Murong Yuanlai's ribs extended from both sides of his body, making him look like a weird spider. The two arms are the two longest legs of this spider. At this time, it looks more like a monster than a monster.
An Zheng's eyes flashed, and he punched eight times in a row.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
A wall of bones appeared in front of Murong Yuanlai. Layers of bones were piled up densely. At first it was like a shield, but gradually there were more and more layers, forming a wall that was getting bigger and thicker. wall. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword struck the bone wall. Because An Zheng's strength was about to run out and he failed to split the bone wall, the Broken Army Sword got stuck in the bone wall.
Countless magic weapons began to fight back, and the number was more than the bones shot by two Murong Yuanlai. In the sky, there seemed to be countless miniature warships from the two hostile countries fighting each other. Bones and magic weapons were passing by, shining brightly.
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
An Zheng's two punches failed to injure Murong Yuanlai. This man's body had completely mutated. Some people achieve success because they are obsessed with one thing, such as the Yizijian encountered by An Zheng, and now Murong Yuanlai. Of these two people, one specializes in swordsmanship and only practices one word of swordsmanship. The other one sacrificed his body into a magic weapon.
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
A five-pointed star appeared in mid-air, followed by a huge black shadow appearing behind An Zheng. The phantom solidified quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into another Murong Yuanlai.
Many people in the Youguo Shenhui practice the art of runes. Perhaps it was because the leader of the Shenhui, Xing Wuming, was a master of runes, so his subordinates followed him. Even if they didn't like the complicated and trivial runes, they still forced themselves to practice. But most of this kind of practice has no success. The art of runes has stricter physical requirements and cannot be practiced by just any practitioner.
A total of eight ribs shot out from Murong Yuanlai's body, and the eight ribs arrived in front of An Zheng in an instant like throwing spears.
"help me!"
When An Zheng first fought against Murong Yuanlai, he felt this aura of death. Now that he saw those will-o'-the-wisps spitting out, An Zheng finally realized... Those were real will-o'-the-wisps, and they were also the power from hell. It is said that there is a pool of fire in hell, and all those who have sinned will be thrown into the pool of fire and burned beyond recognition. But that was just a rumor after all. An Zheng suspected that Murong Yuanlai's will-o'-the-wisp was made by refining dead people.
A wall of bones appeared in front of Murong Yuanlai. Layers of bones were piled up densely. At first it was like a shield, but gradually there were more and more layers, forming a wall that was getting bigger and thicker. wall. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword struck the bone wall. Because An Zheng's strength was about to run out and he failed to split the bone wall, the Broken Army Sword got stuck in the bone wall.
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
A five-pointed star appeared in mid-air, followed by a huge black shadow appearing behind An Zheng. The phantom solidified quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into another Murong Yuanlai.
Du Shaoshou's original words were that An Zheng was a glutton and had no taboos and would eat anything. He wants good treasures, and he also wants defective ones.
An Zheng's eyes flashed, and he punched eight times in a row.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
"help me!"
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
An Zheng stretched out his two hands at the same time, and Zhengdao Chunyang appeared on both hands.
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
An Zheng cut off one of Murong Yuanlai's arms with a sword: "Now that we have discovered this, what we have to do is to identify which one is your true body."
"Disperse!"
Those are twin trees of two lifetimes. An Zheng's cultivation power is no longer enough to support him to travel freely, so he can only rely on the twin trees of two lifetimes to set coordinates to teleport himself out. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also arrived outside, and then struck down with his sword.
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
Each of those bones is as thick as a tree trunk, but the top is extremely sharp. These bones extended from the soles of Murong Yuanlai's feet, and then traveled underground, eventually forming a prison-like structure that surrounded An Zheng.
Many people in the Youguo Shenhui practice the art of runes. Perhaps it was because the leader of the Shenhui, Xing Wuming, was a master of runes, so his subordinates followed him. Even if they didn't like the complicated and trivial runes, they still forced themselves to practice. But most of this kind of practice has no success. The art of runes has stricter physical requirements and cannot be practiced by just any practitioner.
