Chapter 110
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There are different ways of communication in the Daxia sect, such as the sun and moon sect's big sun in the sky, while the haicuo sect's summoning order is to collect the blood of a special kind of fish and beast in the giant god sea. The black and blue patterns can stay in the air for a long time.
Generally speaking, there are two functions of clan summoning, one is calling for help and the other is calling for help.
However, it is a double-edged sword, because it is not necessarily the same door who hears the news, but also the enemy who comes first, especially when they are still foolishly waiting in the same place after being summoned.
The dense forest on the floating island is constantly shaking, and several figures are jumping in the forest. The speed is very fast. In the blink of an eye, the target is the direction of communication.
A moment later, the two haicuo sect disciples outside the valley felt the breath approaching and just wanted to greet them. However, out of the dense forest, there were two huge and ferocious wolves, as well as the barbaric alien race straddling on them!
The wolf pours down, bloodthirsty in scarlet eyes and cold light from sharp teeth!
Hai CuO's disciples changed their faces and formed a simple formation with their swords out of the scabbard. The spirit of the Tao behind them appeared. There began to be water mist rising around them. In the mist, two fish shaped strange animals leaped.
Magic power. Fish strike!
The water mist continued to sweep towards the wolf, and the fish shaped monster shadow hit the wolf and drove it back. However, there was no alien on the wolf.
All of a sudden, the water mist was torn apart from above. The two werewolves jumped down, burning white flames all over their bodies. They stretched out their claws and grasped the heart of the disciples of the haicuo sect.
The white flame and water mist collide with each other. The water mist breaks as soon as it touches, and the claws continue to move forward. The two haicuozong disciples retreat and retreat again and again. But don't forget that the most elite wolf cavalry in the desert of the sun empire will never fight alone, because they sit down and have giant wolves with similar hearts!
The giant wolf, who was driven back by the supernatural powers, did not know when he had already appeared on the way of the hind legs of the disciples of the haicuo sect. He opened his mouth and spat out two huge wind blades, and then went up with his claws tightly.
The haicuo sect's disciples, who suffered from the enemy's back and belly, burned their own vitality, and instantly released the shadow of four fish shaped monsters, bumping outward, trying to tear open a space for escape. However, this is not a big match between Taoism and martial arts. This is a life and death race war. There is only one outcome, either killing the opponent or being killed by the other party.
It's a pity that every imperial wolf cavalry has experienced a cruel elimination. They are always on the verge of life and death. They are incomparable in terms of timing and tactics.
Finally, at the cost of minor injuries, two sharp claws were stabbed into the chest of two disciples of the haicuo sect at the same time, and the whole bright red heart was caught. The young werewolf put out his tongue and licked the blood flowing from his heart, and his eyes flashed a little enchantment.
"It's no wonder that the predecessors of wolf riding said that human blood is the most delicious. This kind of taste is really addictive."
A werewolf opened his mouth, his voice was like a roar of a beast. He used complex and obscure imperial language. His eyes were intoxicated and licked his heart.
"Wal, these hearts will be dedicated to the ninth prince. If you don't want to go to the gallows, I advise you to control yourself."
Another werewolf spoke faintly, and then walked back to the wolf where he sat down. He took out a hide bag and put his heart in his hand.
"What about the remaining lichen colored lotus in the valley?"
"It's very troublesome to deal with the king beast in the valley in a short time. The Terrans will come soon. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. As long as the ninth Prince kills all the Terrans who have entered this small world, these things will be ours sooner or later. It's just the difference of time."
As he spoke, he sat down and leaped, and the two wolf cavalry disappeared in the dense forest, leaving only two young corpses, with their eyes open and their eyes closed.
An hour later, a hand gently stroked the pale young face and closed his eyes. Yuan Chuan, the young patriarch of the haicuo clan, stood up without any expression. His killing intention was penetrating.
