Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 135 Backhand Suppression
In fact, in terms of real strength, Jiang Xiaoliu, with millions of foundation-building soldiers, also needs to temporarily avoid the edge, but the trapped army formation, the terrain is narrow, and the army cannot effectively form a siege. Zhao Xuanji also understands the disadvantages, so he arranged a large formation to condense the evil spirit of the army. He killed Jiang Xiaoliu, but he didn't expect Jiang Xiaoliu's Qingdi supernatural power to grab the vitality of all things. Even a ghost cultivator is another life form. In addition, his cultivation base is too low to resist the supernatural power to swallow life. Under the circumstances, the true strength of the army of millions could not be fully utilized, so that they were defeated and lost.

"Okay, Zhao Xuanji, you really are a waste, no wonder you haven't been promoted for more than 2000 years, Ming Jin retreats."

A middle-aged man in a dark green armor was followed by dozens of powerful ghost cultivators. Next to the middle-aged man was an acquaintance, Lao Huang, the guardian of the eldest son of the Mo family.

"No wonder that trash Mo Wuxin was able to die in your hands. He really has some skills, but I also want to thank you. If it weren't for you, the next head of the Mo family would definitely be that guy."

The middle-aged man at the head laughed loudly: "I forgot to introduce, my name is Mo Wudao, I am Mo Wuxin's elder brother, in charge of the Mohist army. These years, I have fought against the nether world and suppressed the eight wildernesses, so not many people know me, thanks to you Sha Mo Wuxin, the family urgently summoned me back, and allowed me to compete for the position of Patriarch and heir, but the condition is to capture you back."

"Jinxu, I advise you to live in peace, don't resist, maybe I can plant a Mohist slave mark on you, and I will use you forever. ,You choose."

Jiang Xiaoliu's tactic remained unchanged, and he still used his powerful spiritual consciousness to manipulate the wind, fire, and hurricane to burn the evil dragon. He said disdainfully: "You Mo family are really capable of giving birth. If you kill one and come again, how many brothers and sisters do you have? Why don't you come together?" , let me kill it completely, so as to save trouble."

"Bold, little boy, now that you are in great trouble, you still dare to utter wild words, young master, please allow me to kill this son, and make meritorious deeds."

It was Lao Huang who spoke, his face was full of viciousness, his cultivation level rose instead of retreating, he actually broke through the middle stage of transforming gods, and there was a faint thunderstorm among the waves of breath, and his momentum was frightening.

Mo Wudao chuckled: "Alright, if you fail again, you can end it yourself. I am too lazy to kill you, a useless old dog."

Lao Huang didn't mind at all, and quickly nodded and bowed, saying yes, the dignified transformation of the gods is so powerful, it is almost no one who has been reduced to this level.

"Jinxu, I can't imagine it. It was a blessing in disguise. The old man's cultivation base has been improved again, and he has been bestowed with great treasures by the young master Mo Wudao. This time you will definitely die. Let me see who can save you."

Lao Huang grasped it with his big hand, and there was a blood-red precious knife in his hand. When he waved it lightly, the blade cut the air with a hissing sound, and the black stone ground, which was as hard as steel, silently formed deep lines. The sharpness of the knife can be seen from the cracks in the bottom.

"The Dark Blood Mysterious Female Sword, go down beyond the speed of sound, let me see how you dodge it?"

The old yellow man combined his knives together, and slashed down towards Jiang Xiaoliu obliquely. Immediately, a surge of blood filled the air and turned into a bloodthirsty monster. He also held a huge blood knife in his hand, but he beheaded him. down.

Lao Huang's sword slashes the body, the sword's energy spans three hundred miles, and it seems to cut a hole in the sky. The meaning of the sword contains an insane bloodthirsty and violent meaning, which can suppress the enemy's will and disturb the enemy's consciousness. The enemy cannot take timely and effective precautions; while the demonic appearance behind Lao Huang, this knife goes straight to Jiang Xiaoliu's soul, without any harm to the body, silent, but powerful, the body hair and skin can't feel it Seeing the slightest bit of saber energy, but his spiritual consciousness will be overwhelmed by the bloody saber consciousness, destroying the purple mansion, becoming a killing machine without self-awareness, only knowing to obey the orders of the blood knife master.

"Wooden tires transform into shapes, plants and trees become essences, and attunement to the vitality of all things!"

The spells in Jiang Xiaoliu's hands changed crazily, and the mysterious spells in his mouth resounded throughout the world, and the nine-way Yimu wind and fire hurricane that roasted the evil dragon swelled again, and the countless huge ghost essences on the evil dragon were quickly plundered, growing stronger and stronger. Hurricane, it seems that it will be completely refined in a short time.

At the same time, a soaring force of life suddenly erupted from under Jiang Xiaoliu's feet. The Black Mountain City was originally full of life, but suddenly the ground shook, and countless tenacious little green shoots burst out of the ground. It is the god of a huge ancient tree that protects the Dharma.

These ancient trees are indestructible, and there is a clanging sound when walking, like steel and iron bones, turning into a torrent of green steel to meet the three hundred miles of blood-colored saber energy.

The bloody saber aura is extremely sharp, but it splashed countless sparks and debris in the army of ancient trees, but it couldn't cut through the torso of the ancient tree at once. It seems that the bloody saber aura is not very good.

"Three thousand vibrations, bloody invincible!"

Old Huang was not surprised, he slashed out again, this knife didn't slash out the knife energy, but went up together, and slashed on a huge ancient tree in the front, the ancient tree roared, and the thick branches were about to When it fell, Lao Huang's blade suddenly vibrated rapidly, and the trunk of the indestructible ancient tree exploded and shot in all directions.