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
It was not difficult for An Zheng to escape, but An Zheng had never thought about leaving. An Zheng, who has experienced two lives, understands better than anyone else that the best way to grow yourself, improve your realm, and strengthen your fighting power is to keep fighting. There are few secret realms in this world, and tempering like the Thunder Pond may never happen again. And every battle can be regarded as an experience in the secret realm.
It was not difficult for An Zheng to escape, but An Zheng had never thought about leaving. An Zheng, who has experienced two lives, understands better than anyone else that the best way to grow yourself, improve your realm, and strengthen your fighting power is to keep fighting. There are few secret realms in this world, and tempering like the Thunder Pond may never happen again. And every battle can be regarded as an experience in the secret realm.
A five-pointed star appeared in mid-air, followed by a huge black shadow appearing behind An Zheng. The phantom solidified quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into another Murong Yuanlai.
Many people in the Youguo Shenhui practice the art of runes. Perhaps it was because the leader of the Shenhui, Xing Wuming, was a master of runes, so his subordinates followed him. Even if they didn't like the complicated and trivial runes, they still forced themselves to practice. But most of this kind of practice has no success. The art of runes has stricter physical requirements and cannot be practiced by just any practitioner.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
[Spell: Clone]
An Zheng pursued him relentlessly, but this time it was Murong Yuanlai who kept dodging and dodging, not daring to confront An Zheng. His heart was injured. Although he had tempered his body and his heart was no longer the most fatal part, such damage was still unbearable.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
Two identical huge and weird Murong Yuanlai surrounded An Zheng. In an instant, countless bones shot out from the bodies of the two Murong Yuanlai hit An Zheng like a rainstorm. These bones have been sacrificed and refined, and each one is comparable to a magic weapon.
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
An Zheng's two punches failed to injure Murong Yuanlai. This man's body had completely mutated. Some people achieve success because they are obsessed with one thing, such as the Yizijian encountered by An Zheng, and now Murong Yuanlai. Of these two people, one specializes in swordsmanship and only practices one word of swordsmanship. The other one sacrificed his body into a magic weapon.
An Zheng summoned the Holy Fish Scales back. Now An Zheng has a total of twenty-seven Holy Fish Scales, nine of which are left in Changdeng City. Now the remaining eighteen are spinning like windmills, turning those bones Block and fly out.
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
A wailing sound appeared, and Murong Yuanlai, who had been stabbed in the heart before, quickly shrank in size and returned to his original appearance.
An Zheng summoned the Holy Fish Scales back. Now An Zheng has a total of twenty-seven Holy Fish Scales, nine of which are left in Changdeng City. Now the remaining eighteen are spinning like windmills, turning those bones Block and fly out.
"help me!"
An Zheng's eyes flashed, and he punched eight times in a row.
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
I thought it was over, but An Zheng teleported out again and returned to the previous Murong Yuanlai. The Broken Army Sword swept out and cut off Murong Yuanlai's neck. The huge head was carrying a A stream of blood flew out, like a meteor falling from the sky.
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
[Spell: Clone]
Murong Yuanlai's ribs extended from both sides of his body, making him look like a weird spider. The two arms are the two longest legs of this spider. At this time, it looks more like a monster than a monster.
But An Zheng disappeared again. The Twin Trees sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai on the opposite side, and his fist hit Murong Yuanlai's face with a bang. This time, there are no bones in the way.
Murong Yuanlai's ribs extended from both sides of his body, making him look like a weird spider. The two arms are the two longest legs of this spider. At this time, it looks more like a monster than a monster.
Du Shaoshou's original words were that An Zheng was a glutton and had no taboos and would eat anything. He wants good treasures, and he also wants defective ones.
An Zheng shook his hand and shot out a green light, which shot out from the hole. Murong Yuanlai immediately dodged, not knowing what An Zheng hit.
An Zheng observed for a while, looking for the connection between the two Murong Yuanlai. But it seems that there is no difference between the two people. One takes action first, and the other follows closely. Moreover, the two Murong Yuanlai kept changing their positions, making it easy for people to confuse which one was the main body and which one was the clone. The violent attack caused the surrounding earth to be baptized, and the dust stirred up and flew to high places.