At this time, two young monks in blue robe had gathered behind him. One of them went to check the chest wound of the killed colleague and said with a fist:
"little Lord, both hearts have been dug out, and there are burning traces of the flame of faith on the chest wound. They are of the same race. There are huge wolf claws on the ground. It is preliminarily inferred that they are wolf cavalry."
The human friars build the heaven and earth road, causing them to enter the body and embark on the road of practice. Then they use the soul of the Tao as the medium to establish a connection with the road, or to realize or inherit the magic power. Each blow carries the power of heaven and earth, changing in many ways and moving mountains and filling the sea.
The monks of different ethnic groups, cultivating the power of belief, planted the seed of belief from childhood, supplied the seed of belief with the energy of heaven and earth as fuel, obtained the inheritance of belief, and constantly tempered the body with the flame of belief. Each blow was blessed by the flame of faith, and the destructive power of the same realm was stronger.
It can be said that the Terran friars generally practice to the extreme according to their talent, major in strength, Dharma, and sensitivity, while the other friars are developing in a balanced way. Under the transformation of the kind of belief, the physical quality of each main fighting race is not weak, but all their strength comes from the gift of God. If the belief is shaken, then the strength will eat back on itself.
In other words, the Gentiles cannot become saints. They can only burn their own seeds of faith and summon the projection of God, because God does not allow anyone to threaten their status."Bury them."
Yuan Chuan's voice was full of coldness. He and his disciples were inseparable on weekdays. They were the members of his lineage trained by the patriarch of the haicuo sect. How could he not feel heartache when he lost two of them here at once.
At this time, at the bottom of the valley, in a cave dug out, a fat man was in a coma. His chest was constantly fluctuating, and his whole body was emitting colorful light, shining on the colorful part of the cave. It was strange.
A young girl in red stood beside him, looking at the fat man who was unconscious on the ground. She frowned slightly, stretched out her little foot, and gave the latter a kick. There was no response. Between raising her hand, a tall human figure puppet came out of the shadow and put the fat man on his shoulder.
The three figures went to the deepest part of the cave.
At the most edge of the floating island on the grassland, the flight messenger still waved his wings and flew tirelessly to the center of the floating islands. Behind him, the huge insect Lord was scurrying behind him. Zhao Yu was closing his eyes on the insect Lord's head, and the rouge girl on the side quietly reached out and firmly grasped his sleeve.
All of a sudden, Zhao Yu's back began to bleed red light, the sea of blood rolling, he opened his eyes, slowly opened his mouth.
At the same time, on an island with exposed red surface and numerous crystal stones and ores, Li Yi was wrapped in a sea of blood, and the towering blood demon spirits roared up to the sky behind him. He lifted up the tiger head alien under him, lifted his hand and twisted his head. He spoke slowly at almost the same time as Zhao Yu.
"I feel the smell of blood and the killing begins."
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There are different ways of communication in the Daxia sect, such as the sun and moon sect's big sun in the sky, while the haicuo sect's summoning order is to collect the blood of a special kind of fish and beast in the giant god sea. The black and blue patterns can stay in the air for a long time.
Generally speaking, there are two functions of clan summoning, one is calling for help and the other is calling for help.
However, it is a double-edged sword, because it is not necessarily the same door who hears the news, but also the enemy who comes first, especially when they are still foolishly waiting in the same place after being summoned.
The dense forest on the floating island is constantly shaking, and several figures are jumping in the forest. The speed is very fast. In the blink of an eye, the target is the direction of communication.
A moment later, the two haicuo sect disciples outside the valley felt the breath approaching and just wanted to greet them. However, out of the dense forest, there were two huge and ferocious wolves, as well as the barbaric alien race straddling on them!
The wolf pours down, bloodthirsty in scarlet eyes and cold light from sharp teeth!
Hai CuO's disciples changed their faces and formed a simple formation with their swords out of the scabbard. The spirit of the Tao behind them appeared. There began to be water mist rising around them. In the mist, two fish shaped strange animals leaped.
Magic power. Fish strike!
The water mist continued to sweep towards the wolf, and the fish shaped monster shadow hit the wolf and drove it back. However, there was no alien on the wolf.
