Tempered Immortal

In time, the burst sounded loud, all kinds of luminosity passed through the sky, and treasures of different shapes broke through the long sky and burst into the dark clouds.

The treasure hunting brothers on the Haitian side, the worst cultivated is also the existence of the Yuan Baby level, not to mention the single strength, which far surpasses the ghost of the previous ghost.

In the explosion, hundreds of powerful ghosts instantly extinguished the ash smoke and turned into nothing. On the surface, this side of the sea is the dominant wind.

This is not the case, however, because the number of enemies is too large, and it can even be said that it is difficult to count, look at it, dense numbness, sea attack, as if throwing a stone in the water of the lake, although it can provoke a lot of waves in a short time, but soon, it is submerged.

Their situation at this point is extremely embarrassing.

The number of shady spirits, but the vast majority, is only the lowest level of souls and wild ghosts. Without any intelligence, strength is the equivalent of a spiritual fixer.

Guys at this level, they can't say it's cannon dust.

But the ashes are not necessarily dead. At this moment, they have been surrounded by regiments. If they choose to withdraw from the beginning, there is no suspicion at all. These high-ranking fairies will surely be able to escape in peace.

But now that you've chosen to stay here, the results are naturally different.

The layered spirits have surrounded them, and of course, these marinese monks, not wine sachets, with all their powerful magic and treasures, have cleaned up a thousand lonely islands around them.

It is truly an island surrounded by a sea of shadows and spirits that could swallow them at any moment.

Lin Xuan, of course, joined the battle, but did not reveal his true strength, but fought while watching around.

Over time, the situation has begun to be unfavourable to the monks of the Sea.

In the first half of the time, with their own strong fighting power, it was perfectly possible to hold the island. Any ghost that stepped in would be instantly stirred into powder, and for a little while, the island was expanding in size.

However, the view was not long, and soon the shadows took the upper hand.

Dead spirits can easily be replenished from that huge crack, yet the power of the monks is drastically consumed.

Immortals above the clutch period can mobilize the natural energy of heaven and earth and attack in this way, which is also relatively less powerful.

At this moment, however, they are unable to do so, because for thousands of miles, the natural energy of the heavens and the earth has been transformed into a negative force, which is the favorite of the powerful ghosts, but the immortals are useless.

In this way, there is more than the clutch period, only honestly attack with your own powers, consume a little less, and drink up to a few spirits as a supplement.

But the average fairy fixer, how can he carry a lot of spirit wine on him? Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you do, it doesn't necessarily work.

Spirits are not tens of thousands of years of milk. They cannot be filled instantly. Although they can be filled with more or less, in the face of such intense consumption, they are merely water truck salaries.

The situation is obviously very unfavourable, and the Haitians have not thought of leaving here, but at this moment, it is too late. They have fallen into the shadowy ocean, surrounded by layers, looking at the edges, and not even trying to kill a blood path, the difficulty is too great.

What should we do?

Both Cave Xuan Dynasty existed in shock and anger. They came here in search of Heavenly Toad, never dreamed of it. The target was not seen, but somehow fell into such danger.

Where the hell did that crack come from?

What about these ghostly wildlings? Will the two worlds of war reopen? Are these ash-like beings the vanguard of the invasion of the spiritual realm by the Yin army?

Too many suspicious sinuses, yet these possibilities, just to think about it, make them sweat directly behind their backs, the battle millions of years ago, which they did not experience, but recorded the classics, not surprisingly, even in very large numbers, which can be described in terms of sweat cows.

Naturally, they've seen a lot of it.

It involves all the interfaces of the spiritual world, the severity of which is difficult to describe in words. In intense wars, countless monks have fallen, and even several interfaces have fallen apart and been destroyed directly.

This kind of thing, just listening, is scary, and no fairy practitioner is willing to go through that kind of catastrophe again.

And it's weird, pussy ghosts, if there's an attempt on the spiritual world, those who can fix fairies, can't let it go, how can they not even notice?

The two old monsters of the Cave Xuan Dynasty were frightened, not to mention the rest of the monks. At this point, however, there is no escape. They can only lift their scales and continue to attack around them, because if the offense is slow, there will be ghosts coming up.

Everyone is cursing bad luck in their hearts. How could someone unexpectedly encounter such a crisis? Over time, the situation has become increasingly unfavourable.