It was not difficult for An Zheng to escape, but An Zheng had never thought about leaving. An Zheng, who has experienced two lives, understands better than anyone else that the best way to grow yourself, improve your realm, and strengthen your fighting power is to keep fighting. There are few secret realms in this world, and tempering like the Thunder Pond may never happen again. And every battle can be regarded as an experience in the secret realm.
At that moment, the breath of death struck again.
Murong Yuanlai's ribs extended from both sides of his body, making him look like a weird spider. The two arms are the two longest legs of this spider. At this time, it looks more like a monster than a monster.
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
Countless magic weapons began to fight back, and the number was more than the bones shot by two Murong Yuanlai. In the sky, there seemed to be countless miniature warships from the two hostile countries fighting each other. Bones and magic weapons were passing by, shining brightly.
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
An Zheng sneered: "You want it? Just give it to you!"
He even built a furnace, but gave up because he couldn't condense the flames.
Especially in adversity, it can temper a person's will.
A wailing sound appeared, and Murong Yuanlai, who had been stabbed in the heart before, quickly shrank in size and returned to his original appearance.
But An Zheng disappeared again. The Twin Trees sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai on the opposite side, and his fist hit Murong Yuanlai's face with a bang. This time, there are no bones in the way.
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
Each of those bones is as thick as a tree trunk, but the top is extremely sharp. These bones extended from the soles of Murong Yuanlai's feet, and then traveled underground, eventually forming a prison-like structure that surrounded An Zheng.
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
When all the darkness and all the evil spirits are illuminated by the scorching sun, they will have nothing to hide. There were two suns in An Zheng's hands. Under the blazing light and temperature, the will-o'-the-wisps could not advance. However, Zhengdao Chunyang is a technique second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei. Not only is its power second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei, but it also consumes the power of cultivation. The will-o'-the-wisps kept spraying out, and An Zheng's pure Yang, the righteous path, kept irradiating the will-wisps and disappeared.
Murong Yuanlai roared, then opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black fire towards An Zheng.
An Zheng relied on the defense of the Holy Fish Scale for the time being. He looked at the dense bones smashing around him and frowned slightly. Murong Yuanlai is a strange enemy. After refining his body, he has absolute defense and powerful offensive means. His two hands are heavy hammers, and those bones are thorns.
A total of eight ribs shot out from Murong Yuanlai's body, and the eight ribs arrived in front of An Zheng in an instant like throwing spears.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
Murong Yuanlai laughed loudly: "You still have no strength after all. If I kill you, I can go back and recover, and all your magic weapons will be mine."
An Zheng's eyes flashed, and he punched eight times in a row.
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
"Evil magic!"
An Zheng observed for a while, looking for the connection between the two Murong Yuanlai. But it seems that there is no difference between the two people. One takes action first, and the other follows closely. Moreover, the two Murong Yuanlai kept changing their positions, making it easy for people to confuse which one was the main body and which one was the clone. The violent attack caused the surrounding earth to be baptized, and the dust stirred up and flew to high places.
Those are twin trees of two lifetimes. An Zheng's cultivation power is no longer enough to support him to travel freely, so he can only rely on the twin trees of two lifetimes to set coordinates to teleport himself out. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also arrived outside, and then struck down with his sword.
Many people in the Youguo Shenhui practice the art of runes. Perhaps it was because the leader of the Shenhui, Xing Wuming, was a master of runes, so his subordinates followed him. Even if they didn't like the complicated and trivial runes, they still forced themselves to practice. But most of this kind of practice has no success. The art of runes has stricter physical requirements and cannot be practiced by just any practitioner.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
"Evil magic!"
An Zheng shook his hand and shot out a green light, which shot out from the hole. Murong Yuanlai immediately dodged, not knowing what An Zheng hit.
Murong Yuanlai roared, then opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black fire towards An Zheng.
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
Countless magic weapons began to fight back, and the number was more than the bones shot by two Murong Yuanlai. In the sky, there seemed to be countless miniature warships from the two hostile countries fighting each other. Bones and magic weapons were passing by, shining brightly.
"Evil magic!"
