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Roar, sense of Hong Ling on the body that a huge Qi, walking corpse suddenly stopped body shape. Its dry eyes, showing a touch of panic, roared at the youth madly. Everyone could hear the roar, with deep fear and anger.

Brush, juvenile body shape a flash, has appeared on its left side, a foot mercilessly swept in its left rib. Boom, the walking corpse was severely blasted into the front of the rock, with the sky of stone foam. Hongling didn't wait for it to get up, grabbed its ankle again, swung it round and smashed it on the ground.

Boom, the whole earth suddenly shocked, a huge crater appeared in front of the youth. A series of terrible cracks, centered on the crater, spread around. Hong Ling once again swung the corpse and smashed it on the ground. Boom, a deafening noise, reverberated in the world. Rao is a walking corpse with a strong body and is dazed.

Leaving the half dead corpse behind, Hong Ling looked at all the magic weapons that had been destroyed and sighed. His mind moved, and the vast consciousness gushed out and took all the pieces into his hands. Bang, the sky's thunder and fire condenses in the palm again, trying to restore these fragments into magic weapons.

For Hong Ling, as long as the spirit of these magic weapons has not been destroyed, it is not difficult to restore them. However, he was disappointed to find that except for the sad sword, the overlord gun, the God binding lock and the Dementor bell, the remaining magic weapons had lost their spirits. In other words, unless they are forged again, these celestial level magic weapons will be destroyed by the corpse.

He thought about it, melted all the pieces into one, and slowly poured it into the sad sword. The sad God sword is his most important weapon of his life. The top priority is to make it a sacred weapon. Unfortunately, after swallowing the fragments of these magic weapons, the God of mercy still did not touch the barrier of the sacred objects.

However, with the power of these magic weapons, the God of sorrow became stronger. In Hongling's perception, it is difficult to compare with other sacred vessels. As soon as he grabbed the lock, he grabbed it. Hongling felt the broken spirit in the sacred vessel and bit his teeth.

He clapped at the lock of the God binding, and the magic weapon of the Holy Land collapsed in an instant, and was forced to be tempered into the sword of sorrow with the thunder of the end of heaven. Hongling thought for a moment, and took the longbow and Bawang spear from Xia Yan and Xia Rong, and then took them away and melted them into the God of sorrow.

Now he had to raise the God of mercy to be a sacred instrument before he could be sure to kill the corpse. Therefore, he had to destroy other magic tools and use their power to promote the God of mercy. However, even though the spear, longbow and 18 arrows were absorbed, the God of sorrow still could not break through.

Finally, Hong Ling looked at the Dementor bell, which was his first sacred instrument, which was of great significance. Now, however, he did not care. Bang, the Dementor bell was destroyed by him again, and all the instruments and spirits were tempered into the sad sword by him. Hum, after swallowing the Dementor bell, the originally silent pathetic sword finally has a change. The meaning of a sword is constantly born on it.

"How can this happen? How can the promotion of the God of sorrow be so difficult?" Hong Ling looked at the God of sorrow, who was still shining with sword light, but did not rush into the stage of magic weapon in holy land.

However, he had no time to think about it. The corpse, which had been a little drowsy, had recovered again at this time. It roared and rushed towards Hongling. When the pupil of the boy is locked, the sword in his hand turns out to be a terrible sword. He flung out a terrible sword and cut at the corpse.

The corpse roars, grabs at will, and once again coagulates a big axe. He stopped the axe blade in front of his chest and blocked Hongling's terrible sword. Bang, the corpse's body slides backwards. The axe was not damaged at all. Roar, it roared toward Hong Ling, but the corners of his mouth were laughing, as if in taunting the youth's powerlessness.

Hong Ling looked at it with a gloomy face. This guy was so stubborn that he wanted to kill himself. The power of the emperor's utensil of the Yan Huang Emperor's mirror circulates and pours on the sad God sword again, which makes the whole sword howl. The young man looked at the corpse with an axe and chopped it down again.

This sword, composed of the power of the emperor's mirror, has completely surpassed the blow of the holy land. Such terrible power, even Hongling's body, began to collapse. But he had no other way. Only the power of the holy land could kill this guy.

The walking corpse waved his axe in horror and fiercely waved an arc-shaped Qi force formed by corpse Qi towards the falling sword Qi. This terrifying force is the force of terror which is completely in the fifth calamity of heaven and man. However, in front of the terrible sword of Hongling, this spirit is as fragile as foam.

Bang, the sword directly defeated the Qi of the corpse, and cut it into nothingness. The corpse, holding the right hand of the axe, followed by complete annihilation. It roared in pain, and its voice was full of fear.

"Leave a life, or, die!" The corpse was still roaring in horror, and his breath was unsteady and fluctuating. Obviously, Hongling's powerful sword has already completely damaged it.

