Vol 3 Chapter 916: Magic into the body

The body of the Holy Spirit went to the fall of the void, and eventually did not know where it would fall.

Perhaps it is a small world, and it may fall into the realm of the universe.

This is a chance, and it is still a big chance, even the Holy Spirit will see it, but unfortunately no one cares about it at the moment.

Qingyi tried several times and could not catch the middle-aged people. It is not possible to kill each other.

She is anxious.

After killing all the Holy Spirit, the Purple Scorpion sat there and no longer resisted the magic.

\"Oh, don't you struggle?\"

The middle-aged man’s mouth has a light smile, “Then you will die faster.”

The purple scorpion did not respond. He closed his eyes and let the magic come from all directions.

The sound of Zen singing keeps ringing, affecting the consciousness of Zi Yan.

The middle-aged man looked at the side for a moment and said with confusion: "What do you mean? Why don't you struggle to resist and give up?"

Suddenly his face changed and he said with surprise: "Would you not be refining?"

\"Are you refining your magic?\"

\"You are actually refining the magic!\"

The middle-aged man couldn't help it anymore, haha ​​laughed. "I admit that the magic is indeed a good thing. These magical powers are extremely pure power, but unfortunately he is not suitable for you. If you fight hard, still It can slow down the speed of the magical gas, and it is simpler, that is, you can live a little longer. But if you are good, you can directly refine the magic, which is no less than opening the door of the body and putting those magical spirits in. It seems that you want the Mozu to come to the Holy Spirit world than I do."

The magical gas that descended from the sky has completely shrouded the purple scorpion. At this moment, we can only see the magic of the large pieces lingering, and the people who can't see the purple scorpion.

\"You may be proud of it too early. These magical people can't refine, but they don't mean purple or refining!"

At this time, no longer trying to kill the Qingyi.

Every time she is close, the middle-aged will take the initiative to leave and never fight her.

Hearing the Qingyi, he smiled disdainfully, "Beautiful, are you making me happy?"

Qing Yi said coldly: "Cute you happy, you also match? You don't forget, who is inside, he is purple, one does not know how many miracles have been created, those magic may be difficult Pour other people, but certainly can't help but purple."

The look of middle-aged people are slightly changed, "Oh, is this still the case?"

Qingyi said: "It seems that you don't know your opponent very much, but think about it too. You send such a small number of people to kill the purple, but of course he is not clear about his power."

The middle-aged people are open-minded: "I don't know what kind of power you need to kill the purple scorpion?"

Qing Yi said proudly: "Nature is the power of the Holy Spirit!"

The middle-aged man nodded very seriously and said: "Oh, is there?"

\"This is not enough?\" Qingyi asked.

\"The Holy Spirit is invincible. In this holy spiritual world, every holy sage is invincible. This invincible is invincible and unmatched. If you really come to a holy sage, killing the purple scorpion is definitely No problem.\"

The middle-aged man said after a slight thought.

Qing Yi flashed a touch of anxiety in his eyes, said: "What are you still doing? You know that you can't kill the purple, you don't hurry to see if he has refining the magic? If he really grows up, Is your situation worse?\"

The middle-aged man smiled and asked: "Are you not with a group of purple eyes? Why are you thinking about it now?"

Qing Yi said: "I am not familiar with him. I am not thinking about it for you at the moment, but on the side of helping the weak."

The middle-aged man looked up and down a few eyes. "You, a woman, beautiful, every time I approached me, it gave me a dangerous feeling. Obviously, the fighting power is also very strong. But why can't I have a brain?"

Qing is angry, \"You say who has no brain?\"

\"Are you taking me as an idiot? I have put Ziyan now. He will kill me when he comes out. As for refining the magic, do you think it is possible?"

The sarcasm of a middle-aged man.

Qing Yi said: "How is it impossible, but he is purple, have you not said that he is strong before?"

\"It seems that you are really simple, I am teasing you, can't you see it?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The time is long. There are only two of you and me who can talk. You are chatting with this silly woman while you are watching, and watching the big invincible death of Zixiao, isn’t it quick?"