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
When An Zheng was surrounded by thick bones, Murong Yuanlai's hands formed seals again. On the bones surrounding An Zheng, densely packed runes instantly appeared, spread like spider webs. Then a ghostly face appeared on each bone. The ghostly face had no eyes, nose, or ears, only a bloody mouth. All the ghost faces opened their mouths and spit out black flames towards An Zheng.
An Zheng cut off one of Murong Yuanlai's arms with a sword: "Now that we have discovered this, what we have to do is to identify which one is your true body."
"Disperse!"
An Zheng's sword was faster than the other, and Murong Yuanlai became embarrassed.
But An Zheng disappeared again. The Twin Trees sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai on the opposite side, and his fist hit Murong Yuanlai's face with a bang. This time, there are no bones in the way.
Each of those bones is as thick as a tree trunk, but the top is extremely sharp. These bones extended from the soles of Murong Yuanlai's feet, and then traveled underground, eventually forming a prison-like structure that surrounded An Zheng.
An Zheng stretched out his two hands at the same time, and Zhengdao Chunyang appeared on both hands.
"help me!"
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
Du Shaoshou's original words were that An Zheng was a glutton and had no taboos and would eat anything. He wants good treasures, and he also wants defective ones.
"Spell: Will-o'-the-wisp burn!"
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
An Zheng raised his left hand, and the Zhengdao Pure Yang in his hand formed a round ball of light, blocking all the black fire. The righteous pure yang in his right hand retreated outwards. The righteous pure yang turned into countless light arrows. They were not shot out in scattered directions, but aimed at a single point.
Two identical huge and weird Murong Yuanlai surrounded An Zheng. In an instant, countless bones shot out from the bodies of the two Murong Yuanlai hit An Zheng like a rainstorm. These bones have been sacrificed and refined, and each one is comparable to a magic weapon.
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
Du Shaoshou's original words were that An Zheng was a glutton and had no taboos and would eat anything. He wants good treasures, and he also wants defective ones.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
An Zheng's sword was faster than the other, and Murong Yuanlai became embarrassed.
It seems that they are about the same for the time being, but An Zheng's cultivation power is rapidly decreasing. After all, the power of cultivation supplemented by golden elixir is not the power of one's own cultivation.
When An Zheng was surrounded by thick bones, Murong Yuanlai's hands formed seals again. On the bones surrounding An Zheng, densely packed runes instantly appeared, spread like spider webs. Then a ghostly face appeared on each bone. The ghostly face had no eyes, nose, or ears, only a bloody mouth. All the ghost faces opened their mouths and spit out black flames towards An Zheng.
Murong, who was retreating violently, quickly formed seals with his hands, and then a rune appeared in front of him, with a flash of golden light. However, no skeleton appeared in Chongta's body. An Zheng had already reacted when he saw Murong Yuan coming to form a seal, but nothing happened. Just when An Zheng was slightly surprised, countless bones emerged from the ground around him.
Those are twin trees of two lifetimes. An Zheng's cultivation power is no longer enough to support him to travel freely, so he can only rely on the twin trees of two lifetimes to set coordinates to teleport himself out. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also arrived outside, and then struck down with his sword.
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
"Spell: Will-o'-the-wisp burn!"
An Zheng raised his left hand, and the Zhengdao Pure Yang in his hand formed a round ball of light, blocking all the black fire. The righteous pure yang in his right hand retreated outwards. The righteous pure yang turned into countless light arrows. They were not shot out in scattered directions, but aimed at a single point.
Murong Yuanlai laughed loudly: "You still have no strength after all. If I kill you, I can go back and recover, and all your magic weapons will be mine."
He even built a furnace, but gave up because he couldn't condense the flames.
An Zheng sneered: "You want it? Just give it to you!"
Each of those bones is as thick as a tree trunk, but the top is extremely sharp. These bones extended from the soles of Murong Yuanlai's feet, and then traveled underground, eventually forming a prison-like structure that surrounded An Zheng.
ah!
When An Zheng was surrounded by thick bones, Murong Yuanlai's hands formed seals again. On the bones surrounding An Zheng, densely packed runes instantly appeared, spread like spider webs. Then a ghostly face appeared on each bone. The ghostly face had no eyes, nose, or ears, only a bloody mouth. All the ghost faces opened their mouths and spit out black flames towards An Zheng.
