick of his sleeves, a cloud of corrosive brown sand covered Yin Xueze.

But seeing a flash of black light, Yin Xueze instantly appeared outside of Brown Sha's attack range, and the disciple surnamed Lu who was not far away from him did not dodge, but summoned a tornado, dragging Brown Sha into it and breaking it down.

The disciples who came this time can be regarded as the relatively good group in the view of absolutism. For them, leapfrog battles are nothing new.Therefore, although the disciple surnamed Lu felt pressured, he didn't intend to back down.

The cultivator of Huashen was very surprised that Yin Xueze could dodge his own blow, but his attention was attracted by the disciple surnamed Lu in an instant.Xu thought that Jindan cultivators couldn't afford to make waves, and he didn't pay attention to the movements of Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen.

And this is exactly what the three of them wanted.

The black belt tied around Yin Xueze's wrist before suddenly broke and lay across in front of him. Both ends stretched rapidly, and countless patterns appeared on the surface.

These formations fluctuated and moved towards the two ends of the belt respectively, and then separated from the belt, like a chain, bent and extended forward in an arc shape, met in the middle, flickered a few times and then solidified completely.

The solidified pattern and the elongated black belt formed a huge bow.

Yin Xueze put the Mo Prison Spear on the bow as an arrow.Due to its size, it is impossible to draw the bow and shoot arrows with hands, so he stepped on the bow arm with his feet, held the gun with his hand, and drew the bowstring.

Every time the bowstring is opened, the energy contained in the bow is stronger.All this energy was transferred to the Mo Prison Divine Spear, and a pitch-black flame rose from the tip of the gun, but the flame gradually shrank, and finally turned into a small, pitch-black light.

That may not be called light, but more like an eye opened by Nether in the world, dark, terrifying and profound.

The bow string was stretched to the limit, and the entire body of the Black Prison Spear was covered with a strange black glow, and all the power was condensed at the tip of the gun, waiting for the final release.

However, Yin Xueze's face was already pale at this moment, and thick light black ice crystals formed where his hands touched the Mo Prison Spear.

Looking at the ice crystals like gangrene, Yin Xueze gritted his teeth, black flames suddenly rose from his arms, but there was a faint blood color in the black flames.

"do not move."

Wu Yaochen came to the side at some point, he said softly, and put one hand on Yin Xueze's shoulder.

A warm and scorching power emerged from his palm, as if being illuminated by the scorching sun at noon, the light black in the ice crystals receded and turned into ordinary ice cubes.

The black flame on Yin Xueze's arm was extinguished, and his face became slightly rosy again.

He seemed a little dazed.

Wu Yaochen said again: "Same as last time, I will put you first."

He was referring to the incident where Yin Xueze used his moves to bully the cultivators of the Puppet God Sect in the Land of Inheritance.

Yin Xueze said impatiently: "Hurry up!"

"It's so fierce after helping you."

Wu Yaochen joked with a smile, and at the same time touched the edge of Difeng's sword with his fingertips, and the blood oozed out, dyeing the long sword bright red.

The power of the fire vein in the blood was ignited, and the red flames wrapped the sword body, turning into a flame storm and rising into the sky.

Wu Yaochen raised his head and closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, his pupils glowed golden, as if he had absorbed the essence of the sun into his eyes.

He looked at the flame storm, and the center of the storm was Difeng.As if echoing the gold in his eyes, the body of Difeng's sword also shone with golden light.

The golden glow became more and more prosperous, and the flame storm also rose sharply. Its momentum was so strong that not to mention the cultivator of Huashen who was fighting fiercely with the disciples surnamed Lu, even the other cultivators nearby couldn't help but cast their gazes.

The cultivator of Huashen was distracted to investigate for a moment, then snorted coldly, and said: "It's a small skill, but that's all."

Even though he said that, he still planned to cast a spell to block the blow, but the disciple surnamed Lu didn't give him a chance to do it, and the attack speed suddenly accelerated, frequently interrupting his spellcasting.

"Don't get in the way, little thief!"

The cultivator of Huashen was also very annoyed that he couldn't take down the three of them.He violently forced the disciple surnamed Lu back, and released a spike made of brown sand towards the oncoming flame storm.

As soon as he finished playing the formula, the disciple surnamed Lu came forward again.Out of confidence in his own strength, he didn't pay any more attention to the situation over there.

The corrosive power possessed by the brown spikes swallowed the flame storm in an instant, but it was also consumed by the flames to the size of a thin needle. After stabbing Di Feng, it eroded the golden light on the sword, but failed to attack Di Feng. affect itself.

The storm disappeared, followed by the Mo Prison Divine Spear.

When the cultivator of Transforming God realized that something was wrong, the tip of the spear had pierced through his spiritual shield, and the black light that was like the eye of the nether world exploded behind him.

The filaments formed by countless black flames wrapped the cultivator into a cocoon.The disciple surnamed Lu focused his eyes, saw the right moment, and exhausted his spiritual power to release the strongest spell to attack the opponent.

Yin Xueze and Wu Yaochen fell to the ground, their spiritual power had been exhausted, so they did not attack again.

Yin Xueze staggered when he landed, just as Wu Yaochen wanted to help him up, he stabilized himself.

Wu Yaochen withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, took out the elixir and took it to replenish his spiritual power.

"Not dead, still have to fight."

Mo Prison and Di Feng flew back to their hands, Wu Yaochen looked at the positions of the cultivator of Huashen and the disciple surnamed Lu, and said.

Yin Xueze didn't say a word, but silently rubbed his arms.

Wu Yaochen glanced at him, turned his eyes, and said: "I have something I want to sell to you, you must need it."

Yin Xueze: "Don't buy it, shut up."

Wu Yaochen: "..."

He turned his gaze away and muttered melancholy: "Senior Sister Jing, where have you been..."

(End of this chapter)