Chapter 1179 Sanctuary Dragon Soul
This thing is not afraid of 10,000, but what if it happens, what if it is recruited? How to deal with it then? Can the little life be saved?
These are all questions!
When faced with death, I still have some scruples in my heart. To say that I don't care at all is pure bullshit!
"What are you afraid of? What are you cowardly? This is just Fang Fan's trick, so you are cowardly?"
"Go up and kill Fang Fan, this young master will be rewarded!"
"Who can kill Fang Fan, this young master directly makes him the inheritance disciple of Zixiaomen! When I inherit the position of Zixiaomen's sect master in the future, I promise you the eldership!"
Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiao Sect, urged him from behind, this is the last moment, can you be counseled?
The cultivators in Zixiaomen looked at each other. Although there was still a look of fear on their faces, there must be a brave man under the heavy reward... Motivated by this wave of rewards, they rushed out frantically, and the speed became faster and faster. stand up.
After all, that kind of weird magic that can make people aging and convulsing is not everyone's trick, what if you are the lucky one?
What if they were able to kill Fang Fan in the end? Then aren't these benefits in the end all his?
The existence of luck can even give each other motivation to a certain extent!
But how do they know, this is just the beginning!
"corrosion!"
"Corrosion: Corrodes the enemies in front of you, turning them into a pool of thick water."
Guan Hai, the commander of the Yellow Turban Taiping Warlocks Corps, recited again, and the black mist spread out frantically towards the front. The practitioners of Zixiaomen were gradually shrouded in the black mist. The body was stagnant, and then the flesh and blood on the body began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye...
In about half a minute or so, those Zixiaomen practitioners who charged in the front row directly turned into a pool of blood...
The blood gradually spreads around, forming a blood river.
"That black gas is poisonous!"
"Oh my god! It's so weird, this...what is this operation!"
"It's terrifying! We... can we still charge? Hundreds of people have died before the battle..."
"Huh... If the real knife and real gun were killed, I would recognize it, but... but I don't even know how to die, it's too embarrassing!"
"That's right! Who can withstand this? No! It can't be like this!"
"Why don't we run away? This Fang Fan is already weird. It's not worth it to attack him blindly..."
"Run? Where are you going? The young sect master is still staring there!"
"Grass! Stare at a chicken feather, why didn't he rush up to attack? Use us as cannon fodder? How shameless!"
"That's right, don't have any shame at all, I'm a jerk, I've already seen this guy unhappy!"
"Everyone, stop complaining, the young sect master is right, that Fang Fan has countless treasures, and we won't have to worry about any of them in this life!"
"Grass! The key is to be able to grab it! With the way we are, what are we going to grab?"
"We have a lot of people...all in one go, don't be afraid..."
...
The scene was very chaotic.
Standing in the back row and commanding the battle, Zhu Hui, the young sect master of Zixiao Sect, looked ugly...
What's the matter... Two thousand cultivators haven't rushed over yet!
What do these people eat?
One by one, greedy for life and fear of death!
bastard! Absolutely asshole!
"Young sect master, withdraw your troops, that Fang Fan is not so easy to deal with, we are not his opponents at all, we just attack him blindly, and we are the ones who suffer in the end..."
The honest and sincere squatter, Nie Yan, slipped out of nowhere and warned again.
On the side, Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, heard Nie Yan's wake-up call, and his face became more and more ugly.
If he withdraws, doesn't it mean that he really did something wrong? Is it really not as good as the guy in front of him?
A small squire, really don't know how much he weighs?
Even if your cultivation talent is good, it looks good in the eyes of the elders of Zixiaomen, but so what?
My father asked you to serve as my squire, that is also to promote you and want you to assist me, so that I can take care of you after I become the sect master in the future...
But you are dead!
Time and time again...challenge my bottom line!
stab...
The sound of the long sword piercing the flesh came, and Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiao Sect, drew his sword and stabbed the sincere servant Nie Yan in the chest.
The blood spurted out immediately, making the bloody aura in the air even more intense.
"Why...why..."
Nie Yan pursed his lips in disbelief.
He... what the hell did he do wrong!
It can be said that he has always been doing things with his own heart!