Three hours later, the early fairy repairer of Yuan Bao, after all, the magic power can no longer be supported. After all, the magic treasure or the secretary is bombarded to the front. This power consumes more speed, but it is also better than catching and killing with the same order of brothers.

These days, the ghosts who died in their hands, I'm afraid, have reached more than a million, yet they are like infinity, and those ghosts continue to emerge from the gap.

Casualties have finally appeared.

It was an elderly man in his fifties, but in the early days of Yuan Baby, his magic was weak. He bitten his teeth to support his dizziness. He was suddenly ignored and pounced up by a ghost, and his teeth danced like his body.

Of course, it didn't succeed. As the saying goes, the skinny dead camel is bigger than the horse. The old man has little magic left, but it is actually Yuan Baby Years. Could it be that the ghost of a district can hurt the other party, blocked by his protective spirit, and then waved again, and the shadow will be extinguished by the smoke.

However, after this delay, five or six more shadow spirits poured into the vicinity. He also sent them, but then there were seven or eight...

Thus, beneath the vicious circle, more and more shady spirits wash up, completely wrapping the elderly, the seamen next to them are horrified, trying to rescue, but they are powerless, because their own situation is also extremely bad, dragged by a large number of shady spirits, and cannot be slowed down.

Ants bite more dead elephants, which is true, but many people just hear that, at this moment, it's happening alive in front of them.

Despite being wrapped, the old man still resists desperately. There are so many shadow spirits that he can die. There will be a new addition soon. In this case, he is powerless to return to heaven!

Short kung fu, the protective light on the body surface of the elderly has become thinner and thinner, and finally a "chirp” sound enters the ear, like a bubble completely destroyed.

“Ah!”

Then there was a terrible scream, the pain of being bitten by all the ghosts. It was conceivable that, with all the ghosts around him, his former infant would not have a chance to escape even if he carried out a transient movement.

“Damn, you little ones, old husbands, even if they fall, they'll keep you together. ”

The fierce drunkenness of the former infant monk came into his ear, filled with resentment, and then a terrible breath came out of him. Although his powers were nearly exhausted, the power to burn life was just as eye-catching.

“Watch the trick, Yuan Baby self-destruct! ”

The voice just fell, centered on his body, a light wave hundreds of feet in diameter flocked out, the ghost in the center, no struggle at all, turned into nothingness, past, that power is also a sweep, the monks of the sea are amazed, retreating, and those ghosts are too low, hidden, swept by the light wave, touched to death, collided to death.

In an instant, tens of thousands fell.

That momentum is sad, yet useless. Although the elderly do not want to be swallowed up by the ghosts, choose to blow themselves up and also kill many shady ghosts, this number is nothing but a poppy, and soon those ghosts sprang up again.

Such ghosts, in the pussy, as long as there are dead souls, combined with the yin qi, can be produced by impregnating them, the number is so outrageous, any death can be supplemented, and because they have no intelligence, they are not afraid of death, so don't look at them as if they exist like cannon ash, but they are extremely difficult to deal with.

The face of the Maritime Brothers is getting uglier. If they can still hold on with their scalps just now, then many people have beaten Little 99 in their hearts after witnessing the tragic end of their companions.

After all, this is a desperate battle, the strength of the other side is not so good, but the quantity seems to be endless, the killing is endless, so when is this going to be the end?

And you know your situation, you have more powers, you have exhausted moments, and staying here is similar to waiting for death?

No one is willing to do such a stupid thing, especially if they don't know what happened, and somehow fall here, while their powers are sufficient, it's also good to find a way to highlight the surroundings.

Not only the Sea Nation below, but at this moment, even the existence of two Cave Xuan Dynasties has this intention.

They have plenty of power, but it is also dangerous to drain them.

“Fairy, let's get out of here first.” The bald, barefoot monk had a thick mouth.

“Well, I didn't expect this to happen, so the task of looking for Heavenly Toad is only to let go for now.” The woman in black sighed, and things had to be prioritized. The choice had to be made, and she didn't want to fight it somehow. Why are there so many ghosts here? She wants to know what really happened.

Now that the decision has been made, there will be no further delay, and the nun in black stretches out her hand and a blue bead appears in her palm.

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