The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

"It turned out to be a low-grade artifact!"

Shegui was thinking about how to deal with this sudden sword, while he had already sensed the breath of that transparent long sword, his face finally changed slightly.

If some high-level immortal weapons, or semi-sacred weapons, did not pose a fatal threat to Shegui, he would no longer be able to ignore that sharp sword that reached the level of low-grade artifacts.

At this moment, Yugui couldn't help feeling that his opponent, a genius who came out of a large gate like the Lieyang Palace, could even possess a real low-grade artifact with the cultivation base of the semi-god realm.

Along with the resources, it has always been a particularly depressing place for casual cultivators like Zhan Lingyuan. They can only rely on their own hands to fight for what they want.

As for the geniuses of the big sects like Han Luoying and Li's tomb-ling, perhaps they don't need to do it themselves. Once they reach a certain level, someone will respectfully send them the treasures of heaven and earth, or the weapon of the gods.

It’s just that this time when he returned to luxury, he guessed it wrong. Li Muling was proud and arrogant. The transparent long sword of this low-grade artifact in his hand was for him to complete an extremely difficult task after nine deaths, and then he accepted the teacher with peace of mind Gifted.

Li Muling is different from the geniuses of Tao Zhihao and Xu Liangyi who Yun Xiao killed in the beginning. Everything he has is achieved by his own efforts.

Therefore, his path is farther and more solid than ordinary Lieyang Palace geniuses.

Saying that the time is too late, Li Muling didn't have so many thoughts in his mind. He knew that this was his only opportunity. Once he let this first-grade **** emperor's supernatural spirit react, it might be a failure.

The second sword that stood out really caught Shegui off guard, so he didn't have time to use any more methods, so he could only force his head to the left side.

Huh!

A flash of blood flickered, causing all the human cultivators to cheer, because they could sense that it was the blood splashing out of the extravagant neck.

The supernatural spirit powerhouse of the first-grade **** emperor returned home and was injured!

On the other hand, the foreign spiritual practitioners who returned to the tomb all felt a sinking heart, and at the same time their perception of humans had changed.

A human genius in the realm of a demigod, wouldn't he really kill the luxury of the first-grade **** emperor, right?

The most important part of foreign spirits is naturally their heart, that is, the spiritual crystals belonging to foreign spirits, but the head and throat are also extremely important after they are transformed into human form.

Generally speaking, as long as the foreign spirit has its head cut off, it will fall into chaos for a period of time and lose its consciousness for a period of time.

Even if the spirit crystals are not damaged, it will take time for them to restore their sanity. As long as the humans who defeated them, take a timely action within this time and control their spirit crystals, then these foreign spirits can only wait to die.

That ray of blood, all human beings and foreign spiritual practitioners can see clearly, what they didn't see clearly, just how serious was the injury this time, will it be fatal?

"Damn it, almost!"

When the cultivators of both the human and the foreign spirit were in their own minds, the appearance of Li Muling's face had become extremely gloomy, and he roared in his heart.

Because at this moment, only Li Muling, or another person who has returned from the extravagance, knew that the stunning sword of the Lieyang Temple genius just now wounded the supernatural powers of the First-Rank Divine Emperor, but it was far from reaching The degree of lethality.

Don't look at that at this moment, the transparent long sword of the lower-grade artifact on the left side of the extravagant neck marked a hideous blood trough, but for a first-grade **** emperor, it was just a skin trauma.

Compared to Li Muling who retreated after a miss, the feeling of returning home was naturally not very good.

Although he was not seriously injured, but the supernatural power of the first-rank **** emperor was actually injured by a human kid in the realm of a demigod. It seemed like a shameful shame.

After Mo Jiang blocked Jiang Yu just now, Shegui did not put any human cultivator in the field in his eyes, even the human genius from the Lieyang Hall of the Moon God Palace.

The cultivation base of the first-grade **** emperor is a gap in the sky. This can't be brought closer by only relying on the number of people, how can I know that this is the result now.

"Huh, can you escape?"

After eating such a big loss, the extravagant hostility finally rose up. Hearing a cold snort, Li Tomb Ling, who had just retreated ten feet away, changed his face.

boom!

A black mist suddenly appeared in front of Li Muling, waiting for any response from him, it hit his chest fiercely, making his face suddenly pale.

"Puff!"

How can Li Muling bear the angry blow of the first-class God Emperor?

Even though it was just a mist, it seemed to be of great weight, like a big hammer hitting Li Muling's body, smashing him directly into a mouthful of red blood.