He was born with the ability to easily predict the future. At the beginning of this battle, he felt that the situation was not right, so he tried his best to stop it. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm was paid to the dog by mistake!
"Hehe! Why? Because you are too loud!"
"Can't you predict good and bad luck in the future? Did you predict that you would die today?"
"Do you really think you are a thing?"
"Dare to point at this young master!"
The young master of Zixiao Sect, Zhu Hui, said with a vicious expression, he is like a child who has done something wrong. He naturally cannot admit that he has done something wrong, so he can only end it by killing.
"You stop now, you can still live!"
"If you delay any longer, you will die!"
"I won't be lonely even if I die, because you'll be with me soon!"
"I, Nie Yan, asked myself that there is no place to feel sorry for Zixiaomen and you, the young master, but you actually draw your sword towards me..."
"Hahaha! Stupid! How stupid! Is this the end of Yuzhong?"
"By the way, it's called licking a dog! Lick to the end and have nothing!"
Nie Yan, the stalwart of sincerity, held the long sword on his chest in his hand, and bursts of cold sweat spread all over his face... Pain lingered wildly in his heart.
"Dare to teach me a lesson!"
"go to hell!"
boom……
The young master of Zixiao Sect, Zhu Hui, pulled out his long sword and kicked Nie Yan out with one kick, then his face showed a cold look.
"At least, you die before me!"
"Besides, how could this young master die?"
"This young master will kill Fang Fan, and will seize his treasures and divine crystals. I will take all the source of the gods here, and I will be the final winner!"
"Whoever dares to stop me must die! All must die!"
"Zixiaomen disciple! Kill with me! Those who dare not fight against the former, behead! Those who dare to be passive in combat, behead!"
click... click...
Several great heads were directly chopped off, and the Zixiaomen practitioners who charged in front suddenly felt a chill in their necks...
Kill if you say it, without any hesitation...
Everyone can get it!
However, this tyrant behavior is not ineffective, at least at this time, the practitioners of Zixiaomen can only charge forward because of fear!
For them, if they don't continue to rush, it is a death!
Run slower, fall behind, you will be cut across the board!
The young sect master of Zixiao Sect was not a good sect, and he never cared about their lives.
Chong may still be able to live, but retreat, it is really cold!
As for the counterattack? This possibility is still relatively small, even if they have such thoughts and wishes, at least for the time being, they will not take such actions.
Killing this young sect master, even if you get a temporary life and go out of the secret realm of Chentian, it is still a dead end!
There are dead ends left and right, it is better to follow in the footsteps of others habitually...
The storm of blood has begun!
Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, looked at the enemy's attack lineup, and nodded secretly.
Although the Yellow Turban Taiping Warlock Legion's two rounds of all-out attacks have caused them to suffer heavy losses to a certain extent, I have to admit that the enemy's lineup is still very strong!
The original scale of 2,000 people now has 1,500 people!
Among them, there are close to 200 people with a battle strength above the one-star emperor realm!
And the highest combat power that practitioners in the Chentian Secret Realm can exert is the One-Star Emperor Realm!
This means that they have the peak combat power of 200 people!
And there are only thirty people around Fang Fan!
If they collide like this, what might happen is obvious!
"If you fight to the death, even if you win in the end, there will be no less casualties..."
"If that's the case, then it's better to change your mind..."
"Isn't there the Yellow Turban Peace Warlock Corps..."
Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, and bursts of light flickered.
"Where is Guan Hai!"
"Lord!"
"Use the exclusive legion skill [Sacrifice Summon]!"
"Sacrificing everything here makes the battle more interesting..."
Fang Fan snorted coldly, while speaking, the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised...
This kind of battle is more interesting!
Relatively speaking, it is more worth looking forward to!
"According to the Lord!"
Guan Hai made a thunderous sound, and then his body stood up straight, his lips began to lightly open...
"Sacrifice Call!"
"Special skills of the legion!"
"All Yellow Turban Peace Warlocks, cast spells with me!"
"war!"
After Guan Hai gave an order, the Yellow Turban Taiping Warlocks naturally did not dare to neglect, and their lips also opened and closed frantically...