Countless magic weapons began to fight back, and the number was more than the bones shot by two Murong Yuanlai. In the sky, there seemed to be countless miniature warships from the two hostile countries fighting each other. Bones and magic weapons were passing by, shining brightly.
Murong Yuanlai laughed loudly: "You still have no strength after all. If I kill you, I can go back and recover, and all your magic weapons will be mine."
It seems that they are about the same for the time being, but An Zheng's cultivation power is rapidly decreasing. After all, the power of cultivation supplemented by golden elixir is not the power of one's own cultivation.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
An Zheng observed while fighting fiercely, and then suddenly attacked Murong Yuanlai with all the magic weapons.
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
Many people in the Youguo Shenhui practice the art of runes. Perhaps it was because the leader of the Shenhui, Xing Wuming, was a master of runes, so his subordinates followed him. Even if they didn't like the complicated and trivial runes, they still forced themselves to practice. But most of this kind of practice has no success. The art of runes has stricter physical requirements and cannot be practiced by just any practitioner.
It was as if all the bones in Murong Yuanlai's body were stretched out, forming a dense defensive network. The intersecting bones looked like a messy but dense fence, which was particularly eerie. Almost all the magical weapons were blocked, and there seemed to be no flaws in the defense.
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
But An Zheng disappeared again. The Twin Trees sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai on the opposite side, and his fist hit Murong Yuanlai's face with a bang. This time, there are no bones in the way.
Murong Yuanlai's body flew backwards, as if he suddenly lost his reaction. Naturally, An Zheng would not give up such an opportunity. He activated the Twin Trees of Two Lifetimes again, summoned the Broken Army Sword, and pierced Murong Yuanlai's heart with one sword.
Murong Yuanlai roared, his face as white as snow.
But at this moment, An Zheng's body suddenly appeared in front of another Murong Yuanlai and punched him.
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
An Zheng relied on the defense of the Holy Fish Scale for the time being. He looked at the dense bones smashing around him and frowned slightly. Murong Yuanlai is a strange enemy. After refining his body, he has absolute defense and powerful offensive means. His two hands are heavy hammers, and those bones are thorns.
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
Each of those bones is as thick as a tree trunk, but the top is extremely sharp. These bones extended from the soles of Murong Yuanlai's feet, and then traveled underground, eventually forming a prison-like structure that surrounded An Zheng.
The first light arrow shot out one meter and was burned by black fire. The second one continued to move forward along the same line, advancing to two meters, and the light arrow disappeared. The third arrow, the fourth arrow, and the fifth arrow finally broke through the black fire and shot through a hole.
At that moment, the breath of death struck again.
An Zheng raised his left hand, and the Zhengdao Pure Yang in his hand formed a round ball of light, blocking all the black fire. The righteous pure yang in his right hand retreated outwards. The righteous pure yang turned into countless light arrows. They were not shot out in scattered directions, but aimed at a single point.
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
An Zheng shook his hand and shot out a green light, which shot out from the hole. Murong Yuanlai immediately dodged, not knowing what An Zheng hit.
A five-pointed star appeared in mid-air, followed by a huge black shadow appearing behind An Zheng. The phantom solidified quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into another Murong Yuanlai.
When An Zheng was surrounded by thick bones, Murong Yuanlai's hands formed seals again. On the bones surrounding An Zheng, densely packed runes instantly appeared, spread like spider webs. Then a ghostly face appeared on each bone. The ghostly face had no eyes, nose, or ears, only a bloody mouth. All the ghost faces opened their mouths and spit out black flames towards An Zheng.
ah!
But An Zheng disappeared again. The Twin Trees sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai on the opposite side, and his fist hit Murong Yuanlai's face with a bang. This time, there are no bones in the way.
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
But An Zheng disappeared again. The Twin Trees sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai on the opposite side, and his fist hit Murong Yuanlai's face with a bang. This time, there are no bones in the way.
