The Secret of the Seal

The first thousand and eighty-one chapters!

Seeing the big tortoise's big mouth is about to be swallowed by the splendor. Suddenly, the purple light on the splendid body, a green-green sword with only the length of the baby's arm, suddenly shot from the long sleeve of the splendid embroidery, bring up A purple-skinned sword, the thorn is on the dragon turtle.

The dragon turtle's defense is a metamorphosis, but the attack power of the green short sword is equally astounding. After the light flashed, the dragon turtle's body splashed a foot of long blood, and the whole short sword was deeply penetrated into the dragon turtle's body.

From the beginning to the present, the attack power of Yu Jinxiu and others is limited, and it is impossible to completely break the dragon turtle's defense. However, this also makes the dragon turtle care a lot, otherwise it will not eat such a big loss.

The tortoise eats pain, screaming and going backwards, taking advantage of this opportunity, dancing in Jinxiu's two palms, more than 180 pieces of Lingjing, with his palm, as if it were electric, they were nailed into different positions. . With the formation of the Great Spirit, the aura in the sky was spurred and spontaneously gathered toward the place where the splendid stands. [

This gathering of giants under the Jinxiu cloth is slightly different from that of Qin Dong. The power is also inferior, but the effect is equally outstanding. When Jinxiu nailed the last piece of the highest quality Lingjing into the □□, the gathering of the spirits was completed. The aura that is free between the heavens and the earth, following some sort of heaven and earth, is swarming here, and the effort in the blink of an eye raises the aura of the entire cluster of the spirits by dozens of times.

"Master! We can't support it!" Yu Jinxiu just laid a large array and heard the screams from Shen Yan.

Even if the twelve gods hunted and wanted to block a collapsed mountain, it would not be an easy task. To support it, Shen Yan’s willpower is already amazing.

In the eyes of Jinxiu, the situation on the other side of the day is slightly better. After all, Wu Xiu, a six-level monk, is not as big as the general.

In the shape of a body, in the Jinxiu backhand, a massacre of the palm of the hand, the spirit of the majestic spirits passed through the sky, borrowing the word '引引', the gravel that collapsed like a flood will be unloaded, and Shen Yan and other twelve gods will be removed. Hunting and getting rid of it.

"Fast into the big spirits!" Yu Jinxiu sighed at Shen Yan and turned and rushed to the side of the sun.

Shen Yan was almost exhausted at this time, and she couldn’t even listen to it when she heard the words. She turned and took the twelve gods and rushed into the gathering of the spirits, desperately absorbing the aura of the heavens and the earth, making up for her own damage. Jing Yuan.

"Wu Xiu, A Yao, do you still support the living?" Yu Jinxiu took over and shook the collapsed mountain peak, Zhang mouth asked.

Although the repair of the Japanese glory is higher than that of Shen Yan, it is so unbearable. However, I understood the meaning of the words in Jinxiu, and nodded, saying, "It’s okay!"

Yu Jinxu applauded and nodded, and looked at Wu Xiu. Although Wu Xiu's breath is a bit rough, but the look is still the same spirit, not as tired as the Japanese Yao, it shows that it is indeed a higher realm than the Japanese.

"For the blessings of the predecessors, the younger generation is fine." Wu Xiuqian said.

"That's good! Let Shen Yan adjust their interest first, and we will work together to resist the dragon turtle."

"Everything but listen to the predecessors!"

It is rare that Wu Xiu's cultivation is outstanding, and he is so humble. He is very fond of Jinxiu, and his eyes are unrecognizable and show appreciation.