Qingyi quickly stepped forward. At this moment, she was very angry. She was a serious conversation with the other party. She never thought that the other party was actually teasing herself.

The middle-aged man's body shape began to retreat, and he always kept a distance from Qingyi. "Girl, you don't have to be angry. In fact, even if I am an idiot like you, I have heard your words, but I have no way to put the sable. Release it.\"

He pointed to the sky and said: \"Things like this, do you think I have the ability to make it? I am at best a spectator, or a witness of history. I will witness the death of the sable, and witness the devil's arrival!\"

\"Purple will not die, unless it is the Holy Spirit!" "Yingyi said loudly.

The middle-aged man laughed again: "Why, is this angry? In fact, I still have one thing that I didn't tell you. That is the big array above the head. The magic contained in it is terrible. How terrible is it? Well, it’s like a holy deity!\"

\"Really, I don't lie to you. It's not that the Holy Spirit is comparable to the Holy One. Do you say that the purple **** is not dead?\"

This sentence comes out, just like in the heart of Qingyi, the same as the death penalty of Ziyan, Qingyi instantly lost the pursuit of chasing.

She turned and rushed toward the big bang.

Just just approaching, she was shocked by a powerful force.

Qing Yi did not care, continued to move forward, and shouted: ""Purple, fast resistance, hurry up!"

As the middle-aged people expected, the purple scorpion that no longer resists does indeed begin to devour these magical powers.

This is the only way he can get out of trouble.

As for the magic, he did not devour it. The last time he swallowed the konjac was an example.

But the power of the konjac is comparable to the magic of the moment, like the banyan tree, the two are not the same.

The purple scorpion that absorbs the magical spirit gradually becomes awake.

In his ear, there is a constant sound of chanting, and his consciousness is gradually blurred.

But phagocytosis has not diminished, these seem to be instinct.

All these magical spirits have entered the sea of ​​Ziyan, and they have been swallowed by the ghostly soul-seeking method, refining and turning into their own power.

Just as the sound of a hypnotic singer continued to sound, the consciousness of Zi Yan finally fell into a blank, without the instinctive control, and the speed of the stalking of the ghosts was slowly slowed down.

More magical power, merged into the body of the purple, his body gradually began to be magical.

Blood and bones are also poured into the magic.

There is also a magical gas along the meridians, into the purple field of Dantian, and began to invade those ancient Thunder.

Even without the deliberate control of the purple scorpion, this ancient Lei dynasty force is extremely terrible, and the first wave of nearby magic is annihilated.

In the sea of ​​Zi Yan, the golden soul has also been surrounded.

Just like a group of wolves surrounded by sleeping lions, only one or two lions are awake, fighting with the wolves, and other lions are in a deep sleep, how can they not wake up.

The lion that wakes up is naturally the slower and slower ghost stalking method. In this way, it will stop working.

By then, the soul of the purple will be assimilated.

The ancient Lei Yan force is a powerful force, but it also needs correct guidance. As more magical gas is injected into it, in the unconscious state, it will eventually lose its constant magic.

By that time, the purple cicada was the demon.

And middle-aged people will really become witnesses to the invasion of the Mozu.

At this time ~www.readwn.com~ a voice came from the outside world, penetrated a lot of magic, entered the purple sea of ​​knowledge.

\"紫宸, fast resistance!\"

\"紫宸, fast resistance!\"

This voice is not big, but it is very clear, like it sounds in the heart of the lake, even those chanting sounds can not be suppressed.

The golden soul of the purple scorpion has a very small fluctuation. As more sounds are introduced, this volatility becomes stronger.

Until the golden soul force is completely boiling, it becomes active.

Consciousness.

Zi Yan opened his eyes.

His gaze penetrated the boundless magic. When he saw the formation, he saw the constant collision, and he was already **** and fuzzy, but he was still trying to rush in.

The boundless anger emerged from the bottom of the purple heart.