An Zheng observed for a while, looking for the connection between the two Murong Yuanlai. But it seems that there is no difference between the two people. One takes action first, and the other follows closely. Moreover, the two Murong Yuanlai kept changing their positions, making it easy for people to confuse which one was the main body and which one was the clone. The violent attack caused the surrounding earth to be baptized, and the dust stirred up and flew to high places.
Du Shaoshou's original words were that An Zheng was a glutton and had no taboos and would eat anything. He wants good treasures, and he also wants defective ones.
Murong Yuanlai laughed loudly: "You still have no strength after all. If I kill you, I can go back and recover, and all your magic weapons will be mine."
Murong Yuanlai's body flew backwards, as if he suddenly lost his reaction. Naturally, An Zheng would not give up such an opportunity. He activated the Twin Trees of Two Lifetimes again, summoned the Broken Army Sword, and pierced Murong Yuanlai's heart with one sword.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
An Zheng's sword was faster than the other, and Murong Yuanlai became embarrassed.
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
An Zheng frowned slightly, took out a golden elixir from the blood bead bracelet, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
An Zheng stretched out his two hands at the same time, and Zhengdao Chunyang appeared on both hands.
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
An Zheng's sword was faster than the other, and Murong Yuanlai became embarrassed.
I thought it was over, but An Zheng teleported out again and returned to the previous Murong Yuanlai. The Broken Army Sword swept out and cut off Murong Yuanlai's neck. The huge head was carrying a A stream of blood flew out, like a meteor falling from the sky.
"Disperse!"
Murong Yuanlai's body flew backwards, as if he suddenly lost his reaction. Naturally, An Zheng would not give up such an opportunity. He activated the Twin Trees of Two Lifetimes again, summoned the Broken Army Sword, and pierced Murong Yuanlai's heart with one sword.
"help me!"
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
Murong Yuanlai laughed loudly: "You still have no strength after all. If I kill you, I can go back and recover, and all your magic weapons will be mine."
After eating a golden elixir, An Zheng's body instantly regained some strength.
ah!
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
But at this moment, An Zheng's body suddenly appeared in front of another Murong Yuanlai and punched him.
An Zheng's two punches failed to injure Murong Yuanlai. This man's body had completely mutated. Some people achieve success because they are obsessed with one thing, such as the Yizijian encountered by An Zheng, and now Murong Yuanlai. Of these two people, one specializes in swordsmanship and only practices one word of swordsmanship. The other one sacrificed his body into a magic weapon.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
After eating a golden elixir, An Zheng's body instantly regained some strength.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
A wailing sound appeared, and Murong Yuanlai, who had been stabbed in the heart before, quickly shrank in size and returned to his original appearance.
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
A wailing sound appeared, and Murong Yuanlai, who had been stabbed in the heart before, quickly shrank in size and returned to his original appearance.
I thought it was over, but An Zheng teleported out again and returned to the previous Murong Yuanlai. The Broken Army Sword swept out and cut off Murong Yuanlai's neck. The huge head was carrying a A stream of blood flew out, like a meteor falling from the sky.
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
"Spell: Will-o'-the-wisp burn!"
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
At that moment, the breath of death struck again.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
Murong, who was retreating violently, quickly formed seals with his hands, and then a rune appeared in front of him, with a flash of golden light. However, no skeleton appeared in Chongta's body. An Zheng had already reacted when he saw Murong Yuan coming to form a seal, but nothing happened. Just when An Zheng was slightly surprised, countless bones emerged from the ground around him.
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
Countless magic weapons began to fight back, and the number was more than the bones shot by two Murong Yuanlai. In the sky, there seemed to be countless miniature warships from the two hostile countries fighting each other. Bones and magic weapons were passing by, shining brightly.
"I've seen through you."
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
Many people in the Youguo Shenhui practice the art of runes. Perhaps it was because the leader of the Shenhui, Xing Wuming, was a master of runes, so his subordinates followed him. Even if they didn't like the complicated and trivial runes, they still forced themselves to practice. But most of this kind of practice has no success. The art of runes has stricter physical requirements and cannot be practiced by just any practitioner.
An Zheng stretched out his two hands at the same time, and Zhengdao Chunyang appeared on both hands.