Hong Ling vomited out a mouthful of dead blood, and slowly raised his sword again, which was chopped down with a sword. With a hissing sound, the head of the corpse soared to the sky and slowly dissipated. He was half kneeling and spitting blood. The power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror is too terrible. Even if he is in the state of dragon transformation, it is difficult to resist the erosion of this power.The headless corpse, standing in place, wisps of corpse gas gushed from the wound. These corpse Qi tries to regenerate the destroyed limbs, but how can Hongling make it do it. The sad God sword finally devoured so many magic weapons, which can fully carry the power of the imperial realm. At this point, if you don't take advantage of this corpse to suffer heavy damage and kill it, then the next dead is he Hongling.

Hum, a powerful force to cause great changes in heaven and earth, through Hongling's meridians, was transferred from the mirror of emperor Yanhuang to the sword of God of sorrow. This is the peak power of the Yan Huang emperor mirror, which has the terrifying power of threatening the heaven's destiny. At this time, this force was forced out by the youth and poured into the God of sorrow.

Ka Ka, a crack, in the sad God sword rapid generation. The peak power of an imperial instrument is unbearable even if it is a sad sword that devours the sacred instrument. Hong Ling knew that he could not wait any longer. He held the sword. Let the terrible sword spirit on it cut the hands full of dragon scales into blood. With a big drink, he was ready to jump up and cut down the corpse with a sword.

Boom, the sky over the whole Beiming Tianzhong is changing. The terrifying imperial vessels swept all directions. Countless boulders are taken into the air by great power. A sword light, born from nothingness, was beheaded towards a huge corpse below. Under the gaze of people's frightened eyes, the sword spirit was cut in the chest of the corpse and split it in two.

Roar, a scream of panic, reverberated between heaven and earth. It was the lament of a corpse before he died, with reluctance and awe. The terrible storm is generated at the place where the sword light falls. The corpse that has been cut into two parts gradually turns into nothingness in the storm.

Half kneeling on the ground, Hongling's body shape flashed, holding the sad sword, quickly swept to Xia Yan's side. He reversed his sword and thrust it into the ground. The young forced the power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror to create a huge barrier to protect the three people.

In the terrible storm, the barrier is crumbling and full of cracks. Hongling bit his teeth and roared, injecting the final strength into the sword. Hum, originally on the verge of collapse of the barrier, finally slowly stabilized.

When the storm dissipated, the boy let go of his sword holding hand and fell to the ground with a thump. A purple gold soul bead, slowly emerging from the collapsing storm, hovered in the void above them, emitting a terrible pressure. The beads slowly flowed out a succession of purple and gold soul fog, forming a huge barrier, covering Xia Yan and her party, isolating all the corpse Qi from the outside.

All over the cracks, the sword of sad God hummed, broke up into a mist, and poured into Hong Ling's body. It has suffered too much of the power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror. At this time, it has been on the verge of collapse, and even the spirit has become incomparably weak.

Fortunately, the sad sword is different from other magic weapons made by Hongling. It has a very terrible self-healing ability, as long as Hong Ling does not die, its spirit will not be destroyed. As long as it has enough psychic power, it can recover quickly.

"It's OK to be in charge of a big family and a third in charge." Wang Dashui looks at Hongling, who is unconscious at this time. He also looks at Xia Yan, who is stretching her hand over Hongling's pulse. He can't help asking.

Xia Yan shakes her head, Hong Ling's injury is very serious. But his body, there is a very strong vitality in the continuous emergence, will damage the broken meridians a little bit. It takes time, but it works.

Xia Yan takes out the Huisheng pill that Hongling gave him before and feeds him to take it. Then he took out a bloody soul bead which was extorted from the youth's hand and gently pressed it on his brow. Her palm has a soft flow of true Qi, the blood soul bead bit by bit refining, pure blood into the body of the young.

Soon, Hong Ling's body, spontaneously produced a scarlet breath. This breath is cold and dark, but it has a terrible ability to repair. If Hong Ling is awake, he will know that it is the dragon blood that he merges with the vampire's phagocytosis attribute, constantly absorbing and transforming the power of Holy Land blood soul beads.

The whole day, a blood soul bead was finally completely refined by Xia Yan, all used for the recovery of Hongling. The damaged meridians and collaterals in the body of teenagers have been recovered. A wisp of pure Qi, slowly generated in his elixir field, toward the meridians.

Even though the consciousness of nine strands of Xuanhong turned spontaneously along the line. With the operation of Xuangong, the dark gold streamers slowly appeared in the acupoints of Hongling. The spiritual power in the void poured into his four limbs and hundreds of bones, and was refined into pure Qi, nourishing his body.

Indistinctly, Xia Yan and others see that there are Taoist stars sprinkled down, constantly infiltrating into Hongling's body. Even the purple and gold soul beads suspended above the heads of the people scattered a series of soul power, blending into the breath of Hongling.

Under the three people's gaze, the youth's breath becomes more and more stable, and they can even sense the real Qi in his body like the sea tide. At last, the purple and gold soul beads in the empty air broke up with a bang, and turned into a strong purple and gold mist and poured into the young people's body.

Hong Ling's body, which was still, was shocked. A little painful cough came out from his mouth, and Xia Yan was very happy.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!