At this moment, Xia Ping felt that he had an unprecedented fit with the attributes of the Spear of Hell, and it seemed that he could finally exert a little bit of the power of this spear.
He could also perceive the joy conveyed from the depths of the spear. It seemed that he hadn't exerted such power for a long time, and the whole spear was trembling.
"Um?!"
At this moment, Xia Ping also sensed that another hell weapon in his body, the crying stick, had also undergone an abnormal change, shaking unceasingly, and the huge white aura suddenly poured into the depths of his consciousness.
These white auras were distorted, and it seemed that they had also turned into twists, like earthworm-like hell texts, combined into a hell scripture, engraved on his primordial spirit.
"This is the hell of the mourning stick-the five styles of soul calming."
Xia Ping's eyes showed a gleam, and he immediately knew that there was a hell martial arts from the depths of the crying stick, which was no less than that of Hell Town's magic spear.
It has five styles, dizziness, slowness, soul-locking, soul-breaking, and soul-killing!
Although the moves are simple, each of them is infinitely powerful, restrains ghosts, targets the soul, and is a ranged attack. When displayed, it is simply unfavorable.
If it is used to plot against the enemy, knocking a sap on the back, I am afraid that few can withstand it.
Especially the first type of stun, knocking down with a stick, the enemy will immediately fall into a coma. As for the length of the coma, it depends on the enemy's willpower and strength.
The second type of sluggishness can stimulate white sluggish light from the depths of the crying rod, delaying the enemy's actions, making the enemy move like a snail, and it is impossible to escape.
The third type of soul lock, it can lock the enemy's soul, even if it escapes to the end of hell, it will be marked and captured, no one can escape the pursuit of a jailer holding a mourning stick.
The fourth and fifth types are pure killing moves, directly destroying the enemy's soul.
"Strange, how come these abilities look so insidious. Shouldn't hell jailers holding the crying sticks, everyone likes to sneak behind them and knock others sap?"
Xia Ping blinked his eyes, feeling that the wailing stick's ability was weird and powerful, and it seemed that it existed exclusively for the purpose of plotting against the enemy.
Hearing these words, the crying stick did not get angry at all. It seemed to be very proud. It bounced up and down. It said that as long as it can kill and capture the enemy, no matter what means is used. Comparable.
Hell Spear looked arrogant and seemed to disdain to be with the crying stick, and said nothing.
Booming~~~
Above the sky, Jieyun seemed to perceive that Xia Ping's strength had been further improved, and the power of catastrophe became more violent, humming, wind surging, and more Nine Nether Thunderbolts gushing from the depths of the black hole.
Suddenly the void trembles, and it seems that black dragons condensed by the power of hell emerge from the depths of the black hole, and their bodies are covered with dense hell runes. This is the dragon of destruction, to destroy all the existence that tries to resist the will of heaven.
Bang bang bang! ! !
I saw these black dragons roar, and spewed out a series of ruined Nine Nether Fire Thunder, like a dragon's breath, destroying things in all directions, and the void produced ripples.
"Good job."
Xia Ping was fearless of everything, holding the spear of hell, his whole person seemed to be transformed into a god of the underworld, and the totem of the golden crow of hell appeared behind him, with endless flames burning on his body.
He directly smashed these robbery thunders to the end, and went out with a spear, smashing the thunder thunders one after another, and at the same time used the hell furnace to swallow the scattered thunder thunder energy.
The energy in his body is also rising steadily, and the Hell Golden Crow cells are awakening crazily, and his power is also increasing and strengthening at a geometric speed.
……
In the distance, such fierce battle fluctuations naturally couldn't hide the nine immortal lords. They also suddenly discovered that it was not a magic weapon, but a demon, or a burning demon.
"What's the matter? It's actually a Burning Demon crossing the catastrophe, is it going to enter immortality, the flame hell is about to give birth to the tenth immortal lord?"
Seeing such a scene, the lord of the swamp was severely shocked. Before, it thought that it could not be a certain demon crossing the catastrophe, but a certain treasure was born and faced with the catastrophe.
But now, when he slapped it in the face fiercely, it was indeed a monster crossing the catastrophe.
"Damn it, when I was promoted to Immortality, I actually encountered a terrifying thunder tribulation like Nine Nether Fire Thunder, how deep is its savings, how powerful is its heel? Once it is promoted to immortality, then it has. Isn't it invincible immortality?" Some immortal lords were also frightened.
They can feel how terrifying the Burning Demon that is crossing the Tribulation in front of them, and can compete with the Nine Nether Fire Thunder to such a degree, none of them can do this.
And it hasn't been promoted to immortality. If it is really promoted to immortality, then it's worth it. Isn't it going to be against the sky? !
For a moment, all of their immortal lords felt a deep threat.
Although the area of the Flame Hell is large, it can't accommodate ten immortal-level lords, and he is still a lord of the invincible immortal realm. If the burning demon in front of you succeeds, then the entire flame hell will have no place for them.
Maybe they will all die under this Burning Demon.
"The Burning Demon, it is the damn Burning Demon, it will appear in this place, and it will be here?!" At this moment, the Rock Lord saw Xia Ping's appearance, but from the depths of his heart, there was a violent rage. , Felt the unprecedented anger, it was like the enemy met, extremely jealous.
"Oh, Lord of the Rock, don't you know that this Burning Demon can't succeed?"
The monsters such as the Swamp Lord looked at the Rock Lord.
"Of course I recognize it, even if it turns to ashes, this seat recognizes it."
The Rock Lord snorted coldly: "It was this traitor who killed my confidant General Ye Shisan, caused the Pioneer Camp to rebel, and even destroyed the Yasha Legion, causing me to lose a lot of Rock City, and I share it with him. Hatred!"
"Could it be that our Swamp Legion was also destroyed by it?"
The Swamp Lord also thought about what happened before. In order to compete for a vein of the underworld stone, the swamp legion was destroyed. It used to think that it was the Lord of the Rock, but now it seems that the Burning Demon did it.
"This bastard must have done it."
The Rock Lord gritted his teeth and said: "It is estimated that it is a little bit short of being promoted to the Immortal Realm. When he sees a vein of Netherstone appearing, he can no longer control it, so he hurts his killer, plunders the vein of Netherstone, and strengthens himself."
It felt that it had seen through the calculations of the Burning Demon at once, and had previously become its own subordinates pretending to be benevolent, and the purpose was to use its own strength to collect cultivation resources.
Now that the resources were in hand, he kicked it away and dug its corners by the way, causing it to suffer heavy losses.
Thinking of these things, Lord Rock became even more annoyed.