Legend of the Cultivation God

v2 Chapter 1175: Soul

"Call~" Seeing the dark green fireball did not enter the female forehead, the face of the female repair was extremely painful, and the facial features were distorted, and even the color of black and blue appeared!

In Feng Qing’s eyes, only a moment of flashing of the heart, and then flashing blush, her heart knows the tightness, this soul is in the mud repairing palace of the female repair, the painful taste is absolutely impossible for the living. Body odor, waiting for her soul to be drawn by the soul, this woman's life will come to an end! No super life, no reincarnation, no more in the future...

"Holly...Holly..." Suddenly, the woman repaired her limbs and suddenly stretched out. A great power was born from her body, and the sword light that bound her was broken. The pale blue brilliance suddenly turned into a fluorescent Fly up!

"Rain predecessors..." Zhong will see you tomorrow, but his face is amazed, but his eyes are flashing surprises. She knows that this is the soul of the soul refining the soul to the end, inspiring the potential of women to repair the Yin water property, rushing into the soul This potential is also needed to sculpt the sword spirit in the green skin gourd!

"Well~" Yu Ming did not care, and his arms slammed, but the two long wings were born from behind him. The light blue light mixed with him. The feathers among the wings are born!

"嘎~" The sound of the rain sounds like a bird, and the wings are also swaying a few times, and the light flies out between his wings...

The light is like a thorn in the air, the brilliance of the brilliance, the light blue color is getting thicker and thicker, and it has become an inch of sharp thorn before flying to the female writhing of the limbs!

"噗噗~" is almost the same sound, and all the sharp thorns pierce the female body at the same time. When the woman repairs, she is still, as if she is solidified in the air!

"Feng Shimei!" Zhong tomorrow is another command, Feng Qingfei sword once again rushed out of an ice thorn, this time from the pierced into the heart of the female repair!

"From the ~~" bell tomorrow showed a dignity on his face, and the sword in his hand glimpsed, and the dark green fireball actually came out from the celestial body of the woman! I saw that the fireball at this time showed a kind of blood red, and the shape kept changing. The soul of a woman's shape in the inside seemed to be tearing, trying to escape...

"Go ~" clock will be a finger tomorrow, his body shape is also slowly flying. The fireball obeyed the rushing green gourd...

Seeing the fireball will not enter the suction of the green skin gourd. The face of the clock tomorrow showed a trace of ease, but at this time, the change suddenly occurred, but listened to the slightest "噗" on the fireball. It's like a blisters breaking. A **** shadow emerges from the fireball!

"The rain predecessors helped me!!!" A blush is rushing to the eyes, screaming.

"Hey~" Yuming has already been ready, just clocked tomorrow and called the exit. His wings have been flying to the vicinity of the green gourd, and the blue-and-white glory between the wings is the **** shadow that pierces the fireball!

"Ah~~" A scream of heartbreaking, the blood shadow is forbidden by the light on the edge of the fireball, and can not fly out, at this time, the suction on the green skin gourd is born, the fireball and the blood shadow are It’s just not coming in, the screams of the blood shadow are getting longer and longer, like falling into the bottomless abyss!

The green skin gourd is suddenly and still, no longer swaying, the volatility is also disappearing, only the suction of the gourd is greatly increased, and the light blue brilliance rushes into it!

"Thank you for the rain predecessors!" Zhong tomorrow’s panic did not go, and he was merciful.

"Oh, no problem, you can wait until the realm of fantasy swords, blood sacrifices these monks are a little embarrassed ... left and right with this last one, more rest!" Yu Ming nodded slightly, turned and flew high!

"Yes, the younger generation understands!" Zhong will smile with a bitter look at Feng Qing, and the two will return to the original place and close their eyes. Zhong is not willing to do this tomorrow, but at this time, Jian Xiu and Dao Zong are hot, and there are not many disciples who can be transferred, and the characteristics of the flying swords that are practiced are too cold, and if there is The disciple of the second sword of the magic sword is the best here, but there is no way. Now she and Feng Qing are both alone.

However, fortunately, there is still a pretense of rain and rain, although it seems that only the realm of the magic sword, but she got the shackles of Zhong Yuxuan, know that this person is a bird repair, the strength is far from Is the detected realm comparable!

"Zhou Shixiong, should they come over?" Zhong Ming knows that he is somewhat stretched, and the blood sacrifice is too long. Zhong Yuxuan must be a lot faster. It should have been completed at this time. "They are afraid that they are on the way!" ”

Another half hour passed, and the traces of Zhong Yuxuan and others did not appear, and the green skin gourd began the last time!

Seeing the hustle and bustle of the Huaguang of the green-skinned gourd, Zhong will open his eyes with a bitter smile tomorrow. Her swordsmen are still full, but the soul-soul is not a swordsman alone, but also a secret of Mingjianzong. Surgery, this mystery is performed six times in succession today. She feels that she is tired in the depths of her soul. Like the bumps of several reincarnations, the broken car of the soul can't move!