Lao Huang laughed loudly, his body transformed into a height of hundreds of feet, the blood knife in his hand was like a mountain, and he swung it with incomparable agility, each knife vibrated millions of times in an instant, towering ancient trees were cut Scattered into pieces, the army of ancient trees suffered heavy casualties in an instant, unable to resist Lao Huang's step.

At this time, the huge demon magician also rushed into Jiang Xiaoliu's sea of ​​consciousness with a bloody knife in his hand. He laughed strangely, and it seemed that he didn't expect that this person's sea of ​​consciousness had no defense at all, and he could attack and kill him so easily When he came in, he tightened his bloody knife in his hand, intending to disturb the wind and rain, kill all directions, and completely destroy Jiang Xiaoliu's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Huh? What is this?"

The demon's face was the same as that of Huang's, and he was stunned at the moment, the bloody knife in his hand could no longer cut, and he was dumbfounded at the strange sea of ​​consciousness in front of him.

The sea of ​​consciousness in front of me is not chaotic at all, and it is as clear and blue as the sky. On the high nine days hangs a blazing and masculine blue sun, and there is an ancient god sitting in it. It was Jiang Xiaoliu.

But the sky around the big sun is covered with countless cyan stars, exuding a strong force of good fortune, which contains a huge amount of life essence, and from time to time there are tiny lightning bolts, all of which are thunder good fortune Rain and dew?

"Where's the Purple Mansion? Where's the Divine Consciousness? Where's the Sea of ​​Consciousness?"

The demon Lao Huang is completely confused. He has lived for thousands of years and has never seen such a strange sea of ​​consciousness. Even a ghost cultivator has a sea of ​​consciousness, but the sea of ​​consciousness is no longer a purple mansion city, but a ghost core. Concentrate soul power and turn it into a magic weapon controlled by mind power.

What the hell is the blue sun in this thousand-mile starry sky?

"Old Huang, you, an old dog who betrayed the Lord and begged for glory, dared to invade my sea of ​​consciousness. This is just right, the sheep will enter the tiger's mouth, let's see how I will refine you in a thunderous day."

Sitting in the sun, Jiang Xiaoliu was dressed in an imperial robe, his eyes were infinitely bright, and his whole body exuded the domineering arrogance of an emperor looking down on the world. With one hand, a big blue hand surrounded by countless thunder flames moved towards the top of the demon Lao Huang's head. Captured it.

"No matter how weird you are, it's hard to be my blood demon sword soul, cut!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across the demon Laohuang's face, and he burst out with a powerful soul breath, holding a blood knife in his hand and slashing down against the big hand.

The thunder in the big hand erupted, and the saber energy was silenced in one fell swoop, and then it was not slow, bit by bit, slowly pressing down, allowing Lao Huang to create thousands of saber auras without moving, seeing the palm getting closer and closer , the demon Lao Huang was anxious, raised the blood knife in his hand and threw it at Lei Ting's big hand, and then turned into a bloody light and fled outside.

"Did you escape?"

Thunder's big hand was about to annihilate the blood knife and suppress the demon Lao Huang. Unexpectedly, the blood knife suddenly expanded rapidly, turning into a blood-colored bubble hundreds of meters away, in which amazing energy fluctuations rolled and hit the big hand fiercely.

"Boom!"

The sea of ​​consciousness oscillated, the blood-red energy collided with the big hand of Thunder, and a huge energy shock wave erupted. Even Lao Huang, who was running away, was hit by the shock wave. A successful smile.

Although this method of self-exploding the blood knife Yuanling embryo will greatly lose the spirituality of the blood knife, so that the birth of the spirit will be postponed indefinitely, but it can also cause irreversible damage to the perpetrator of the monk.

The first is the violent energy impact, which can destroy the Violet Mansion of the Sea of ​​Consciousness of an ordinary monk, turn it into a paste, and turn it into a walking corpse.

Secondly, the embryo of the Blood Knife Yuanling is extremely yin and evil, polluting the sea of ​​consciousness, and it cannot be cured by such leisurely treasures and miraculous medicines. It can only be slowly eroded, and will eventually turn into Huang's puppet.

But what he never expected was that the moment he was about to step out of Jiang Xiaoliu's sea of ​​knowledge, suddenly a thunder shook above his head, and a blue thunder wrapped him tightly in front of his eyes, and the next moment the coercion from the soul shocked him down , instantly lost consciousness.

At this moment in Heishan City, Lao Huang is holding the blood knife body and killing all directions, rampaging in the army of ancient trees, but his face flashes a strange smile. The Yuanling embryo rushed into Jiang Xiaoliu's sea of ​​consciousness. Even if he had any hole cards in his sea of ​​consciousness, he could detonate the blood knife Yuanling embryo, destroy his sea of ​​consciousness, and pollute his soul.

"puff!"

Just when Lao Huang was complacently planning everything, suddenly the Sea of ​​Consciousness was in severe pain, a mouthful of black inverse blood spurted out unstoppably, the blood knife in his hand was dimmed, Lao Huang's eyes were also dim, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse .

"Hmph, jumping beam clown, death is not a pity!"

With a change in Jiang Xiaoliu's tactic, thousands of branches from the remnant ancient tree army inserted into Lao Huang's body. With the clear and audible sound of swallowing saliva, Lao Huang's huge body was crazily shaken by thousands of branches. Grabbing the essence in the body, within a few breaths, Lao Huang disappeared and was turned into a mummy by Jiang Xiaoliu.

(End of this chapter)