Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

The outside of the village is desolate, and the village is overgrown with weeds.

The grass is colorful and lush, and the blind, lame, deaf, and elderly people with broken arms sit around a dry well with their eyes closed and silently sitting there.

Dense iron chains encircled the dark black well, and the iron chains were covered with tadpole-like scripts, covered with moss and green plants.

Smoke billows from the thatched hut in the distance, and the blind girl Loli, who is dressed in rough clothes but can hardly hide her beauty, is cooking on the stove with a firewood that does not match her small body.

Unkempt, with severed limbs, the old beggar lies on the thatched roof and basks in the sun.

"Om-"

A domineering gun intent came from afar.

The old man with the broken arm suddenly opened his eyes, the turbidity disappeared, and he shot two beams of light.

He couldn't believe it at first, wondering if he felt wrong.

"This……"

"How can there be such a gun way in the world?"

Then he stared at the distance, the direction of the grotto where Luo Fanchen was.

As the aura of the gun path became clearer,

The body of the broken-armed old man trembled, and he stood up abruptly, his mind was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down.

"This!"

"This is impossible!!"

The abnormal reaction of the broken-armed old man attracted the attention of the other disabled old men, who opened their eyes one after another.

The crippled blind man scolded: "It's scary, what are you crying like ghosts and wolves all of a sudden?"

The cripple smashed his mouth and shook his head: "It's almost buried in the ground and I can't keep the focus. I'm more calm if I learn from the old man."

"You know what a fart!!"

The old man with a broken arm cursed, "You can't perceive it without a martial soul, can you?"

"Everything in this world is known to the martial arts of the spear, and the old man knows everything about it, but the breath of the spear in the distance is superior to all the spears and soldiers, and its personality is unheard of."

The cripple rolled his eyes: "You mean, suddenly a supreme martial soul that surpasses all martial souls was born and awakened?"

"Pull it down, don't brag, you treat the top ten sects as persimmons?"

The old man with the broken arm had no intention of arguing with him, and stared into the distance with ecstasy,

Like a pilgrimage, trembling beard and hair: "This... Who is this breath coming from!"

"It's amazing!!"

"There seems to be something wrong."

Intentionally sink your mind and feel,

Da Can and the other old men all showed strange expressions of surprise.

Before he could speak, an ear-piercing buzz sounded.

The chains that wrapped around the Mohei dry well rattled, and all the moss on it was shaken open and turned into powder, and the tadpole script on it shone brightly.

"not good!"

"How could he be alarmed?"

The disabled old people's pupils suddenly constricted, except for the lame old ones, they all stood up.

"boom!"

A red light shot up into the sky from the well, and strange ink-colored juice flowed out.

Abnormal penetration.

The small village under the blue sky and white sun suddenly became dark and shrouded in red light.

The old beggar who was leisurely basking in the sun opened his eyes in shock, and the blind girl's delicate face was full of worry.

"upbraid!!"

In the dark hollows of the old blind man's eyes, two special mysterious runes flashed, and two beams of rainbow light shot out, hitting the trembling chains of Mojing.

The deaf old man with both ears, the old man with a broken arm had a pair of empty arms, and the lame man's empty legs all had special runes manifested, and they all flew out and hit the chain.

A total of eight rainbow lights suppress all directions.

The dark and evil ink gushed out like a tide, and the blood-red beam of light contained a terrifying evil spirit. The whole ink well shook violently, as if a peerless monster was about to escape.

The faces of the four disabled elders were solemn, their clothes were wet with sweat, and the pressure swept over them like waves.

When the spear intent disappeared, the restlessness in the well stopped abruptly, all the red light and ink retreated like a tide, the darkness receded, and the village returned to a bright and clear sky, as if nothing had happened.

"It's been peaceful for so many years, how could it be like this all of a sudden!"

The disabled blind man said in surprise, "Is it really caused by the aura of the gun path you mentioned?"

The broken-armed old man felt lingering in his heart, and cursed: "I told you that the aura of the gun path is very special, you still don't believe it."

The blind man and the other handicapped old men were stunned speechless.

Can attract his attention, how can the martial soul be simple?What is the origin.

