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An unstoppable anger was added to the face of the ancestor of the Wraith. A pair of blood-colored eyes suddenly turned out, passed through the void, and hung high above the heads of Xiao Yan.

These blood-colored eyes have a captivating magical power. Although hanging in the air, they seem to pierce the bodies of people, deter people's souls, and are creepy.

Only Xiao Yan's soul strength was strong enough, and the deterrence was not as serious as others. He turned coldly, showing a mocking smile, against the **** eyes.

Scarlet eyes were provoked, his eyes suddenly gloomy, and he became blood-sucking crazy. The powerful soul deterrence caused Xiao Yan to twitch slightly.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, and secretly operated the blood spirit decision, feeling a great deal of pressure.

"Ha ha ha ha, young man, so powerful soul power, a wide range of soul fighting skills. If it swallows your soul power, it will be of great benefit to me!"

The hoarse voice of the ancestral ancestor sounded in everyone's ears.

The words "a great range of soul fighting skills" fell into Xiao Yan's ears. Xiao Yan could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. This sentence was equivalent to acknowledging Xiao Yan's "Huangquan Heavenly Wrath" power.

In other words, the ancestor of the Wraith will not be stupid enough to continue to consume too much soul power to summon countless skeletons! And this is exactly what Xiao Yan wants.

Xiao Yan's heart was a joy, but his pale face did not dare to show the slightest expression, because at this time Xiao Yan's soul power had already been overdrawn, the soul image was torn into countless pieces, spliced ​​and torn again Crack, then splicing and tearing .....

Fighting spirits can be restored with elixir, but the power of the soul is not. It can only be recovered slowly over time.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, restrained the almost uncontrollable sigh, and his footsteps felt light, but under the support of the sky-fire ancient ruler, he did not dare, and did not show a slight abnormality.

"Huh! A bunch of waste!"

Suddenly, the ancestors of the Wraiths roared, a green light trembled in the dense army of skeletons in the endless desert, and countless resentment spirits issued a low hissing voice of surrender.

The ancestral ancestor squinted and squinted, the green light in the skulls of numerous skulls was immediately pulled away from the skeleton, and flew towards the ancestor of the lingering spirit.

The skeletal bones of the lost Wraiths are tangible and indifferent, standing still in place, no longer threatening Xiao Yan and others.

Everyone was relieved, all relieved, their toes were soft, and they almost didn't plant their bodies.

Xiao Yan has been struggling to persist, not letting himself show a trace of fatigue, betting on the jealousy of the ancestral ancestor to his soul power.

Obviously, Xiao Yan was right.

This matter is very dangerous. If the ancestor of the Wraith is a little patient, and wait for even a little more time, everyone's ending may be rewritten! Thinking of this, Xiao Yan's back could not help but send a cold chill.

"Don't be too happy! Try another eighteen blood spirit formation I made with grudges!"

The corners of the Wraith Ancestor's mouth suddenly stirred up.

I saw, with the gathering of fighting spirit and grieving spirits, eighteen **** flags appeared on the throne of the bones, and the flags rose into the sky, standing under the sky like pillars.

The ancestral ancestor in the center of the Bone Throne quickly made coherent fingerprints, instilling the spirit of vigor and soul into the array.

"In this battle, there is no living person, before, and afterwards, it must be the same!"

The words of the Wraith's ancestors were loud, with crazy confidence.

Xiao Yan had not breathed a few rough breaths before, and the slightly relaxed nerves tightened again.

In the distance, with the ancestor of the Wraith as the center, the eighteen scarlet flagpoles have reached thousands of feet, and the flags fluttered, shaking a cloud, completely covering the world.

At this moment, the sky is no longer the original sky, nor is the earth before.

The crowd stood on the spot without moving, but they felt as if they were in a tumbling banner. There was only a blood-red piece in the sky and the ground, such as the towering blood waves boiling, the **** smell that swept up, accompanied by the overwhelming redness and richness, scattered. Not open, disgusting.

Xiao Yanning looked at it, the blood flag turned out to be a coagulation of countless grieving spirits, swallowing each other, tearing each other, wanting to choose others and devouring, terrible.

Everyone dare not act lightly, but can only tightly form a circle, be alert to the movements around them, and be ready to resist possible situations.

"At the cost of sacrificing the sacrifice of spirits, summon the blood of the earth to achieve the ultimate blood spirit array! You can enjoy this array, your honor! Hahaha."

The unscrupulous voice of the lingering spirit's ancestors flew near and far, and could not be traced.

"This weird and grieving skyrocketing, we have to deal with it carefully."

The golden shield had been on for a long time, shrouding everyone, and the impulsive howling battle, staring at the illusory figure of the center's wicked ancestor suddenly, his brows frowned, his face calm and calm.

The crowd looked at the rushing blood spirits, and there was no shock from the words of the grieving ancestors, waiting quietly for the coming decisive battle.

At this time, there were a lot of resentment spirits flying in the layers of blood beside everyone. The eighteen shots became only faintly visible. It seemed that they could be obtained by taking a step forward, but it seemed out of reach. It was strange. Xiao Yan's eyebrows frowned.

