Facing the two thousand great monsters, the dozens of Nascent Soul monks present seemed even smaller.

The chances of victory are getting smaller and smaller.

And spiritual treasures are the last chance of the human race.

The prince with a desperate face was pushed to the front, the power of the spiritual treasure surged on Long Xiao's body, and his body began to change, his neck stretched, forming a cannon state.

Before the fire broke out, Long Xiao turned around and looked at his father.

His mouth was no longer human form, but he made an angry word.

"In the next life... I won't be a member of the Long family!"

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The light of the sky shone brightly in the depths of Tongtian Island. The power of the Dragon God Cannon killed hundreds of monsters in one fell swoop. A huge ditch appeared on the island, like a crack, and all the mountains in the ditches were blasted open.

The power of the spiritual treasure was so shocked that the group of dragon lice did not move. However, the dragon lice that disappeared in the artillery fire did not even have the corpse left, and it was completely wiped out into ashes.

However, the dragon lice were too fierce. They were stunned and immediately roared and continued to rush forward.

Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!

There were three more cannons, deafening. A total of more than 500 giant dragon lice were killed in ashes, while Prince Long Xiao was already covered in white hair and was dying. It was time to die.

At most, five cannons will exhaust their lifespan, and the prince of the Long family has fired four cannons.

"I'll do it! Heavenly fire, burn it for me!"

Fan Dao's shout came from the Immortal Burning Furnace, and in an instant, flames rose sharply, and flames burst into the sky were lit under the Tower of Tongtian.

The flames from the Immortal Burning Furnace were extremely terrifying, and the monster could not escape. After a moment, it could burn to burn, and a loud squeak in the sea of ​​fire.

The scales of the dragon lice were burnt, the flesh and blood were burnt, and the remaining skeletons were engulfed by flames.

Fan Dao's full control was burned to death by more than 300 dragon lice, and more of them escaped from the sea of ​​fire in a panic and were severely injured.

Nearly half of the two thousand great monsters were wiped out in a short period of time, which shows the horror of the power of the spiritual treasure.

Although the spiritual treasure is amazing, the cost is even more terrible.

Long Xiao was dying, and Fan Dao was even drained of his spiritual power, and even his soul was damaged, becoming depressed, swallowing the spiritual pills one by one, with dull eyes.

Forced control of the spiritual treasure with the power of the Nascent Soul has already had a serious backlash. Neither Long Xiao nor Fan Dao have actually reached the level of being able to control the spiritual treasure.

There are more than a thousand monsters left, and the scene is still steep.

clang!

The long sword left his body and a cold light shone out.

"Qianyun Sword Formation, get up!"

With the shout, Changsheng urged to draw out the sword formation.

The long sword soared into the sky, transformed into a thousand, and the rain fell. The sword lights were like lightning, and any hitting the dragon lice could explode it.

The power of the sword formation is terrifying, especially the sword formation cast with spiritual treasures.

The Sword of Eternal Life has been activated to produce real power, the sword formation roars continuously, and the sword light continues. After a cup of tea, nearly a thousand dragon lice died under the sword.

"This is the real power of the spiritual treasure. The flawless Nascent Soul in the late peak stage is the closest to the power of transforming God."

The emperor sighed and said that the price required by their Dragon Family to use the Dragon God Cannon is a hundred years of life, but it is easy for them to use the Spirit Treasure Realm in a vivid way.

Once, Chang Sheng killed the big monster close to him, and Chang Sheng's all-out move made everyone ignite hope again.

So everyone took action and killed the remaining dragon lice.

After collecting the sword, Chang Sheng staggered and hurriedly sat cross-legged and took a lot of spiritual pills.

Although it is the late-stage flawless Nascent Soul, the use of the sword formation this time consumes Chang Sheng's full strength, and this full strength involves the power of the soul, and it cannot be recovered in a moment.

The battlefield has temporarily quieted down, and the Yin Yue above her head is still covered with a layer of black light.