"The last time ~" Zhong thought to tomorrow, and then immediately close the teeth, looked at Feng Qing, smiled, "Feng Shimei, this is the last time! I will be able to do it immediately!"

"Exactly, it depends on the strength of the teacher!" Feng Qing is also somewhat happy. She knows that this is a successful achievement, and she has made great achievements. The reward of Ming Jianzong will not be less.

After the clock rushed to the rain and gave a gift, Yu Ming frowned. "Zhong Xiaoyou, do you have a rest?"

"It’s not a rainy predecessor" and it’s not concealed tomorrow. “It’s no different than taking a rest for a while, unless you can let the younger ones rest for seven days!”

"Oh," the rain nodded, but also looked at a small hole in the distance, the strange road, "By saying this clock 皓 Xuan they should come over!"

"Maybe Master Zhong waited for me to wait for the past meeting!" Feng Qing said with a smile. "After all, this is not suitable for the flying swords of the three brothers!"

"Well, maybe!" There was some subtle feeling in the heart of Yuming.

Immediately, the clock will be the soul of the soul, and the soul of the fireball is born, while the body of the clock is slightly swaying, and even a layer of black-green flashes on his face.

"Feng Shimei..." Zhong shouted tomorrow, Feng Qing understood, and grabbed his hand. Xiaomao’s body was smashed into the air. When Feng Qing was about to push the sword, he suddenly heard the rain. Drink: "Who?"

Feng Qingyi stunned and turned to look at the rain, but the eyes that saw the rain were looking at the hole, and the twinkling eyes flashed in the eyes.

However, Feng Qing looked at the hole again, still calm, and did not see any movement at all.

At this time, Xiao Mao, who had been sluggish before, suddenly flashed the brilliance of the whole body, and the sword light that bound him was also broken.

"哼~" The rain screamed coldly, and a swaying figure came to Xiaomao's body. The wings danced, and countless volleys came out. The group surrounded Xiaomao, and the imprisonment above the mansions. The power of Xiao Mao’s imprisonment, no matter how Xiao Mao’s struggles are to no avail!

"Feng Shimei~" Zhongming’s screams with a trace of anger!

"Yes~" Feng Qing didn't dare to distract, and the next one was shaking. An ice-sword-like slender flying sword would flash out. It was the thorn between Xiaomao's angry eyes...

However, just as Feijian just stabbed, the strange thing happened, and a strong force of imprisonment fell from the sky, and the flying sword was condensed at once!

"Who are you?" Feng Qing was inexplicable. He wanted to spur Jianguang again, and he heard the rain screaming in the distance and watching his own back anger.

Feng Qing was shocked, his body shape was involuntarily flying, and while he was avoiding, his eyes swept away! This sweep is not tight, but seeing a young monk dressed in Yu Leizong, it is just behind her that the body is about a foot, the slender eyes are slanting and picking up, it’s hard to say. The murderousness reveals through the eyes!

Moreover, just as Feng Qing turned his head, the monk's hands were swaying, and the thick lightning was born out of thin air. It was the strike to his forehead!

Suddenly, a rumor can not be suppressed from her mind, "terror... Horror Phoenix?"

Yes, the three characteristics of the horror phoenix, one is the huge phoenix body, the second is the slanting phoenix, and the third is the skilled lightning control. This is what other Yu Leizong disciples she met have never been. Now, although the imperial monk of the Royal Leizong does not show the phoenix body, Feng Qing has already shouted out!

"Terrorist Phoenix?" Yuming was also shocked. When he arrived, he thought of Ling Yunwu, and Xiao Hua simply ignored him. He didn't seem to know Xiao Mao, and he didn't want Xiao Mao to look at his eyes! That is a few times more than the ordinary monk, the palm of the thunder, one hit Feng Qing, one hits the clock tomorrow.

Poor clock tomorrow, it is trying to support the soul, seeing the huge thunder, and rushing to spur the flying sword to meet the enemy, but the unparalleled exhaustion in the soul is on the mind, the smooth sword is a stagnation, flying Out of the snow, the sky blue sword light is slow, just this slow, Lei Guang is hitting her, this is the result of the bell to avoid tomorrow, the palm of mine only hit her vest! Just, is there a difference between hitting the vest and hitting the forehead? But see the clock tomorrow, the sky blue sword light strobe, when the time is annihilation, a bowl of blood sputum is in her vest!

"Ah~" Bell is only screaming tomorrow, it is falling from the air, she is falling in the air, but the fireball of the soul is lost control, suddenly rises up, and even makes a weird sound of ghosts crying! The sound is ringing throughout the space, fearing that it is the soul of many people!

"Escape!" Seeing the clock tomorrow, only one face is the body, Feng Qing is even more timid, the flying sword suddenly flies out, turned into thousands of ice thorns rushed to Xiaohua's palm thunder! It is a pity that although these ice thorns are powerful, Xiao Hua’s palms are more and more thundering, and the thunder is like a waterfall. The thousands of ice thorns are only made of grass in the water, fluttering! (To be continued. Mobile users please read.)