Become a Fairy

The evil soldiers formed by a series of corpses slashed on the light curtain of the pagoda, the light curtain trembled non-stop, and became thinner under the attack, but soon, the Demon Suppressing Tower flickered again, and the light curtain was extremely fast again. has been supplemented.

In a blink of an eye, it was back to normal. Then it got thicker and thicker, forming a thick barrier, and suppressed it head-on towards Di Kun.

"Roar!" Under the Demon Suppressing Tower, Di Kun raised the barrier with one hand. Santiaowei wanted to strike at Lu Xiaotian. Unexpectedly, the barrier formed by the Buddha's light curtain suddenly fell to the ground, forming a round shield, blocking all three tails of Di Kun inside.

It's just that it's not easy for the Light of the Buddha to seal Dikun airtight. Dikun's three tails are comparable to psychic artifacts, they are constantly whipping on them, and the mask keeps trembling, while the Demon-Suppressing Tower has a strong origin, the year of the silver-leaf paulownia for refining the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the method of sacrificial refining are exactly the same. It was made by Lu Xiaotian. Being ripened by Lu Xiaotian to the limit that this world can achieve.

And the power of the Demon Suppressing Tower is not as simple as the only suppression.

Lu Xiaotian's face was stern, and a large amount of Vatican spiritual fire poured into the light curtain of the Buddha, wrapping Di Kun's entire body.

Di Kun's complexion suddenly changed. The seven demon-suppressing towers have accumulated too much Vatican spirit fire. It is the silver-blue corpse fire in its body. Even though the power is not inferior to this Vatican spiritual fire, the quantity is not enough. a cut. Far worse than the raging sea of ​​fire in front of me. It is even more unimaginable for Di Kun that the Vatican Spirit Fire and the Zhenyao Pagoda can fit together so perfectly.

What made Di Kun even more afraid was the fire crow owned by Lu Xiaotian. As early as the first time he saw Lu Xiaotian in the battle, if it wasn't for that damned black bird, Lu Xiaotian would have died under his silver-blue corpse fire. Where will there be today.

That black bird is not very capable, but the ability to swallow fire has made Di Kun dare not use his own silver-blue corpse fire, otherwise once it is swallowed clean, he still does not know if he wants to refine it again To what year and what month.

Ever since his memory was awakened by the dragon and lion in the Giant Stone Clan, Di Kun completely remembered the past. I thought that with his aptitude, after breaking through to the tenth level, he got the secret technique inherited from the dragon and lion, and meeting Lu Xiaotian again would definitely give him a good look, but he didn't expect that he would be so aggrieved when he really did it. The incomparably miraculous escape technique was resolved by the opponent with a sea of ​​fire, and Lu Xiaotian's fire escape method was not weak at all.

Finally set up a game, broke the opponent's sword formation, wanted to approach with lightning speed, and defeated Lu Xiaotian in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaotian sacrificed another set of psychic magic tools, and the power is not inferior to that sharp sword formation.

"No, if you don't use the silver-blue corpse fire, the recovery speed of the silver corpse power in your body will be far behind the weakening of the armor's defense. If you really wait, the situation will only become more and more unfavorable. Even if the opponent summons the little fire crow , there is no other way." After weighing for a while, Di Kun quickly made up his mind.

Opening its mouth wide, countless ice-blue flames spewed out, which was its natal silver-blue corpse fire. Compared with the moment when Lu Xiaotian was almost burned to ashes, the silver-blue corpse fire in front of him was undoubtedly countless times stronger, and even formed a defensive circle for a while, pushing the Vatican spirit fire out of Di Kun's body for several feet.

One blue and one blue have the same potential as fire and water.

"Did you learn this skill from Longshi?" Lu Xiaotian's face was calm, two small blue and white flames broke away from the sea of ​​flames, and approached Di Kun one by one. After pondering for so long, Lu Xiaotian finally found a way to use the Vatican Spirit Fire. First, he suppressed the enemy with the suppression power of the seventh-level stupa. Inside the demon tower.

Suppress the enemy with the seven-level pagoda, and then burn and kill the opponent with the Vatican spirit fire. If the Vatican Spirit Fire fails, use the Vatican True Fire. In this way, the problem of the slow speed of Fanluo's real fire can be solved relatively perfectly.

The Vatican spirit fire and Di Kun's silver-blue corpse fire were in a stalemate, but the two Vatican real fires were unrestrained, breaking directly into the silver-blue corpse fire.

Once the silver-blue corpse fire came into contact with the real fire of Vatican, it melted quickly, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

"This is!" Di Kun's crystal red eyes suddenly widened. Its silver-blue corpse fire is already an extremely powerful spirit fire, but once the blue-white spirit fire sacrificed by Lu Xiaotian appeared, facing its silver-blue corpse fire The fire is like destroying the dead.

A little panic appeared on Di Kun's face, and he tried to struggle out, but was suppressed by the seventh-level Buddha, and the arms supporting the power of the seventh-level Buddha were extremely thick, showing that Di Kun had exhausted all his strength, but the Demon Suppressing Tower The spiritual light released was printed one by one with the ten thousand characters of Buddhism and Daoism, and the barriers remained unchanged.

But the real fire of Vatican was getting closer and closer, and Di Kun, who couldn't move away, could only watch the real fire of Vatican touch himself.

A shrill and painful cry came from Di Kun's throat. Although it was separated by the dragon and lion battle armor, the destructive power of Vatican's true fire had already spread to him.

In the eyes of Di Kun in the past, the dragon and lion battle armor that could not be easily destroyed by monks of the same level or demon cultivators at this time was so vulnerable that it was burnt through at a speed visible to the naked eye. According to the current progress, it would only take a few days. In just one breath, even the dragon and lion armor can't defend against it, and my physical body is probably even more unable to resist. exist

A trace of hesitation flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but soon, it was replaced by a stern killing intent. The Di Kun in front of him was no longer the spirit beast he had fought side by side with in the past, but a formidable enemy who wanted to make himself a mortal enemy. Moreover, the other party has obtained the inheritance of the dragon and lion, not to mention his strong strength, but more importantly, Di Kun's potential is too great.

Although he was about to be suppressed by himself in front of him, Di Kun's strength was already on par with most monsters of the eleventh rank, and even surpassed, with his miraculous escapism, sharp silver-blue corpse fire, and tyrannical The physical body, and even the means of cutting off the magic weapon and the enemy, are all extremely powerful, the fault must be restrained by himself, and it is really not Di Kun's opponent to change someone.

Di Kun's strength is not terrible to Lu Xiaotian right now, but what is really scary is Di Kun's potential, Lu Xiaotian dare not underestimate him, the other party is not only extremely talented, but also has inheritance. Lu Xiaotian is now in his heyday, so he can naturally suppress Di Kun, but once he is injured, or encounters Di Kun after fighting with other enemies, the situation in front of him is likely to be reversed.

"You shouldn't fight with me." Lu Xiaotian took a breath and made up his mind. The two Vatican spirit fires did not stagnate, and directly spread to Di Kun's body from the small hole burned through by the dragon and lion armor.

"Wow——" Di Kun cried out in pain, and his body trembled. Under the influence, his strength was naturally reduced, but the seventh-level pagoda above his head did not mean to ease it in the slightest.