The flesh and blood on the corpses of the black-maned beasts and the corpses of the gibbons on the ground suddenly gradually disappeared. Then, their skeletons were gradually pieced together, and they formed an array and walked out in front...
The skeletons of thousands of black mane beasts and gibbons moved forward little by little, forming black mane skeleton soldiers and gibbons and monkey skeleton soldiers.
Most of these black mane skeleton soldiers and gibbons monkey skeleton soldiers are one level lower than before.
It was originally a black maned beast in the realm of the one-star emperor, and now the black maned beast skeleton soldiers transformed into it are in the real king realm!
The strongest in the front are the two two-star emperor-level black mane beast skeleton soldiers and the god-gibbon monkey leader.
They were originally the heads of the ethnic groups, and they were all three-star emperors.
Thousands and tens of thousands of alien beast skeleton soldiers suddenly appeared on the battlefield, which naturally shocked the audience.
"What the hell! These skeletons... can still move? Could it be a cultivator of the skeleton family?"
"You are so stupid! The cultivators of the skeleton clan, those are all bullshit, they have no basis at all. If you want me to tell you, just kill them directly, and save such trouble!"
"Could it be possible that these skeletons are still better than us? I don't believe it! Kill them directly, afraid of chicken feathers?"
"That's right, don't panic at all, just do it!"
"Grass! My eldest brother was instantly killed by that black mane beast skeleton! My eldest brother is a one-star emperor!"
"The number of these skeletons is more than us, and the fighting power is also very strong, we are almost unable to hold it!"
"This is still a chicken feather! It's completely torture and slaughtering!"
"I'm rubbing it... This road won't work!"
"Run... Run, don't fight! We came to the secret realm of Chentian to hunt for treasure and search for the source of God. What are we fighting here with a group of skeletons?"
"The young sect master is guarding with a sword at the back, whoever dares to escape will die..."
"Then we just wait to die like this? I'm not reconciled!"
"Let's run together, he can still kill him? Fleeing from all directions, you can always escape..."
...
The scene became very chaotic for a time!
For these cultivators, they think that the way forward has been blocked, and they can only die if they rush down!
Knowing that it is a dead end, who is willing to go?
Although the young sect master of Zixiaomen used violence to control violence, so what? In the face of life and death choices, Zixiaomen practitioners still have their own set of criteria for judgment.
There are as many as tens of thousands of skeleton beasts, and there is only one young master!
No matter how strong he is, so what? At most one, two or even ten people can be beheaded, but most of them can escape.
As long as we unite together and flee together, there is still great hope!
"The enemy army is about to collapse!"
"Give them a little more pressure!"
"Rahu, lead the Blood Shura Legion to defeat them all at once!"
Fang Fan snorted coldly, then rubbed the law pistol in his hand, condensed a two law bullet at will, shot it out, and penetrated the foreheads of dozens of Zixiaomen practitioners one after another!
"According to the Lord!"
Luo Hu, the commander of the Blood Asura Legion, held his head high and held the Asura sword tightly in his hand.
"Asura's Will!"
The first legion skill was displayed by Rahu.
Shura's Will: Enhance 100% defense for ten minutes!
"Asura blood!"
The second legion skill is on display again!
Asura bloodline: powerful bloodline power, enhances 100% combat power for ten minutes! ! "
Within ten minutes, the Blood Asura Legion was an invincible existence!
[Asura's Will] doubles the defense, [Asura Bloodline] doubles the attack...
Combining the two, the strong will become stronger!
"Invincible!"
The Blood Shura Legion rushed directly to the Zixiaomen cultivators under the leadership of the backward, and launched a bloody killing on this group of Zixiaomen cultivators who were already frightened!
The seven blood asuras wearing blood-colored armor, they are the devils who kill... They shuttled through the crowd again and again, taking away fresh lives!
Even those cultivators who possessed the peak combat power of the One-Star Sovereign Lord Realm were killed in one strike!
"It was agreed that in the secret realm of Chentian, only the peak combat power of the one-star emperor's realm can be exerted! For Mao... I'm still being beaten! I am also the one-star emperor's realm..."
Those Zixiaomen practitioners who were killed in seconds were full of confusion...