All of a sudden, the water mist was torn apart from above. The two werewolves jumped down, burning white flames all over their bodies. They stretched out their claws and grasped the heart of the disciples of the haicuo sect.
The white flame and water mist collide with each other. The water mist breaks as soon as it touches, and the claws continue to move forward. The two haicuozong disciples retreat and retreat again and again. But don't forget that the most elite wolf cavalry in the desert of the sun empire will never fight alone, because they sit down and have giant wolves with similar hearts!
The giant wolf, who was driven back by the supernatural powers, did not know when he had already appeared on the way of the hind legs of the disciples of the haicuo sect. He opened his mouth and spat out two huge wind blades, and then went up with his claws tightly.
The haicuo sect's disciples, who suffered from the enemy's back and belly, burned their own vitality, and instantly released the shadow of four fish shaped monsters, bumping outward, trying to tear open a space for escape. However, this is not a big match between Taoism and martial arts. This is a life and death race war. There is only one outcome, either killing the opponent or being killed by the other party.
It's a pity that every imperial wolf cavalry has experienced a cruel elimination. They are always on the verge of life and death. They are incomparable in terms of timing and tactics.
Finally, at the cost of minor injuries, two sharp claws were stabbed into the chest of two disciples of the haicuo sect at the same time, and the whole bright red heart was caught. The young werewolf put out his tongue and licked the blood flowing from his heart, and his eyes flashed a little enchantment.
"It's no wonder that the predecessors of wolf riding said that human blood is the most delicious. This kind of taste is really addictive."
A werewolf opened his mouth, his voice was like a roar of a beast. He used complex and obscure imperial language. His eyes were intoxicated and licked his heart.
"Wal, these hearts will be dedicated to the ninth prince. If you don't want to go to the gallows, I advise you to control yourself."
Another werewolf spoke faintly, and then walked back to the wolf where he sat down. He took out a hide bag and put his heart in his hand.
"What about the remaining lichen colored lotus in the valley?"
"It's very troublesome to deal with the king beast in the valley in a short time. The Terrans will come soon. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. As long as the ninth Prince kills all the Terrans who have entered this small world, these things will be ours sooner or later. It's just the difference of time."
As he spoke, he sat down and leaped, and the two wolf cavalry disappeared in the dense forest, leaving only two young corpses, with their eyes open and their eyes closed.
An hour later, a hand gently stroked the pale young face and closed his eyes. Yuan Chuan, the young patriarch of the haicuo clan, stood up without any expression. His killing intention was penetrating.
At this time, two young monks in blue robe had gathered behind him. One of them went to check the chest wound of the killed colleague and said with a fist:
"little Lord, both hearts have been dug out, and there are burning traces of the flame of faith on the chest wound. They are of the same race. There are huge wolf claws on the ground. It is preliminarily inferred that they are wolf cavalry."
The human friars build the heaven and earth road, causing them to enter the body and embark on the road of practice. Then they use the soul of the Tao as the medium to establish a connection with the road, or to realize or inherit the magic power. Each blow carries the power of heaven and earth, changing in many ways and moving mountains and filling the sea.
The monks of different ethnic groups, cultivating the power of belief, planted the seed of belief from childhood, supplied the seed of belief with the energy of heaven and earth as fuel, obtained the inheritance of belief, and constantly tempered the body with the flame of belief. Each blow was blessed by the flame of faith, and the destructive power of the same realm was stronger.
It can be said that the Terran friars generally practice to the extreme according to their talent, major in strength, Dharma, and sensitivity, while the other friars are developing in a balanced way. Under the transformation of the kind of belief, the physical quality of each main fighting race is not weak, but all their strength comes from the gift of God. If the belief is shaken, then the strength will eat back on itself.
In other words, the Gentiles cannot become saints. They can only burn their own seeds of faith and summon the projection of God, because God does not allow anyone to threaten their status."Bury them."