"Grave age!"

Seeing that Han Luoying's heart was broken, she exclaimed in distress, but unexpectedly, there was a black mist in front of her, and it hit her chest fiercely.

Next, Han Luoying followed in Li Muling's footsteps. A pretty face became extremely pale, and a heart sank to the bottom. After all...Is it still unstoppable?

In just a few moves, the powerhouses of the four human demigods were defeated one after another. Among them, Li Muling and Han Luoying also suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and it was impossible to recover in a short time.

Mu Yin, who had just calmed down, had an extremely ugly face. His gaze turned to somewhere behind him, feeling that when there was still nothing moving, he felt helpless.

A cruel expression flashed across Ye Qingtian's face, and just as he wanted to fight to the death, an inaudible voice suddenly sounded in his soul.

At this moment, Ye Qingtian finally remembered that he had been planted by someone with soul restraint, and this voice that sounded in his soul was undoubtedly familiar to him.

"He's not dead?!"

This discovery made Ye Qingtian both surprised and delighted. Fortunately, he was also a person accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, his face was calm, but his figure was between a few sweeps, and he swept several miles toward the back. .

"Lao Ye, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Mu Yin couldn't help but screamed. She thought it was the old Ye who saw that the situation was wrong and wanted to escape alone. Wouldn't she be the wrong person?

"Hey, you humans really don't lack such people who are aware of current affairs!"

Seeing Ye Qingtian's actions, the opposite Shegui did not chase after him. The words in his mouth seemed to be praise, but in fact, they satirized the human being's greed and fear of death, which gave him a different sense of accomplishment.

"Little girl, let me see you too. In my hands, there won't be any pedantic acts of pitying and cherishing jade!"

She turned his gaze back to Mu Yin's body, with a sense of complacency. Hearing the words in his mouth fell, Mu Yin took a step forward and expressed his heart.

"Tsk tusk, that kid named Xingchen is really a beautiful blessing!"

Not only was he not angry at seeing Shegui, but he gave another compliment. It was just such a compliment, which was tantamount to a strong irony in the ears of many human cultivators.

"Jiang Yu, it seems that the situation on your human side is a bit bad!"

Mo Jiang, the supernatural spirit powerhouse who gradually suppressed Jiang Yu, was a bit dissatisfied with the extravagant return, but he was quite satisfied with the current situation and couldn't help but ridicule.

Hearing what Mo Jiang said, Jiang Yu's heart had sunk to the bottom. Why didn't he know that the situation on the human side was extremely dangerous, but he, who had only a first-grade **** emperor, would never be able to free his hands to save the stars.

Therefore, Jiang Yu could only watch the strong pulse radiating from Shegui, and he could defeat or kill Mu Yin with just one move. When the time comes, Xingchen will no longer have any protection.

At this moment, Jiang Yu's heart was really aggrieved. Originally, the star did such a great thing. For the war spirit primitive humans, it was a delightful thing. I didn't expect it to be such a result.

If all the human cultivators are now annihilated here, then the contributions made by the stars in this period of time will be canceled, and the human side of this area will also be greatly injured.

This great situation has evolved into such an unsolvable situation at this moment. It is conceivable how aggrieved in the hearts of the human practitioners like Jiang Yu.

And this is just because the opponent has an extra powerhouse of the first-rank **** emperor, and a strong person of the first-rank **** emperor has overwhelmed countless human high-rank immortal cultivators. This is the shock brought by strength.

All the human cultivators were staring at the black-clothed women over there. They all knew clearly that as long as this paper-sticky line of defense was broken, the star that made great achievements would die without a place to be buried.

"Mu Yin, let him come over, two supernatural spirit masters of the first-rank **** emperor, it's a good deal to exchange my half-dead life!"

However, in this extremely tense atmosphere, a voice that sounded extremely short of breath suddenly came from below, attracting everyone's eyes to that place.

From this look, no matter if it is the man's cultivator, or the foreign spirit powerhouse such as the tomb returned to the city, there is an incredible color on his face.

Because the speaker was the black-clothed young star who was bombarded by Mo Jiang just now.

I don't know when he got up from the ground, looking up at a woman in black in the sky.

All the human cultivators, when they saw the thin black figure, they felt happy at first, but they felt helpless. They secretly said a star at the end of the crossbow, do they still expect him to turn the tide?

No matter how many big things the stars have done, he is weak now, and everyone feels clearly. That is a badly injured person who can't even stand still. How can he overcome the enemy and win?