Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

Squeak!

Song Yiming sacrificed thousands of fantasy glasses, turned over, turned into a seven -color luminous light, and went to the distance.

Although I don't know what the coffin is, he knows that he is by no means an opponent.

Now, the only hope is to rush out of the secret.

"Huh! Want to escape in front of this seat?"

Hug sound is full of disdain.

The blood coffin shocked lightly, as if he came over, a "嗖" sounded through the long sky and chased Song Yiming.

The speed of blood coffin is more than how many times faster than the Thousand Magic Glaelia. In just a few breaths, it chased up.

"Thousands of eyes, do your best!"

Song Yiming drank a low.

Thousands of fantasy glasses, countless compound eyes on their backs, opened suddenly, spraying a seven -color beam, covering the entire sky.

Om!

The seven -color light, covering the sky, seems to turn the entire sky into illusion.

However, the blood coffin was just light shock, and a horrible corpse swept out, and instantly dispersed the illusion.

"What?"

Song Yiming's pupils shrank, and his face was shocked.

The magical realm of the Thousand Fantasy Gelsfilies was actually easily broken. The strength of this old ghost was too terrifying.

", Magic realm, do you want to block this seat?"

"Boy, let's come down to this seat!"

The hoarse sound sounded again, and the blood coffin shook lightly, suppressing Song Yiming.

boom!

The blood coffin fell, and the whole sky seemed to collapse, and the pressure of horror made Song Yiming's breathing difficult.

Thousands of fantasy glasses have a great speed, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible hand.

"It's over, today, I really want to fall here?"

Song Yiming's despair.

Dingdang!

At this moment, a metal impact sound suddenly sounded.

The chain on the blood coffin suddenly stretched straight, and countless Donglai Ziqi, poured out of it, stiff blood coffin, holding it in the air!

"Damn, it's this chain again!"

Hushing sounds full of anger.

This east is Ziqi, but it is Hao Ran's righteousness, and it is the nemesis of evil spirits.

At the beginning, the sealing Ziyang Zhenjun was obviously considered to have been considered this. It deliberately used the East to purple qi, refined into a chain, and seal the blood coffin.

"What exactly is that chain, and even this horrible old ghost can be seal!"

Song Yiming was shocked.

The blood coffin is lighter, and the chains are constantly straightened, as if they are stretching at any time.

"Boy, count your life!"

"However, you wait for this seat, and wait for the seal to break the seal, you must break your corpse!"

Hug sound, full of killing.

The words fell, the blood coffin shook, and a corpse beetle climbed out of the coffin gap, overwhelmed, and bite the purple chain.

"Ancient books record that corpse beetles can ignore the prohibition and pass through any gap, which can crack the seal, it really is not fake!"

"No, I must leave immediately, otherwise once the seal is unlocked, I will die!"

Song Yiming secretly said in his heart, a shot of thousands of fantasy glasses, turned into a seven -color lit, and flew to the secret exit.

This time, he did not dare to have any delay, for fear that the old ghost broke the seal and caught up.

"Want to run? Can you run away?"

In the blood coffin, there was a sneer, a blood coffin shocked, and turned into a blood light, chasing Song Yiming.

However, there is a purple chain restraint, and the speed of the blood coffin is not as good as before.

"Thousands of eyes, persist again, as long as you rush out of the secret, you can live!"

Song Yiming did not dare to care, took out the bottle of raising bottle, and fed a drop of spiritual fluid into the mouth of the thousands of magic glazed worms.

Thousands of fantasy glasses, full of disdain, do not think it needs help, but the temptation of He Lingye is too much, and he opened his mouth.

Woo!

At the entrance of the spirit fluid, it turned into a magnificent spiritual power, so that the thousands of mago -glasses were so comfortable that they almost screamed.

With the help of the spiritual fluid, the speed of the Thousand Magic Grails reached its peak, and a few breaths flew out of the Pharmaceutical Garden.

"Damn, how can this kid suddenly get faster!"

Hug sound, full of anger.

Unfortunately, there is a chain restraint, and the blood -colored copper coffin has always been unable to catch up with Song Yiming.

"Abominable, wait for this seat to break the seal, you must cramp your cramps to discharge your mind!"

At this time, he regretted it that just now, in order to crack the seal, he did not call all corpse beetles to cut Song Yiming.

Otherwise, how can this son escape?

But now, regret is too late, I can only watch Song Yiming, get closer and closer to the exit of the secret situation.

One hundred feet, fifty feet, ten feet ...

"Great, it's finally exporting!"

Song Yiming's heart was excited. As soon as he shot thousands of fantasy glasses, he turned into a seven -color lit, and he would fly into the teleportation array!

"stop!"

Husk, with endless anger, bombed in Song Yiming's ears.

boom!

The chain on the blood coffin was stretched, turning into a dark light spot, dissipating invisible.

"This seat depends on where you go!"

The blood coffin opened, one dried palm, extended from the coffin, and grabbed Song Yiming.

"not good!"

Song Yiming exclaimed, only feeling a horrible suction, and came from the palm of his dry hand to make him unable to move.

The strength of this old ghost is too scary. Even if you do your best, you can't escape the palm of the opponent.

Is it really dead today?

"子, Xiaozi, this is you, the end of the place with this seat."

"Don't worry, this seat will draw your soul, use the fire of the ghost, burns for a century, and let you die completely!"

As soon as the words fell, a faint light flickered on the dry palm, and a more terrifying suction force came from the palm.

Song Yiming only felt that his soul was pulled out of his body by an invisible big hand, and he screamed in pain.

And at this moment, something strange happened!

A dazzling purple light suddenly burst out from Song Yiming's waist, turning into a sword light, slashing towards the dry palm!

"This is... Ziyang Sword!"

The hoarse voice was full of shock.

The sword light fell, and the dry palm broke with a sound, and the terrifying suction force disappeared in an instant.

And the sword light continued to move, and it slashed on the blood shadow!

"Puff!"

The blood shadow trembled, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

The owner of the blood shadow was a thousand-year-old flying zombie, covered with corpse hair, with a hideous face, and nails as black as ink, half a foot long.

But at this moment, it was extremely embarrassed, and the breath was weak, obviously seriously injured.

"Damn it, True Lord Zi Yang, you actually left a backup plan on my flying sword!"

"I was not careful for a moment, and I was actually tricked!"

The Zi Yang sword pierced into his chest, piercing a hole as big as a bowl, and corpse gas continued to emerge from the hole.

This thousand-year-old flying zombie was severely injured in the battle with True Lord Zi Yang, and was sealed in a secret realm and fell into a deep sleep.

Just now he woke up, his strength was less than one percent of his prime, so he failed to block the attack of the Zi Yang sword.

"Not good, this seat's Qian Kun ring!"

The flying zombie's expression changed drastically, looking at the severed palm, it was indeed empty.