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Chapter seven hundred and twenty seventh critical

The man in Jiucai robe slowly raised his hand, and a huge breath burst out. The surrounding space seemed to be unable to bear his gaze at all, and it began to burst and collapse in a large area.

What is around here is not a space crack, but a space loophole, just like a large hole was dug out of the ice surface, and the surrounding ice surface was sinking down along the hole, and the space completely turned into a pure black void area.

At the same time, tens of thousands of tiny cracks in space spread out in all directions, and there were spider webs densely spread around, making the young man in nine-color robe look like a big spider sitting in the middle of a giant spider web.

The handsome young man was too powerful, and the invincible space crack was completely vulnerable in front of him. As soon as he met, he would be crushed by his arms, and even the nine-color robe on his body could not be torn apart.

The young man in nine-color robe was incredibly strong. He just raised his hand slightly and the power exceeded the ability of the surrounding space.

With a gentle move towards the six people of Kusha, a terrifying suction swept out. The six people of Kusha and others all rose from the ground one after another. Whether in the Dan Killing Stage or the Nascent Soul Stage, they were all like little chickens, unable to resist at all. Apart from the terrified scream, they could not do his thing.

Halfway through the flight, the six monks of the Tribulation Spirit Sect, together with the Golden Pill and the Nascent Soul, were blown away into blood mist, and the blood mist seemed to be constantly purified. When they arrived in front of the young man in Jiucai's robe, there were only faint clouds shining with red light.

At the same time, Sheng Gongbao's body was flying over, but he was not injured at all. In the cracks in the space, his robes were not damaged at all.

With a light pat, the blood-colored cloud-like object extracted from the body of the monks of the Ku Ling Sect was penetrated into Sheng Gongbao's body, and Sheng Gongbao's breath quickly surged. However, in just five or six breaths, it reached the level of the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

The young man in Jiucai robe actually used the flesh and blood power of the Kuling Sect monk to help Shenggong Bao forcibly improve his realm and reach the Nascent Soul stage. This is simply incredible. The cultivation of a monk can be so simple!

The young man in Jiucai nodded with satisfaction, then slowly turned his head, looked in a direction behind him, and grinned, "Since Junior Brother Han has found this side, why don't he show up!"

A blue figure emerged from the concealment, and even without looking at the monk in Jiucai's robe, it turned into a light of light. With a "swoosh", it rushed left and right, avoiding the cracks in the space, and shot towards the direction of the Tianxin Palace.

The young man in Jiucai's robe was surprised to see Han Ming avoiding the invisible crack in the space, but he smiled and said, "Why did Junior Brother Han leave so early? Don't you stay and chat with the senior brother? Didn't you say that you were injured before? Senior Brother will help you heal your wounds!" After saying that, the young man in Jiucai's robe grabbed Han Ming gently.

Another terrifying suction force appeared around him, covering Han Ming, and he was about to suck Han Ming into blood mist like those monks of the Ku Ling Sect.

Covered by the suction force, Han Ming suddenly felt like he was stabbed by thousands of fine needles, and the pain was stinging. At the same time, a stream of blood and energy sprayed out from his body, and Luohu could not withstand the suction force.

If this continues, without breathing two or three times, Han Ming will burst out like the group of people before.

At this time, under the huge suction force, Yiling's slut was also destroyed. Han Ming revealed Luohu's prototype, with four arms and python tails. Han Ming clenched his fists together and shouted softly: "Molting gold." His black scales turned red and gold in an instant.

The molten gold body was activated, and Han Ming's physical strength instantly increased to another level. At the same time, the demonic energy of the protective body of the Lingling was also stretched out, blocking most of the suction force, preventing Han Ming from being torn into blood mist.

"Pure-blooded Luohu is the descendant of the witch!" The young man in Jiucai robe saw Han Ming's true body, and his face became even more strange, but then he sneered: "So what, when I return from the talisman of Reincarnation, I will give you a sacrifice flag first, so as to repay the 'god' given by the witch. With your blood power, the foundation laid by the samsara body will naturally be more solid!"

After saying that, the young man in Jiucai's robe raised his hand slightly and slapped Han Ming with a sudden palm. A Jiucai giant palm, which was about a hundred feet long, formed in the air and caught Han Ming.

The power of this giant palm also exceeds the limit that the surrounding space can withstand. Regardless of the space cracks along the way, they will push them across. The space cracks blocking the road will be completely crushed and collapsed into void.

However, while slapped this palm, the spiritual power around him gathered independently, compressed before the giant palm, and pushed forward with the blocking giant palm. At the same time, an unknown aura spread out, condensing a silver chain, with special runes flying on it, tied to the nine-color giant palm.

I don’t know what the silver chain was, but it seemed to be something that conforms to the rules of the Great Dao. It quickly abraded the power of the nine-color giant palm. It exploded more than 90% of the giant palm, leaving only about ten feet in size.

However, after shrinking to about ten feet, the silver chain disappeared out of thin air.

"Demon Spirit Shield!" Yiling transformed into a black monster prototype and shouted loudly. The demonic energy in his body surged wildly, condensing a large black shield covered with scales, blocking it and Han Ming.

The black shield is very pure in its entirety, as if it is mixed with the original essence of the antelope. A giant black goat on it raised its two big horns, and the fierce aura exploded from the inside out.

It is obvious that the ruins of the Jiucai Youth were blocking the ruins of the 9-colored youth, and the elixir fought hard.

This is an important moment of life and death in a moment. Han Ming did not dare to neglect it, and no matter what serious consequences would be caused by force, his whole body of mental power sinks into the thunder-devouring spirit in his dantian.

"The Thunder of the Sky!" Han Ming raised his hand, and the scales on his body opened and closed at the same time. Black lightning bolts rushed out from the gaps in the scales, covering him.

At this time, Han Ming was like a black demon god, the king of thunder and lightning, and the king of some kind of space power. The surrounding space cracks disappeared independently.

The next moment, the nine-colored giant palm, which had shrunk to about ten feet, slapped on the demon spirit shield of Yiling. In an instant, the nine-colored light and black demonic energy flashed at the same time, and there were more cracks in the surrounding space, extending in pieces.

The Demon Spirit Shield rose and shrank, and he tried his best to resist, but after all, he was an opponent. After only half of his breath, he exploded into a ball of demonic energy. However, he successfully consumed more than half of the Jiucai Giant Palm, only five or six feet in size.

At the critical moment, Yiling looked at Han Ming and finally chose to believe Han Ming. He grabbed Han Ming's arm, turned into a black light, and ran into the dense cracks in the space ahead.

"I want to leave, but there is no door!" The young man in Jiucai's robe looked expressionless, and the Jiucai giant palm, which was only five or six feet away, suddenly increased, and chased behind the Lingling and snatched it down.

Yiling naturally felt the giant palm behind him. He gritted his teeth and muttered the words "Demon Slash!" in his mouth. The two goat horns on his head fled away independently, turning into two black daggers, slashing at the giant palms interlaced.

With a "Peng!", the two goats' horns blocked the nine-colored giant palms, and the light flashed for a while, and it was annihilated at the same time.

The powerful impact force caused by goat horns and the nine-colored giant palms was on Yiling and Han Ming, and they directly lifted the escaped man and demons and crashed into the cracks in the space ahead. They wanted to chat with more like-minded people "{?$artic1e_tit1e?}", follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, find a friend~

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