Miracle doctor tao yun

Yan Chengping looked back and was scared to death. He didn't dare to have a little hesitation. He wanted to run away crazily.

It's just that he can't get up fast after all, and the strong wind makes his soul feel the pain of tearing, and he is more and more scared.

"You're not going to die here, are you?"

Yan Chengping thought and said, "Your Highness, wake up quickly. If you don't wake up again, you won't have to wake up again."

Although all the words of the mysterious man have come true, he can't even see a wild animal in the wilderness, let alone the person to meet, so he expects Liu Ji to wake up.

After all, one person counts short, two count long, and Liu Ji's strength is above him. If he can wake up, maybe there is a way.

Unfortunately, Liu Ji has no response, three souls and six spirits shrink into a small ball, hiding in Yan Chengping's soul, standing still.

"It seems that we can only place our hope on the receiver. I don't know if it's time for us to be punctual."

Yan Chengping urges Yinfeng to go southwest.

In the southwest, it looks like a dense forest from a distance, but Yan Chengping noticed that a huge plain is far away.

If you escape to the plain, without the obstruction of vegetation and so on, the huge soul behind you will attract many people's attention, right?

It's absolutely intolerable for ordinary famous sects to turn the dead heroes into soldiers' souls, and it's the so-called famous sects that have the most practitioners in nanzhanbuzhou.

From this moment, Yan Chengping is quite looking forward to the appearance of those annoying famous schools in the past.

However, the expectation is in vain.

The spirit of the black evil spirit was as angry as a dragon in the air. In the blink of an eye, they caught up with each other. Each soldier's soul roared, and the sound of shouting and killing was like substance, which could tear the soul.

Yan Chengping screamed and ran to the bottom.

"It's killing me."

Yan Chengping took a breath of cool air, only felt that the power of his soul was lost by a third in an instant, and he was even more panicked and unable to support himself.

"Liu Ji, it's time for you to die. Where can you escape?" A gloomy, penetrating voice came from behind, like rising from the bottom of one's heart. It made one shiver all over, and made one's hair and bones creepy.

Yan Chengping only felt that his scalp was numb, and the whole person seemed to fall into the ice cave. This feeling, this taste, can't say.

Even without looking back, he could feel that he was absolutely in danger.

That kind of ferocious oppression makes people crazy.

Tear!

He almost felt the claw fall on his body, and then tore off the flesh and blood. Of course, what he tore off was not the flesh and blood, but the soul.

It was just a blow that hit him hard.

"I'm dying..."

I don't know why, but Yan Chengping was relieved, the feeling of death approaching didn't make him feel fear, but a burst of relaxation.

Yeah, I'm dying. I don't have to run anymore.

He is too tired, the whole person is in a state of extreme tension, and a little pressure is enough to crush him.

But up to now, instead of breaking down, he felt much more relaxed in his heart. It's better to die than to suffer countless torments.

Once the idea rose, it could not be contained any more.

"Little beast, I will never die with you!"

At this time, suddenly a familiar voice exploded in my ear, followed by a continuous roar, the whole world seemed to be shaking.

"This is..."

Yan Chengping spirit shock, slightly ignorant spirit suddenly sobered up a bit: "this is the teacher's voice, the teacher came here? Is the teacher a receptionist? "

Think of here, he was already desperate mood instantly excited up, do not know where the strength, crazy run up.

There was a smile on his face, and he was reciting something silently. His breath was boiling all over, and there was a sense of tragedy.

"Teacher, help me!"

Yan Chengping felt the passing of the power in his body, which was his last potential inspired by his technique. No matter what, since he had hope, he could not give up waiting for death.

It's just that he has poor strength, and then he suffered a lot of injuries. Naturally, even if it is to stimulate potential, it is always limited.

Finally, he saw a dazzling blood light in the distance, so he exhausted his last strength and called for help to his teacher.

Boom!

The sky and the earth roared and the void exploded. Although Yan Chengping's voice exhausted his last strength, it was too weak after all. The Shura ancestors did not hear it.

At this time, the old father of Shura was in a difficult situation.

Before that, he chose the edge of the battlefield in order to win with shapingwei by taking part in the fighting.I don't know that he has seen the strength of shapingwei very strong, but up to now, the strength of shapingwei is still beyond his expectation.

As a result, an embarrassing scene appeared. Now he could not escape and fight. He was so cruel in his heart that he was going to work hard.

That's why I have just said that.

Because the fight with Sha Pingwei was so loud that he didn't notice Yan Chengping who was approaching quickly at the beginning, let alone the black fog.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the Shura ancestor was beaten out again and fell into the ground hundreds of feet, with a mouthful of old blood gushing out.

But the next moment, he rushed out again, staring at shapingwei ferociously, and yelled: "little beast, if you have the courage, you will kill the old ancestor."

"Why do I kill you..."

Sha Pingwei stood on the ground, his clothes were not stained with any dust, and a faint smile appeared on his face. His eyes were calm, as if he could contain everything.

But then, with a look of surprise on his face, his eyes moved, and he looked behind the elder Shura.

"Well?"

The elder Shura also realized that something was wrong. The blood god who had been afraid of Xuantian immortal light and did not dare to release became restless.

He suddenly looked back, and immediately saw the surging, strong and deep power, which was the soul of thousands of powerful soldiers.

"This..."

In the heart of the old Shura, there was a color of ecstasy.

Although there is still a remnant of the fighting spirit in this battlefield, it is only a remnant after all, but the overwhelming black fog is different.

In front of me, these are all pure and extreme military spirits. For the practitioners of the evil way, such a powerful military spirit is just like a panacea.

The benefits of refining a soldier's soul are almost no less than those of refining a practitioner with a lower level of strength.