Divine beast system, cultivating divine beasts can become stronger

"Impossible, this is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Zi Jing covered her head and yelled like a hysterical lunatic.

In the past, he was rampant and insane, but now his eyes are full of fear, and the hysterical yelling is just to cover up the fear in his heart.

Ye Gongzi, a ruthless man in the devil's way.

Back then, at Xingxiejiao, Zijing once provoked Mr. Ye with ignorance, but was defeated by Mr. Ye with three moves.

Ye Gongzi destroyed the foundation of Zijing, making Zijing unable to advance to the body for a long time.

Ye Gongzi smashed Zi Jing's head and wounded Zi Jing's soul, making Zi Jing completely unable to control his emotions, and could only relieve it by laughing wildly.

Ye Gongzi shattered Zi Jing's self-confidence, making Zi Jing dare not set foot on the Xingxie corner for the rest of his life.

In Zi Jing's heart, Young Master Ye is his nightmare.

It was a nightmare that woke him up countless times.

Even after so many years, when he saw the Nether Blood Sea Fan, he recognized it immediately.

Correct!

That's right!

This is the Nether Blood Sea Fan.

This is a real ghost blood sea fan.

"Why is this thing in your hands! What's the relationship between you and that guy!" Zi Jing broke down and yelled vigorously.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhi also felt baffled.

Why did he have such a big reaction to this fan?

Forget it, never mind, let's find a way to kill him first.

Xiao Zhi opened the Nether Blood Sea Fan, and a strong and choking bloody breath was released.

Faced with this aura, Zi Jing was so frightened that she curled up, hugged her head, and howled continuously.

Xiao Zhi waved the Nether Blood Sea Fan, and in an instant, the sea of ​​blood was surging, and countless blood waters fell from the sky, condensing into a big river, rushing down with an aura of destruction.

Zi Jing had long lost her ability to resist, facing this menacing attack, she didn't even know how to resist.

From the time Xiao Zhi took out the Nether Blood Sea Fan, Zi Jing had already lost the will to fight.

In a sea of ​​blood, Zi Jing was hit by Xiao Zhi.

But even so, he still didn't move, didn't dodge, didn't resist, just hugged his head and kept muttering.

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, just let me go, Mr. Ye..."

Being able to make a madman like Zijing become like this, one can imagine how terrifying Master Ye is, leaving such a strong psychological shadow on Zijing.

While you are sick it kills you.

Seeing that Zi Jing was afraid of becoming like this, Xiao Zhi took this opportunity to kill Zi Jing.

Nether blood sea fan.

With one fan out, a sea of ​​blood gushes out.

Two fans out, the waves gallop.

Three fans out, frightening the soul.

Four fans out, no life.

Xiao Zhi was not stingy with spiritual power, and vowed to completely obliterate Zi Jing.

And Zi Jing still held her head, not knowing how to resist.

The immortal cultivators watching around were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

"Why doesn't Madman Zijing resist?"

"Could it be that even the madman Zijing can't beat him?"

"If this continues, the madman Zijing will definitely die."

"Could it be that only the Venerable can defeat Xiao Zhi?"

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The immortal cultivators talked non-stop, Canghe Sanren also flushed with anxiety.

"Zi Jing, quickly use your movement to dodge, move quickly." Cang He Sanren shouted.

Fujilong stretched out his hand, patted Canghe Sanren on the shoulder, and said, "The Purple Mirror Nightmare has already happened, and I can't fight any more. Canghe, go and hide behind, I'm going to attack."

After all, Fujilong opened his eyes suddenly.

Ten thousand feet of white light pierced the sky, and everything that the pupils touched turned into a transparent color.

"Devil, stop!" Tenglong raised his hand and pointed, the sword in his arms flew out of the scabbard, and went straight to Xiao Zhi's face.

It was too late to say it, but it was too fast, the speed of this sword made Xiao Zhi unable to react at all, and the hand holding the Nether Blood Sea Fan was directly cut off by this sword.

"Hmph!" Tenglong retracted his sword and stood proudly, his white pupils were dazzling, like two suns.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding people all exclaimed.

"White pupil vine dragon! He actually used his white pupil!"

"Such a fierce method, it is indeed the No. 1 Nascent Soul in the Righteous Dao League!"

"If he takes action, Xiao Zhi will die."

"Today's trip was worthwhile, and I was able to see Zijing and Fujilong attack at the same time."

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As soon as Fujilong shot, Yadao couldn't sit still immediately, and immediately rushed to the sky, stepping on the empty air, and rushed towards Fujilong.

When Yadao was less than ten meters away from Fujilong, Fujilong held the sword and threw out blossoming sword flowers, colliding with Yadao's sharp claws continuously.

Yadao attacked violently with its own instinct.

Fujilong's white pupils flickered, and he calmly responded to every attack by Yatao.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Zhi recalled the lost magic knife and ghost blood sea fan, and quietly approached Zijing, raising the magic knife at Zijing who had no resistance.

"Hmph, under my white pupils, I know all your flaws, and none of your intentions can escape my eyes." Fujilong snorted coldly, swung his sword flying, and turned his head to stab Xiao Zhi. .

Facing such an extremely swift and fierce enemy, Xiao Zhi had a headache.

"Try this thing." Xiao Zhi said, touched his wrist, and took out a scroll from the storage bracelet.

With the scroll in hand, Fujilong's eyes suddenly hurt.

"There is an abnormality!" Fujilong was about to close his move when he saw Xiao Zhi open the scroll.

The scroll unfolded, and in the middle of the canvas was a psychedelic deep black vortex.

In Fujiryu's eyes, the vortex was turning, as if it was going to devour his soul, and his consciousness became more and more blurred as the vortex turned.

He has been completely controlled by the vortex, unable to pull out his own consciousness.

At this time, in the eyes of outsiders, Fujiryu's body was pulled into a rope by the vortex in the painting, and was sucked into the painting bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, Fujilong disappeared, Xiao Zhi closed the scroll, as if nothing had happened.

This scene stunned everyone.

"What happened!"

"Why did the white-eyed vine dragon suddenly disappear?"

"What trick did Xiao Zhi use?"

"What kind of treasure is that painting!"

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Canghe Sanren hid behind the crowd, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Both Zijing and Fujilong have lost, how did he become so strong? I can't stay here anymore, I have to find my sister quickly and let my sister deal with him." Canghe Sanren muttered, preparing to slip away quietly .

Yadao's eyes were sharp, and he immediately discovered the intention of Canghe Sanren, it immediately caught up with Canghe Sanren, and fought with Canghe Sanren.

Xiao Zhi stood in front of Zijing, looking down at Zijing.

But Zijing still showed no resistance.

The magic knife was raised high, and the cold magic energy fell on Zi Jing's forehead like the kiss of death.

At this time, in a psychedelic world, Fujilong was rampaging like a headless chicken.

He's stuck here.

Can't get out.

He could clearly feel that his strength was weakening bit by bit.