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
An Zheng pursued him relentlessly, but this time it was Murong Yuanlai who kept dodging and dodging, not daring to confront An Zheng. His heart was injured. Although he had tempered his body and his heart was no longer the most fatal part, such damage was still unbearable.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
An Zheng frowned slightly, took out a golden elixir from the blood bead bracelet, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
An Zheng frowned slightly, took out a golden elixir from the blood bead bracelet, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
An Zheng cut off one of Murong Yuanlai's arms with a sword: "Now that we have discovered this, what we have to do is to identify which one is your true body."
At that moment, the breath of death struck again.
Murong Yuanlai's body flew backwards, as if he suddenly lost his reaction. Naturally, An Zheng would not give up such an opportunity. He activated the Twin Trees of Two Lifetimes again, summoned the Broken Army Sword, and pierced Murong Yuanlai's heart with one sword.
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
An Zheng's sword was faster than the other, and Murong Yuanlai became embarrassed.
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
When all the darkness and all the evil spirits are illuminated by the scorching sun, they will have nothing to hide. There were two suns in An Zheng's hands. Under the blazing light and temperature, the will-o'-the-wisps could not advance. However, Zhengdao Chunyang is a technique second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei. Not only is its power second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei, but it also consumes the power of cultivation. The will-o'-the-wisps kept spraying out, and An Zheng's pure Yang, the righteous path, kept irradiating the will-wisps and disappeared.
A total of eight ribs shot out from Murong Yuanlai's body, and the eight ribs arrived in front of An Zheng in an instant like throwing spears.
A wall of bones appeared in front of Murong Yuanlai. Layers of bones were piled up densely. At first it was like a shield, but gradually there were more and more layers, forming a wall that was getting bigger and thicker. wall. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword struck the bone wall. Because An Zheng's strength was about to run out and he failed to split the bone wall, the Broken Army Sword got stuck in the bone wall.
"help me!"
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
He even built a furnace, but gave up because he couldn't condense the flames.
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
Murong Yuanlai roared, his face as white as snow.
It was as if all the bones in Murong Yuanlai's body were stretched out, forming a dense defensive network. The intersecting bones looked like a messy but dense fence, which was particularly eerie. Almost all the magical weapons were blocked, and there seemed to be no flaws in the defense.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
Originally, the remaining Shenhui practitioners hid far away because they were worried that they would be accidentally killed. At this time, they all rushed over after hearing Murong Yuanlai's call.
"Disperse!"
Over the years, An Zheng has collected a mind-numbing number of such magical artifacts. When he was with Mr. Huo, An Zheng would also ask for advice on making weapons. For those low-level magic weapons that could be repaired by himself, An Zheng would try to do it himself.
An Zheng frowned slightly, took out a golden elixir from the blood bead bracelet, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
An Zheng observed for a while, looking for the connection between the two Murong Yuanlai. But it seems that there is no difference between the two people. One takes action first, and the other follows closely. Moreover, the two Murong Yuanlai kept changing their positions, making it easy for people to confuse which one was the main body and which one was the clone. The violent attack caused the surrounding earth to be baptized, and the dust stirred up and flew to high places.
"help me!"
A total of eight ribs shot out from Murong Yuanlai's body, and the eight ribs arrived in front of An Zheng in an instant like throwing spears.
An Zheng's sword was faster than the other, and Murong Yuanlai became embarrassed.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
The first light arrow shot out one meter and was burned by black fire. The second one continued to move forward along the same line, advancing to two meters, and the light arrow disappeared. The third arrow, the fourth arrow, and the fifth arrow finally broke through the black fire and shot through a hole.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
An Zheng's eyes flashed, and he punched eight times in a row.
Those are twin trees of two lifetimes. An Zheng's cultivation power is no longer enough to support him to travel freely, so he can only rely on the twin trees of two lifetimes to set coordinates to teleport himself out. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also arrived outside, and then struck down with his sword.
I thought it was over, but An Zheng teleported out again and returned to the previous Murong Yuanlai. The Broken Army Sword swept out and cut off Murong Yuanlai's neck. The huge head was carrying a A stream of blood flew out, like a meteor falling from the sky.