"How many dragon lice are there..."

Fan Dao finally calmed down, sat down next to Chang Sheng and whispered: "If it really doesn't work, let's run away. There are thousands of big monsters, no one can stop them."

Chang Sheng ignored him and stared at the sky.

A buzzing sound appeared, and a black shadow came from the sky.

"Qiu Baisui, how many poison pills do you have?" Chang Sheng shouted.

"There are less than 200 pills that can poison the monster. High-level poison pills are not that easy to refine. I have done nothing else in the past ten years, and I have actually refine the pills." Qiu Baisui's voice came from a distance.

"Use pills first, how many poisons are." After Chang Sheng said that, he threw the hundred poison pills he had prepared before into the sky.

Qiu Baisui also threw out the only remaining poison pill, and the two of them used more than 300 pills.

The poison pill has just been arranged, and the group of dragon lice has arrived. Fortunately, the number is not large this time, with only more than 400 heads. These dragon lice found the spirit pill before they landed, so they scrambled to swallow it.

During the fight, more than a dozen dragon lice were directly bitten to death by their companions.

After landing, most of the four hundred dragon lice were immediately poisoned, and more than three hundred fell directly. The remaining few dozen were killed by Long Wuye and others.

"There are fewer this time, and it's best that the next beast tide will be like this. We still have some hope."

Before the uncle Long Zhetian finished talking to himself, his face changed.

Another piece of dragon lice is coming, and the number is amazing.

"More than three thousand heads... I will not be able to die in my human race!" Mu Cheng sighed to the sky, ready to die.

The dragon lice that attacked this time were all at the level of a great monster, and the number was more than 3,000. Even if you fight to the death, you may not be able to stop this beast tide.

Long Wuye looked determined and was about to use the Dragon God Cannon, but he heard Chang Sheng's cry coming.

"I'll come this time."

When he talks, he often gives birth to a slap in the sky. The Nascent Soul leaves his body. The small and flawless Nascent Soul steps on a small cauldron. The small cauldron rotates slowly, and the cauldron is engraved with Yin and Yang Tai Chi.

The Yin-Yang Cauldron was sacrificed by Chang Sheng for the first time.

When the Yin-Yang Cauldron appeared, everyone was shocked.

"Lingbao Yin and Yang Cauldron!"

"The inheritance of Han Jun was originally in Changsheng!"

"The Sword of Eternity, Yin and Yang Cauldron, do you actually have two spiritual treasures?" Fan Dao looked at him jealously and said, "Why don't you tell me one? You're so stingy. Let's talk about brothers in the future, you won't have a tacit understanding at all..."

After the appearance of the spiritual treasure, there was no power. Changsheng used the Nascent Soul to control the spiritual treasure and began to collect the spiritual pill.

As the mysterious energy of Yin and Yang opened, the alchemy tripod turned backwards, and poisonous pills flew out, hundreds of thousands, and became a place for spiritual pills to gather in the air.

At this time, three thousand giant demon dragon lice had already rushed down and began to compete for the spiritual pills in the air.

As the spirit pill continued to fly out, dragon lice were poisoned and corpses fell down like hail.

Although there are many poison pills, the appearance of each high-level poison pill will make the Nascent Soul that is often born will be depressed. With the removal of nearly three thousand high-level poison pills, the flawless Nascent Soul becomes shaky.

Poisoning the big monster is not without a price, and the elixir in the Yin-Yang Cauldron will not be taken as endless.

After killing three thousand dragon lice with poison, Changsheng's body suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Yuanying returns, and the Yin-Yang Cauldron re-exits into the soul.

Chang Sheng opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with fatigue, and blood was still left at the corner of his mouth.

Everyone knew he had tried his best.

He killed more than 4,000 monsters with his own strength, and his performance is comparable to that of a powerful god-turned-age man.

However, the catastrophe has not ended.
Chapter completed!