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Chapter 208 Eighteen Underworld Gods

Miyamoto stopped affectionately suddenly, and the horror in his eyes gradually became stronger.

I saw that the giant blade, after being slashed by an unknown number of saber lights, not only did not completely collapse, but gradually turned into a ball of black light.

The giant blade disappeared, replaced by a mass of black light, pure and pure, darker than the night, full of primitive and pure aura.

Dong Xiaoshi's primordial spirit is within this black light. Just now, Miyamoto's affectionate attack was fierce and swift. In a split second, he did not know how many knives were hit by the giant blade he incarnated. With such a swift attack, he had nothing to do for a while. Resist, so can only be beaten passively.

But after being stabbed dozens of times, the dark energy contained in the soul blade exploded violently, and a large amount of dark energy rushed out, wrapping the soul blade firmly in it. After that, no matter how fierce the knife light was, once He hit the black light, but was resisted by the black light.

Unexpectedly, the dark energy has such an effect. Dong Xiaoshi was ecstatic. He clearly felt that the power of the soul blade in this black light increased again. He even had a feeling that he could kill Baba in front of him with just one blade San people.

This idea made him want to try it out. Driven by his thoughts, a large group of black light with a radius of more than ten feet slowly pushed towards Miyamoto Duoqing. The soul blade was hidden in it, and the angle was slowly adjusted. Dong Xiaoshi had already made up his mind , as long as the time permits, attack immediately, without mercy.

He didn't attack immediately, because he had already seen that the dwarf on the opposite side was extremely sharp. If he shot a little slower, he might not be able to kill the opponent. A chance to strike a second blade.

But although he hadn't made a move yet, a killing intent was firmly locked on to Miyamoto Duoqing. Under the induction of Qi, Miyamoto Duoqing on the opposite side immediately gave a warning sign. A sense of extreme unease.

"How could it be? This Xia Guozhu is just a monk who has just entered the out-of-body stage, and even the control of the soul is extremely slow, so how can it pose a threat to me? By the way, it must be the opponent's magic weapon. , there must be some kind of magic weapon in the other party's body, which is why it resisted the invasion of my saber light. This ball of black light is purely not a product of this world, and there is probably a lot of articles in it. Great improvement in skill?"

Miyamoto thought of this passionately, and had already made up his mind that he must keep this Xia Guozhu here today, not only to completely annihilate his primordial spirit, but also to capture the treasure hidden in the other party's primordial spirit, so that he can only be worthy of him Miyamoto's sentimental heart suddenly became hot when he thought of the possibility of hidden treasures in the opponent's primordial spirit.

Miyamoto suddenly raised his hand, swished a few times, and suddenly eighteen heads appeared in the sky. Once these eighteen heads appeared in the sky, their stature suddenly swelled up, almost in the blink of an eye. When they reached the size of Castanopsis, they laughed wildly one by one, and flames spewed out of their mouths at the same time.

On the eighteen heads, the facial features are as normal as a stranger, but there is no torso, and I don't know what secret method Miyamoto used to make the eighteen heads that lost their bodies continue to survive.

Once these eighteen heads appeared, they flew all over the sky, encircling Dong Xiaoshi in the blink of an eye. Although the eighteen heads had no torso, they were connected to each other by an invisible air mechanism. A huge moment of coercion acted on Dong Xiaoshi's body.

Dong Xiaoshi's giant soul blade was still slowly adjusting its angle, looking for an opportunity to kill Miyamoto in one blow, but he didn't expect that the other party would use eighteen heads before him, trapping him in the trap for a while. In the middle.

"Haha, the eighteen gods of the underworld that I practiced with the Netherworld Wangqing Dafa have never fought together, Xia Guozhu, you died today at the hands of these eighteen underworld gods, it is a worthwhile life, accept it obediently!" Die!"

Seeing that the eighteen heads had completely surrounded the black light transformed by Dong Xiaoshi, and the other party couldn't escape, Miyamoto couldn't help laughing, after thinking about it, he said bitterly: "Xia Guozhu, I will kill your Yuan in a while." After being devoured and refined by the gods, I must find your body and refine your head to become my body protector, and you will be tortured by me for eternity."

Dong Xiaoshi could hear clearly what Miyamoto said, and he could also see clearly with his delusion-shattering eyes. He saw Miyamoto's short body hiding in the black mist. The black mist didn't look like a mortal thing, it was able to block the consciousness, and even his delusion-breaking eyesight was greatly hindered in this black mist.