"The first flag moves, the blood knife sacrifice to heaven!"

The wrath of the ancestral ancestors came from the blood spirit array. Immediately, I saw the blood flag waving, countless resentment spirits transformed into a huge knife, and split from the sky, a sharp blade of light illuminated Xiao Yanji. A person's cheeks, like an electric mang in the sky, are instantly cut.

The sword was fierce, almost like a meteor, and the blast that caused it disrupted everyone's long hair, but it could not disturb their rock-solid heart.

"Huang Quan is angry!"

Xiao Yan flicked his hands slowly and forcefully, resisting the sense of weakness brought about by the dryness of the sea, and launched an attack.

A giant giant stepped out again, spurring the Huangquan River, and rolled towards the giant knife.

Xiao Yan sighed in his heart, although there were no skeletons like the sea, but in exchange for countless grieving spirits, I really do not know if it should be said to be happy, or should be said to be worried.

"Uh!"

Unexpectedly, everyone uttered a miserable exclaim.

However, in the blink of an eye, the "Huangquan Heavenly Wrath", which had not gone unnoticed just now, greeted the giant knife, but it was like falling leaves in the water accidentally. After only ripples at the starting point, the afterimage disappeared in the void, and everything was calm again.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind came, the knife fell faster and the wind became fiercer.

"Why, why exactly?"

Everyone was puzzled. Just now, the Skeleton Army still dealt with the "Yellow Spring Sky Wrath" as if the autumn winds were sweeping away the leaves. Why is there no power at all in the face of resentment? Not only is it powerless, but it seems to be vulnerable?

Between the shocks, the sword is approaching.

"I come!"

The screaming war suddenly moved forward, and one step forward in the void, Jinguang quickly contracted, and turned into layers of armor covering the hard fists. The heavy punches exploded, and they collided with the giant sword fiercely.

"Oh!"

With a heavy muffled sound, time and light faded.

Xiao Zhan retreated for seven steps, and the armour of his arm made a "creak" sound along a knife mark, spreading and spreading, chipping and breaking into pieces and annihilating in the air.

At the same time, the Bloodknife also slowly disintegrated, and turned into a spirit of resentment and melted into the **** array.

"Hahahaha, this is just the beginning!"

The mad roar of the lingering ancestors again, mixed with a proud contempt.

"Damn! You ... have the ability to single out!"

Howling furiously roared, the sound of anger was deafening.

"Young man, although your soul is powerful enough, it is still wishful thinking to break through the resentment that has covered my blood for many years!" The ancestor of the resentful spirit turned a deaf ear to Xiao Xiao's provocation and spoke madly to Xiao Yan "You just obey it!"

"It's arrogant enough." Zhen Ni couldn't help but interjected, and her hair brushed her messy hair, revealing her beautiful face.

She turned her head and looked anxiously at Xiao Yan, who was pale and pale, and read his anxiety, but she had no other choice but anxiety.

Feeling Zhen Ni's gaze, Xiao Yan slightly raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a reluctant smile.

"The power of the soul is useless, so how do you break this blood spirit array?"

Looking at the whimpering wrinkles, Xiao Yan fell into deep thought.

"The second flag moves, the blood gun comes out of the hole!"

Without any respite, the second move of the ancestral ancestor has arrived.

The eighteen blood-colored flags rolled up violently like a flood, and the eighteen blood lances quickly changed their position like a thunderous lightning, flickering, appearing in a ghost, and passing through layers of blood mist to stab at everyone.

At the same time, hiding in the sky's blood, the screams of countless grieving spirits suddenly sounded, disturbing everyone's minds.

The blood flag waved and the gun tip danced, such as the snake letter of a poisonous snake, flashing a sharp light, flexible and fast enough to make people confused.

"call!"

The whistling sounded suddenly, Xiao Yan hadn't responded yet, the **** gunpoint had pierced his clothes, and was approaching his chest.

"Be careful!"

Le Shaolong and Ziying are ready for a long time. At the same time as the blood gun is staggering, the blade of the soldier has been sheathed, the figure has disappeared, and it flashed in front of Xiao Yan, leaving only two residual images in place.

The solid figure and sharp blade of the sword just blocked the offensive action of the spear, and then followed the trend.

"Oh!"

The eighteen blood-colored spears are like eighteen enraged dragons, savagely attacking Le Shaolong and Ziying, one blow is fiercer than the other, and one is more shocking than the other.

Leaving huge beads of sweat on the foreheads of Le Shaolong and Ziying, their faces became distorted and pale, and the hands clenching the blades were covered with blue tendons, and there was a fierce collision between their teeth.

They will soon be unable to hold on.

The crowd hurriedly showed their blades, forming a dazzling series of handprints, ready to support.

At this moment, "嘭!" The blood-mist-filled sky suddenly exploded. The two tried their best to explode a powerful fight. The last blood gun passed, the heat surged away, and died quickly. .

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