Evil Path to Longevity, Start with Moving Blood and Bones

In an instant.

Thousands of black shadows exploded inside Hu Biao's body, as if torn apart by an invisible force. His soul instantly shattered into countless fragments and dissipated into the void.

So far.

Hu Biao's matter finally came to an end for the time being.

However, although Hu Biao had already died, the other five people who came with him were now in extreme panic and tension.

They looked at each other with deep fear in their eyes.

Behind them, a seventh-level god-transformation monk was seen looking at Xu Cui standing in front with fear on his face, and said with a trembling voice:

"Manager Xu, this spiritual stone... I, I don't want it anymore. I will give you an extra ten thousand. Do you think this will work? Please let us go!"

His face was as pale as paper, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his body was trembling slightly involuntarily. Obviously, what happened before him made him feel unprecedented despair and helplessness.

For these spiritual stones, it would be okay to win, but the consequences of losing would be too tragic.

Under this situation, Xu Cui showed a very embarrassed look on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly turned his gaze to Li Jiuqing beside him.

At this time, Li Jiuqing could only be heard saying in an understatement and calm tone: "You don't need to worry, everything will be fine as usual."

However, although Li Jiuqing had made such a guarantee, it was obvious that this promise could not completely dispel the concerns of the remaining five people.

Faced with everyone's still suspicious and vigilant looks, Li Jiuqing narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, snorted coldly, and then spoke again:

"What? Is it possible that my personal promise in front of so many people is not enough to convince you?"

Although Li Jiuqing's words were calm, there was a hint of unquestionable majesty in them.

Hear this.

The five people standing behind also knew that they had no choice now.

But as Li Jiuqing said, the guarantee in front of so many people should not seem to be fake.

Only then did they relax a little. They exhaled a long breath in unison, and their originally tense bodies gradually relaxed.

However, Hu Biao's fate just now is still deeply imprinted in their minds, and it is difficult to erase it no matter what.

While everyone was talking.

The battle ahead for Yinquefang and Shangyuanfang has ended.

The winner is a sixth-level god-transformation monk from Shang Yuanfang. Although that person is only a sixth-level god-transformation monk, he is good at using soul attacks. If there is no special defensive secret technique, soul attack is a very difficult existence among many secret techniques. .

"Commander Luo, I accept the concession."

Over there, Lou Feng looked at Luo Xia with a smile on his face and said.

only.

Luo Xia, who was sitting there, showed no expression at all to Lou Feng's actions, as dull as a doll.

When Lou Feng saw that Luo Xia ignored him, he didn't ask for trouble and took the people back to where he was.

"The battle continues."

"Shang Yuanfang versus Heiliufang!"

The battle continues.

At this time, Li Jiuqing sent the jade-faced scholar.

On the other side of Shang Yuanfang was a seventh-level monk named Lin An.

I saw that he was tall and handsome, with bright eyes and a handsome face.

When he stepped onto the ring, the audience looked at him with envy and admiration.

In Shang Yuanfang, Lin An is known as a genius boy. Not only is he outstanding in talent, but he is also outstanding in strength. He has been with Lou Feng for a long time, and he is one of Lou Feng's capable men.

"Fellow Taoist, you are polite."

Lin An looked politely at the jade-faced scholar on Li Jiuqing's side.

"Xiaosheng, please order me."

The jade-faced scholar also responded very politely. Both of them looked like a Confucian scholar and a handsome young man, and both seemed to be talented.

But everyone is not stupid, and there are no good people who can stay here.

"Then, let's get started."

Lin An was the first to speak, and with a flash of inspiration in his right hand, a ghost-headed sickle appeared in his hand.

As soon as this spiritual weapon was released, bursts of ghostly cries were heard throughout the arena!

"Si!"

"This Lin An looks extraordinary and has a good temperament. How can he use this magical weapon? It's so... so unique!"

The people below the ring also said curiously after seeing this.

"It's rare to see something strange."

"Why do you care so much? Anyway, I'm the one beating him. As long as I can win, that's fine."

"Too."

Just as everyone was whispering and discussing, a cold light flashed across Lin An's eyes, and he instantly launched an offensive like a ghost.

The ghost-head sickle he held tightly in his hand suddenly swung up, causing a harsh whistling sound. In an instant, a sharp blue blade cut through the void, and struck Ru Lingyi in the face with a thunderous force.

However, in the face of this menacing blow, Ru Lingyi remained calm and didn't even move his feet.

It's too late, it's fast.

I saw a mysterious volume emitting dazzling golden light, as if it had been given life. At the critical moment, it quickly unfolded around your body, forming an indestructible golden barrier.

There was only a loud "buzz" sound, and Lin An's astonishingly powerful orchid sword light hit the golden light barrier hard, and the spiritual light exploded for a moment.

The light was shining, Lin An's attack was very strong, but he was still unable to break through this layer of defense that seemed weak but was actually extremely strong.

Then, Ru Lingyi slowly raised his right hand and muttered: "I say, there is a method in all schools, called... chariot dismemberment!"

As his voice fell, the golden scroll that was originally quietly suspended in the air suddenly began to tremble violently.

At the same time, a powerful energy wave surged out of Ru Lingyi's body and continuously injected into the golden scroll.

In the blink of an eye, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

Five huge carriages with simple shapes and magnificent momentum condensed out of thin air inside the golden scroll.

These carriages were shining with dazzling golden light, as if they were magic weapons from ancient times.

"Boom boom boom..."

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the five carriages jumped out of the scroll like wild horses, and rushed straight towards Lin An with a terrifying power that could destroy the world.

Wherever he passed, the ground cracked, smoke and dust rolled, and there were bursts of sharp explosions.

"Confucian magic!"

Lin An stepped back and looked at the situation in front of him and said coldly, then sneered.

"Just right, let's see if the blade in my hand can cut off your Confucian magic!!"

"Ghost Evil Eight Desolations!!"

Lin An's divine power burst out all over his body, and poured it madly into the spiritual weapon in his hand. Then he held the ghost head handle with both hands, and then swung it violently, and all his strength burst out instantly.