Yuan Chuan's voice was full of coldness. He and his disciples were inseparable on weekdays. They were the members of his lineage trained by the patriarch of the haicuo sect. How could he not feel heartache when he lost two of them here at once.
At this time, at the bottom of the valley, in a cave dug out, a fat man was in a coma. His chest was constantly fluctuating, and his whole body was emitting colorful light, shining on the colorful part of the cave. It was strange.
A young girl in red stood beside him, looking at the fat man who was unconscious on the ground. She frowned slightly, stretched out her little foot, and gave the latter a kick. There was no response. Between raising her hand, a tall human figure puppet came out of the shadow and put the fat man on his shoulder.
The three figures went to the deepest part of the cave.
At the most edge of the floating island on the grassland, the flight messenger still waved his wings and flew tirelessly to the center of the floating islands. Behind him, the huge insect Lord was scurrying behind him. Zhao Yu was closing his eyes on the insect Lord's head, and the rouge girl on the side quietly reached out and firmly grasped his sleeve.
All of a sudden, Zhao Yu's back began to bleed red light, the sea of blood rolling, he opened his eyes, slowly opened his mouth.
At the same time, on an island with exposed red surface and numerous crystal stones and ores, Li Yi was wrapped in a sea of blood, and the towering blood demon spirits roared up to the sky behind him. He lifted up the tiger head alien under him, lifted his hand and twisted his head. He spoke slowly at almost the same time as Zhao Yu.
"I feel the smell of blood and the killing begins."
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There are different ways of communication in the Daxia sect, such as the sun and moon sect's big sun in the sky, while the haicuo sect's summoning order is to collect the blood of a special kind of fish and beast in the giant god sea. The black and blue patterns can stay in the air for a long time. Generally speaking, there are two functions of clan summoning, one is calling for help and the other is calling for help. However, it is a double-edged sword, because it is not necessarily the same door who hears the news, but also the enemy who comes first, especially when they are still foolishly waiting in the same place after being summoned. The dense forest on the floating island is constantly shaking, and several figures are jumping in the forest. The speed is very fast. In the blink of an eye, the target is the direction of communication. A moment later, the two haicuo sect disciples outside the valley felt the breath approaching and just wanted to greet them. However, out of the dense forest, there were two huge and ferocious wolves, as well as the barbaric alien race straddling on them! The wolf pours down, bloodthirsty in scarlet eyes and cold light from sharp teeth! Hai CuO's disciples changed their faces and formed a simple formation with their swords out of the scabbard. The spirit of the Tao behind them appeared. There began to be water mist rising around them. In the mist, two fish shaped strange animals leaped. Magic power. Fish strike! The water mist continued to sweep towards the wolf, and the fish shaped monster shadow hit the wolf and drove it back. However, there was no alien on the wolf. All of a sudden, the water mist was torn apart from above. The two werewolves jumped down, burning white flames all over their bodies. They stretched out their claws and grasped the heart of the disciples of the haicuo sect. The white flame and water mist collide with each other. The water mist breaks as soon as it touches, and the claws continue to move forward. The two haicuozong disciples retreat and retreat again and again. But don't forget that the most elite wolf cavalry in the desert of the sun empire will never fight alone, because they sit down and have giant wolves with similar hearts! The giant wolf, who was driven back by the supernatural powers, did not know when he had already appeared on the way of the hind legs of the disciples of the haicuo sect. He opened his mouth and spat out two huge wind blades, and then went up with his claws tightly. The haicuo sect's disciples, who suffered from the enemy's back and belly, burned their own vitality, and instantly released the shadow of four fish shaped monsters, bumping outward, trying to tear open a space for escape. However, this is not a big match between Taoism and martial arts. This is a life and death race war. There is only one outcome, either killing the opponent or being killed by the other party. It's a pity that every imperial wolf cavalry has experienced a cruel elimination. They are always on the verge of life and death. They are incomparable in terms of timing and tactics. Finally, at the cost of minor injuries, two sharp claws were stabbed into the chest of two disciples of the haicuo sect at the same time, and the whole bright