Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

"It's okay, his talisman paper is almost exhausted."

With a flash of Fuzhu's figure, the long sword stabbed obliquely, straight to Shu He's heart.

"Even if the talisman paper is used up, I'm still a Nascent Soul cultivator. You guys are too happy." Shu He stretched out a hand calmly, clamped the blade of the sword, flicked it slightly, and set off a huge spiritual force Shockwave.

The talisman took a few steps back to avoid being affected by this spiritual riot.

"Whoa, whoa—"

"Woooo!"

The group of transparent souls trembled more and more when they felt Shu He's spiritual power breath, and made a humming sound.

They have been trapped in the soul-stirring banner for too long, unable to go to the next life, and their souls are so fragile that they are almost transparent.Most of them are stumps and broken arms. Only the souls that were taken in by the soul-destroying streamer later still retain all the physical signs.

With the state of these souls, even if they go to reincarnate, the strength of their souls is not enough to support their reincarnation as human beings.

I hope Gui Yunyun can break through this formation soon!

Fu Zhu put away her sadness and clenched the hilt of her sword. The next moment, she appeared behind Shu He, and a sword energy shot out, as if she wanted to cut him in half.

Shuhe's spiritual power shield lit up, and ripples appeared.

The talisman was repelled a few steps, and two feet stepped on the ground, one in front of the other, and two small pits collapsed.She took a step out of the small pit, charged forward swiftly, concentrated her spiritual power on the tip of the sword, and stabbed at Shu He again.

"It's useless." Shu He turned around with a relaxed expression, wanting to see the girl's scorpion shake the tree.

Fu Zhu pursed her lips and said nothing, but her killing intent was even stronger.

The long sword fell like a broken bamboo, and the sword energy was like a dragon flying across the river, setting off huge waves.

Shu He's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that the girl could swing such a powerful sword after fighting for such a long time.

What a genius.

It's a pity that such a realm is used to worship the formation.

But this is nothing compared to his promotion to Transformation God.

Shu He took a step forward with his right leg, shoulder width apart, and formed a seal with his hands. A huge whirlpool appeared in the void, and countless spiritual snakes rushed to fly out, so densely packed that it made people's skin crawl.

Fu Zhu naturally hated these dense phantoms of spiritual snakes. He turned his long sword in his hand and spun out several fine sword energy, nailing the seven inches of the spiritual snake.

call!
The sharp wind of the spear came through the phantom of the fallen spirit snake. Zhao Zhiying raised the tip of his spear and pierced a piece of Shu He's robe.

"A little closer."

The spear spun around and flew back to Zhao Zhiying's hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the talisman jumped up, split the vortex floating in the void with a sword, and then fell steadily to the ground, pointing at Shuhe.

A gun and a sword surrounded Shu He.

Shu He looked at the woman in yellow who had disbanded, and lost her patience to play with the two people in front of her. In a flash, she landed behind them.

Punch straight out.

With the talisman and horizontal sword in front of him, Shu He increased his strength and punched the sword.The Dulu sword is not as sharp as the frost and snow, but the fairy spirit on Zhou's body, feeling the breath of evil cultivators, climbs up along Shu He's fist.

Shu He was startled, and quickly let go of his hand, shaking off the breath.

The talisman was pushed back by Shu He's tyrannical force, but Zhao Zhiying supported her from behind, but she still retreated several feet away, leaving a deep ravine on the ground.

Just like what was plowed out during spring plowing.

With a sound of "whoosh", Shuang Xueming sprang out from behind Shu He.

He didn't notice it for a while, and a gash was cut on his face by the sword's edge.

"Shuang Xueming, you did a great job!" Fu Zhu looked embarrassed, but she had a bright smile on her face.

Feijian landed in front of Fuzhu, guarding her in a defensive posture.

Fu Zhu raised her hand to hold Shuang Xueming, borrowed her strength, and rushed out, cutting Shu He's arm with a sharp sword.

Her figure fell behind Shu He, the tip of the sword slanted downward, dripping blood.

Feijian let out an excited sword cry.

Just as Shu He wiped the blood off his face, he saw the cut wound on his arm again, and laughed gloomily.

"It's been a long time since anyone has allowed me to see blood."

Fu Zhu tilted his head, and said very shamelessly, "That only shows that you are a frog at the bottom of a well, and you don't know that there is a sky beyond the sky."

She narrowed her eyes, and suddenly thought of something, "No wonder you want to take the path of evil cultivation, it turns out that you are at the end of your rope."

Shu He could smile hypocritically before, but when he heard the second part of her sentence, his expression changed suddenly, and he said coldly, "What do you know? I only know that I can practice so quickly since I practiced evil cultivation."

He chuckled faintly again, as if he was schizophrenic, "Did you know? It only took me less than a hundred years to go from being a baby to the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

Shu He stretched out his index finger, pointed in a circle, and finally pointed to the talisman, "After refining all of you, I can cross the two realms of late stage and Dzogchen, and transform into a god in one step."

"Hundred-year transformation god! Doesn't exist in the entire cultivation world, I will be No.1! Hahahaha..."

Shu He's voice stopped abruptly, and he saw a sword light slashing down vertically. The sword light was so fast that before he had time to react, his fingers fell to the ground with a "click".

"I don't like being pointed at by an evil cultivator." Fu Zhu took back the sword lightly.

"You talk too much."

If it wasn't for Shu He talking too much, too careless, and conceited, she wouldn't be able to find such a good opportunity.

Shu He was really angry now, he raised his hand to take back his severed finger, and smashed the girl's head with a punch.

Zhao Zhiying's spear was swept away, and the severed finger rolled several feet away, a spiritual fire was ignited for no reason, and the severed finger was quickly turned into a pinch of black ash.

"You two are really bullying me!" Shu He was furious, and a fierce fist blast hit Zhao Zhiying and Fu Zhu.

Fuzhu held a sword flower, stabbed forward, and broke the fist wind.

Zhao Zhiying pushed forward, disintegrating the remaining gang wind.

The two fit together seamlessly.

Several strong winds came again, and the talisman placed both hands on the sword body to block the front, and the fine spiritual needles suddenly struck in the strong wind.

Ding!
The real spirit needle hit the sword body, making a crisp sound.

Jianming trembled slightly.

Fuzhu clenched her teeth, resisting the increasingly violent attack, blood oozing from her lips.

It was so disgusting that she didn't even have time to swallow it.

Zhao Zhiying was no better than her, a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out, sprinkled on the body of the gun, the red tassel on the tip of the gun was stained with blood, and became darker red.

"Okay!" Gui Yunyun straightened up and said happily.

Turning around, she saw both of them vomited blood, and Shu He Linglie's attack was about to fall again, she quickly formed a seal, and a circular magic circle flew out, blocking in front of the two of them.

Shu He didn't pay much attention to Gui Yunyun's magic circle.But for Fuzhu and Zhao Zhiying, this magic circle came in time, enough for them to buffer.

"You actually destroyed the reverse nine-turn soul formation that I worked so hard to set up!" Shu He's eyes showed bloodshot eyes. He suddenly changed his attack and attacked Gui Yunyun, "I should have killed you first."

The reverse nine-turn soul formation was extremely complicated and could not be solved by ordinary formation masters. He did not expect that this woman in yellow was really capable.

But as long as he quickly kills everyone here, he can still repair the soul array.

"Fairy Yunyun, be careful!"

The voices of Fuzhu and Zhao Zhiying sounded at the same time.

Gui Yunyun smiled, and a simple tortoise shell lit up in front of her.She is from the GUI family, so how could she not have any protection on her body.