The eyes of the broken-armed old man were fiery, and he said very seriously: "This kind of spear martial soul is born, if it inherits my unique skills, how strong it will be."

The cripple struck and said: "You're thinking of farting, but if you can emit such a breath, you must have already achieved success in cultivation."

"Accept apprentices?"

The blind man shook his head in distaste, because the other party had provoked Mojing, "Bah! I think this aura is too strong, maybe it's a demon heretic, it doesn't look like a good bird, we dare to accept it for nothing."

The old man with a broken arm was itching so hard that he couldn't sit still: "No, this old man must leave the village to find out what's going on. The three of you stay here."

The blind man shook his head: "No, this well has just finished making noise, and it hasn't stopped yet."

"I can't control that much anymore, the old man will go back quickly."

The old man with a broken arm couldn't keep his composure, so he cursed hastily: "If the old man can't find the source of this spear breath, he won't be able to close his eyes even if he dies."

"You have a descendant, and I haven't found anything yet!"

After finishing speaking, the old man with the broken arm soared into the sky and left in a hurry.

A group of disabled old people who were stunned by his anxious appearance were left behind.

The old beggar's dim eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself: "Then Luo boy planned to enter the lair of the harem of the Canglong dog thief before, so there will be no accidents."

"The old man's Canglong Nine Styles cannot be lost. Why didn't he beg me? Once he begged me, shouldn't we teach it?"

The big disabled ears moved slightly, turned his head and cursed: "Shut your crow's mouth."

In the grotto in the mountain stream, gravel is everywhere, smoke and dust are surging, and a large hole is opened above.

The sunlight fell vertically, illuminating the entire grotto.

Luo Fanchen's black lotus shield was unscathed, and his gaze was completely attracted by the fetish in front of him.

The nine-inch green lotus rhizome extended and changed in the black light, turning into a pitch-black and cold spear billowing with evil spirit.

The whole body of the gun barrel is pitch black, and it seems that there are special patterns of black dragons, demon gods, and four fierce beasts roaming on it, exuding a domineering, brutal and murderous aura, like an abyss like a prison.

The tip of the gun is perfectly streamlined, showing the ultimate aesthetics of violent weapons. A little bright red blood flows from the tip of the gun, which is extremely bright. I don’t know what kind of blood of demons, gods and beasts it is infected with, and it will not dissipate for thousands of years.

Those who are unsteady, staring at this spear, will feel overthrown and shattered.

Above the ninety-nine sky, dark clouds gather, thunder roars, and it seems that the punishment of heaven is about to come.

"Om!!"

The pitch-black spear vibrated, and the horrific and terrifying aura was restrained.

The precious light lingers and shows its sharpness.

An Fen hovered in front of Luo Fanchen, waiting for his master to take control.

"Good gun!"

"What a killer shot."

Under Luo Fanchen's gaze, he couldn't help being fascinated;

The mind is stirring, the spirit is radiant, and the chest is lingering, full of joy.

With the world's number one beast martial spirit, the battle is certainly violent and comfortable.

But seeing Jian Jiujue and the others wield their weapons freely, I couldn't help feeling a little envious in my heart.

Don't envy anyone now,

because of him……

That one has the best.

Luo Fanchen stretched out his big hand, holding the gun body, and the spear roared like a black dragon in an instant.

The sense of blood connection is extremely clear.

He doesn't know any secret marksmanship techniques, he only knows how to sweep obliquely with a spear with one arm.

"boom!"

A bloody arc burst out from the tip of the spear, and the Shishi mountain was split into two in an instant.

It collapsed obliquely and crashed to the ground.

"Fuck?"

Luo Fanchen himself was frightened and out of breath,

The power of one blow directly drained his massive reserve of limit-breaking soul power far surpassing his peers.

But the power is equally astonishing, a shot splits the mountain, and the horror is to the extreme.

While recovering his soul power, he looked down at the extremely cold spear in his hand.

"Qinglian's fourth form, Jiuxiao—"

"God-killing spear!"

The broken-armed old man soared in the air, afraid that it would be one o'clock in the evening, so he hurried over...