red heart was caught. The young werewolf put out his tongue and licked the blood flowing from his heart, and his eyes flashed a little enchantment. "It's no wonder that the predecessors of wolf riding said that human blood is the most delicious. This kind of taste is really addictive." A werewolf opened his mouth, his voice was like a roar of a beast. He used complex and obscure imperial language. His eyes were intoxicated and licked his heart. "Wal, these hearts will be dedicated to the ninth prince. If you don't want to go to the gallows, I advise you to control yourself." Another werewolf spoke faintly, and then walked back to the wolf where he sat down. He took out a hide bag and put his heart in his hand. "What about the remaining lichen colored lotus in the valley?" "It's very troublesome to deal with the king beast in the valley in a short time. The Terrans will come soon. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. As long as the ninth Prince kills all the Terrans who have entered this small world, these things will be ours sooner or later. It's just the difference of time." As he spoke, he sat down and leaped, and the two wolf cavalry disappeared in the dense forest, leaving only two young corpses, with their eyes open and their eyes closed. An hour later, a hand gently stroked the pale young face and closed his eyes. Yuan Chuan, the young patriarch of the haicuo clan, stood up without any expression. His killing intention was penetrating. At this time, two young monks in blue robe had gathered behind him. One of them went to check the chest wound of the killed colleague and said with a fist: "little Lord, both hearts have been dug out, and there are burning traces of the flame of faith on the chest wound. They are of the same race. There are huge wolf claws on the ground. It is preliminarily inferred that they are wolf cavalry." The human friars build the heaven and earth road, causing them to enter the body and embark on the road of practice. Then they use the soul of the Tao as the medium to establish a connection with the road, or to realize or inherit the magic power. Each blow carries the power of heaven and earth, changing in many ways and moving mountains and filling the sea. The monks of different ethnic groups, cultivating the power of belief, planted the seed of belief from childhood, supplied the seed of belief with the energy of heaven and earth as fuel, obtained the inheritance of belief, and constantly tempered the body with the flame of belief. Each blow was blessed by the flame of faith, and the destructive power of the same realm was stronger. It can be said that the Terran friars generally practice to the extreme according to their talent, major in strength, Dharma, and sensitivity, while the other friars are developing in a balanced way. Under the transformation of the kind of belief, the physical quality of each main fighting race is not weak, but all their strength comes from the gift of God. If the belief is shaken, then the strength will eat back on itself. In other words, the Gentiles cannot become saints. They can only burn their own seeds of faith and summon the projection of God, because God does not allow anyone to threaten their status."Bury them." Yuan Chuan's voice was full of coldness. He and his disciples were inseparable on weekdays. They were the members of his lineage trained by the patriarch of the haicuo sect. How could he not feel heartache when he lost two of them here at once. At this time, at the bottom of the valley, in a cave dug out, a fat man was in a coma. His chest was constantly fluctuating, and his whole body was emitting colorful light, shining on the colorful part of the cave. It was strange. A young girl in red stood beside him, looking at the fat man who was unconscious on the ground. She frowned slightly, stretched out her little foot, and gave the latter a kick. There was no response. Between raising her hand, a tall human figure puppet came out of the shadow and put the fat man on his shoulder. The three figures went to the deepest part of the cave. At the most edge of the floating island on the grassland, the flight messenger still waved his wings and flew tirelessly to the center of the floating islands. Behind him, the huge insect Lord was scurrying behind him. Zhao Yu was closing his eyes on the insect Lord's head, and the rouge girl on the side quietly reached out and firmly grasped his sleeve. All of a sudden, Zhao Yu's back began to bleed red light, the sea of blood rolling, he opened his eyes, slowly opened his mouth. At the same time, on an island with exposed red surface and numerous crystal stones and ores, Li Yi was wrapped in a sea of blood, and the towering blood demon spirits roared up to the sky behind him. He lifted up the tiger head alien under him, lifted his hand and twisted his head. He spoke slowly at almost the same time as Zhao Yu. "I feel the smell of blood and the killing begins." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