But Dong Xiaoshi still saw him after all, and saw Miyamoto's sentimental and disgusting face. He was full of hatred at this time, but he became calmer instead. The enemy has half a gap to take advantage of.

Eighteen heads suddenly opened their mouths together and spewed wildly, and wisps of white air spewed out from those wide mouths suddenly. Once these white air came into contact with the dark energy, a slight crackling sound was immediately heard. The sound, in an instant, actually formed a thick layer of ice on the black light evolved by Dong Xiaoshi.

None of these eighteen heads had a body, and they were all severed at the neck. However, after they were sacrificed by Miyamoto Duoqing with the Nether Wangqing Dafa, their necks seemed to be connected to the Nether Hell. When you come to the world, you want to freeze everything and turn the world into a ghost hell.

Dong Xiaoshi was caught off guard for a while, and he fell into the enemy's way. He couldn't help but feel very anxious. You must know that the most important thing in battle is to take the initiative. If the opportunity is missed, he will be restrained at every step in the future, and he will always be passive and beaten. status.

This is also Dong Xiaoshi's first confrontation with such a master. At this moment, he doesn't have any profound Taoism. The soul blade evolved from the four layers.

In an instant, Dong Xiaoshi thought over all the Taoism he knew so far, and suddenly missed the Blood River Pearl. In the Blood River Pearl, not only his relatives and friends, but also the Blood Sword Li Tu, when he had them , I don't think I cherish them, but once they are gone, I suddenly realize that I can't live without them for a while.

But at this time, all Dong Xiaoshi can use is the spell of Dark Nightfall and the ultimate move of Soul Blade. The black light formed has the same effect, but using this trick again will not have much effect.

Then, the only thing left is the soul blade that can seriously injure the enemy. In an instant, Dong Xiaoshi made up his mind. The soul of the other party may turn the tables, but at this moment, this Basang man is also very high-level, I am afraid that he has already firmly combined the soul and the soul, whether this move can kill the opponent is still unknown .

In the short moment that Dong Xiaoshi was thinking about, the black light was still completely frozen into a huge ice cube. Although the essence of the dark energy was not inferior to the Nether cold energy, it was even one or two levels higher than the Nether cold air, but Dong Xiaoshi It's still young for Xiaoshi to practice this technique, so naturally he can't compare with Miyamoto Duoqing who has practiced the Nether Wangqing Dafa for countless years.

In an instant, Dong Xiaoshi and the black light around his body were frozen into a huge ice cube, and as the cold air gushed out from the mouths of the eighteen heads, the ice layer of this ice cube became thicker and thicker, and the cold air gradually Infiltrating into the black light is actually trying to completely freeze Dong Xiaoshi from the outside in.

Dong Xiaoshi felt the bursts of icy cold, and even though he was far away from each other, he already felt the coldness and numbness of the Yuanshen, and the movement of his consciousness was quite blocked. It's extremely powerful, and you must not let the other party's cold air touch your soul.

But he suffers from the fact that his current soul is trapped in the ice, and the coldness of the nether world is very harmful to his soul, so he dare not touch it, what should he do?

Dong Xiaoshi thought hard, and suddenly thought of something. On that day, after he refined the goat demon flute into an incarnation outside his body, he could command it from a distance. Within a range of tens of miles, he could use his spiritual sense to remotely control it. It's like turning your arms and fingers, and your current body is the body of a true god from An Wutian. Does your current body have the ability to teleport over short distances like a flute?

He is in a predicament right now. Once he thinks of this, it is like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. At the moment, without even thinking about it, his mind has already called frantically, "Come to me quickly, I will body of."

As soon as this idea was sent out, Dong Xiaoshi suddenly saw his body, which was still inside the Taohong Porcelain Company, and in the corner of the wall. It is difficult for people to see any difference between this shadow and ordinary shadows.

This shadow was originally quiet and there was no movement at all, but after Dong Xiaoshi called out, somehow, it suddenly disappeared from that corner of the wall, and when it reappeared, it came to Dong Xiaoshi's side, but there was still a faint shadow. The shadow, before Dong Xiaoshi decided to restore his body, did not show his body.

And Miyamoto was stepping up to cast spells at this moment. Under his urging, the eighteen heads opened their mouths, violently exhaling the cold air, which was like the raging waves of the sea, and Dong Xiaoshi's primordial spirit was firmly frozen in the blink of an eye. It became a big ice cube, no matter how Dong Xiaoshi's soul struggled, it was difficult to escape from the frozen situation of the ice cube.

(End of this chapter)