Cultivation starts from drawing superhuman physique

Chapter 197
Just when Ouyang Hong was in despair, a blurry figure wearing a bronze mask suddenly appeared in the clouds at high altitude, and two red lights shot out from his eyes, as if the eyes of a god and demon fell to the world.

chi chi chi...

The red light criss-crossed, and in the blink of an eye, the three zombies besieging Ouyang Hong were cut into pieces of meat, and the hot temperature instantly burned into red flames and swallowed up the pieces of meat.

puff!puff!puff!
Three consecutive sounds were the voices of corpse Yin sect disciples spitting blood.

Those three zombies were their natal corpses, the products of their painstaking efforts. Once they were destroyed, it would be equivalent to crippling a lot of their cultivation, and at the same time causing them to suffer very serious injuries.

"Who? Dare to meddle in the affairs of my Yin Corpse Sect, don't you want to live anymore?" One of the disciples, relying on the name of the Corpse Yin Sect, looked at the sky loudly and viciously, his eyes were full of resentment.Even though the comer has a high level of cultivation, as an elite disciple of the Corpse Yin Sect, he prides himself on having some means to save his life. In addition, they are accompanied by the corpses of the sky, so they are not guilty at all, and they are not afraid of the old monsters in the Nascent Soul Stage bullying the young. .

Ouyang Hong was stunned for a moment, he glanced up with his consciousness, and felt that the figure was somewhat familiar, but this is a good opportunity to fight back. He has rich experience in fighting skills, so naturally he will not let this opportunity pass.

Flipping his hands, he took out a yellow copper bell, and quickly slapped it with one hand, making a series of "dong dong" sounds, and the round transparent sound waves attacked and killed the three people.

[To be able to destroy the three refined corpses of the late Jindan stage with one blow, the strength of the person must have reached the Nascent Soul stage, who is this person?Why would you dare to go against the Corpse Yin Sect? Let's test his details first. If not, let them take the lead, and I'll be the best policy! 】

The expression on Master Juesha's face was uncertain, and he hurriedly said: "This person is not weak, junior brother, you hold on for a while, I will ask the corpse to come out of the coffin!"

"it is good!"

The three of them were full of anger, with blood remaining at the corners of their mouths. They took out their defenses one after another, and joined hands to resist the transparent sound wave that was attacking and killing them in front of them.Although they were seriously injured, they had quite a lot of treasures on them. They threw out dozens of defensive talismans one after another, easily resisting Ouyang Hong's attack.

The other middle-stage Jindan cultivator had no one to support him, so he was already stretched out by the giant sword. Dangerous situations occurred frequently, so he had no choice but to use a relatively precious talisman to escape from the crisis.

Young Master Juesha raised his head and forgot to glance at the blurry figure above the sky. He felt a little apprehensive in his heart. When he pinched his handprints, his body suddenly lit up with brilliant silver light, and a pair of exquisite silver armor emerged from his body. There is a strange beast roaring on each shoulder, and a mysterious round mirror is inlaid on the chest.

"Yinchen Treasure Armor, I didn't expect Master to give this treasure to Senior Brother, I really love him so much!"

"With this treasured body armor, it might not be so easy for that person to cast a sneak attack again. If he invites the heavenly corpse out, even the mighty late Nascent Soul will stay away!"

"It's best to let the celestial corpse kill him, so that I can relieve my hatred!"

"That's right, after he was captured and killed, his corpse was refined into our natal corpse. The loss this time is really too great!"

……

The three of them noticed the scene behind them, and couldn't help but communicate in a low voice, with undisguised killing intent in their tone.

Young Master Juesha took out a blood blade at this time, and stabbed his wrist fiercely, a large amount of blood gushed out. He muttered words, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and at the same time used blood as ink to draw a picture on the coffin board behind him. A formation pattern projecting an evil aura appeared.

"Disciple Jue Sha, I have encountered a strong enemy today, I invite the ancestor, the corpse, to come out of the coffin and destroy the enemy quickly!"

After the short spell was over, the blood formation suddenly lit up red, and gradually disappeared on the coffin board.

Su Poman was standing on the top of the cloud at this moment, watching the scene below with great interest, and cast the 'ancient breath restraint technique' to restrain the breath in his body. mask.

[Interesting, is this some kind of summoning ceremony?Hehe, if it wasn't for me wanting to see what tricks you guys can pull off, you would have died a hundred times already! 】

boom!
Boom!

Boom!

A magical heartbeat suddenly appeared from inside the coffin, except for Su Poman, everyone present couldn't help covering their hearts.

"This day's corpse is really tyrannical, it actually has a heartbeat like a living person! My chest feels so uncomfortable, as if the frequency of the beating has been forcibly modified..."

"Roar~~~"

A roar like the howling of a tiger and leopard appeared in the coffin.

Immediately after, large dark clouds gathered in the sky, covering the moonlight, and there was an extremely strong smell of corpses in the sky, just like the smell of dead rats magnified dozens of times, which made people retch.

"Roar………"

Another roar sounded, and a vision was regenerated between heaven and earth.

Black corpse aura spread out from the coffin like a river pouring down, and poured down from mid-air, floating and sinking like dry ice, turning the ground into a sea of ​​corpse aura.

Su Poman frowned, red light appeared in his eyes, he finally couldn't stand the impact of the corpse aura.

[This stepping horse also brings magic damage when it comes out, it is too stinky, I can't stand it, die quickly! 】

The red light in his eyes condensed and swept down in an instant.

"Senior Brother, that man is about to cast a spell and sneak attack again!" One of the Corpse Yin Sect disciples noticed the red light high in the sky, and quickly reminded him through voice transmission with his spiritual sense.

Young Master Juesha smiled contemptuously, and was about to say something, but in the next moment, like a duck being strangled, he was speechless for a while, stunned.

I saw the red light falling down, sweeping back and forth several times, the corpse was cut into a pile of minced meat before it had time to howl miserably, and the scorching high temperature turned a lot of minced meat into coke.

Green smoke lingers and slowly rises.

Mr. Juesha felt that the scene in front of him was like a phantom, and he muttered to himself in a daze: "This is impossible, Master's celestial corpse has the strength of the late Nascent Soul, not only can teleport, but also has the extremely Yin corpse. How could it be possible to die so easily with fire and other supernatural powers?"

In the end, the tone of the word "dead" suddenly rose, and he suddenly came to his senses, "Dangerous!!!"

The other four people also reacted one after another, looking at each other, they all sensed the other party's thoughts at this time.

"run!"

The five people flipped their hands and took out the same gray talisman paper. The surface of the talisman paper was inlaid with a few 'Nanming Void Stones' that were as fine as beans, and a force of space floated on it.

This is the life-saving means given to several elite disciples by the Corpse Yin Sect--the small shifting talisman!
chi chi chi...

Although they were trying their best to arouse the talisman papers, at this moment, the two red lights passed over their bodies at an extreme speed, like the sight of a god of death.

The protective treasures that could withstand the full attack of the Nascent Soul stage were broken one after another, and it seemed that they couldn't stop them even for a breath.

Young Master Juesha's expression was dull, his consciousness gradually sank, and the miserable howling of his junior could be faintly heard in his ears, and then his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

(End of this chapter)