After eating a golden elixir, An Zheng's body instantly regained some strength.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
A five-pointed star appeared in mid-air, followed by a huge black shadow appearing behind An Zheng. The phantom solidified quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into another Murong Yuanlai.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
An Zheng observed while fighting fiercely, and then suddenly attacked Murong Yuanlai with all the magic weapons.
An Zheng relied on the defense of the Holy Fish Scale for the time being. He looked at the dense bones smashing around him and frowned slightly. Murong Yuanlai is a strange enemy. After refining his body, he has absolute defense and powerful offensive means. His two hands are heavy hammers, and those bones are thorns.
An Zheng observed while fighting fiercely, and then suddenly attacked Murong Yuanlai with all the magic weapons.
But An Zheng disappeared again. The Twin Trees sent An Zheng to Murong Yuanlai on the opposite side, and his fist hit Murong Yuanlai's face with a bang. This time, there are no bones in the way.
An Zheng's speed became faster and faster, and Murong Yuanlai could only rush into the crowd of his men to escape. How could the remaining cultivators be An Zheng's opponents? An Zheng almost crushed them all the way. Fighting his way through the crowd, hot pursuit.
Especially in adversity, it can temper a person's will.
An Zheng observed while fighting fiercely, and then suddenly attacked Murong Yuanlai with all the magic weapons.
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
An Zheng observed while fighting fiercely, and then suddenly attacked Murong Yuanlai with all the magic weapons.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
ah!
An Zheng's sword was faster than the other, and Murong Yuanlai became embarrassed.
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
A five-pointed star appeared in mid-air, followed by a huge black shadow appearing behind An Zheng. The phantom solidified quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into another Murong Yuanlai.
Each of those bones is as thick as a tree trunk, but the top is extremely sharp. These bones extended from the soles of Murong Yuanlai's feet, and then traveled underground, eventually forming a prison-like structure that surrounded An Zheng.
An Zheng's eyes flashed, and he punched eight times in a row.
Murong, who was retreating violently, quickly formed seals with his hands, and then a rune appeared in front of him, with a flash of golden light. However, no skeleton appeared in Chongta's body. An Zheng had already reacted when he saw Murong Yuan coming to form a seal, but nothing happened. Just when An Zheng was slightly surprised, countless bones emerged from the ground around him.
Du Shaoshou's original words were that An Zheng was a glutton and had no taboos and would eat anything. He wants good treasures, and he also wants defective ones.
After eating a golden elixir, An Zheng's body instantly regained some strength.
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
ah!
Each of those bones is as thick as a tree trunk, but the top is extremely sharp. These bones extended from the soles of Murong Yuanlai's feet, and then traveled underground, eventually forming a prison-like structure that surrounded An Zheng.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
An Zheng raised his left hand, and the Zhengdao Pure Yang in his hand formed a round ball of light, blocking all the black fire. The righteous pure yang in his right hand retreated outwards. The righteous pure yang turned into countless light arrows. They were not shot out in scattered directions, but aimed at a single point.
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
When An Zheng first fought against Murong Yuanlai, he felt this aura of death. Now that he saw those will-o'-the-wisps spitting out, An Zheng finally realized... Those were real will-o'-the-wisps, and they were also the power from hell. It is said that there is a pool of fire in hell, and all those who have sinned will be thrown into the pool of fire and burned beyond recognition. But that was just a rumor after all. An Zheng suspected that Murong Yuanlai's will-o'-the-wisp was made by refining dead people.
An Zheng cut off one of Murong Yuanlai's arms with a sword: "Now that we have discovered this, what we have to do is to identify which one is your true body."
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
"Spell: Will-o'-the-wisp burn!"
"Spell: Bone Prison!"
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
When An Zheng was surrounded by thick bones, Murong Yuanlai's hands formed seals again. On the bones surrounding An Zheng, densely packed runes instantly appeared, spread like spider webs. Then a ghostly face appeared on each bone. The ghostly face had no eyes, nose, or ears, only a bloody mouth. All the ghost faces opened their mouths and spit out black flames towards An Zheng.
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
An Zheng observed while fighting fiercely, and then suddenly attacked Murong Yuanlai with all the magic weapons.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
"Disperse!"
At that moment, the breath of death struck again.
Murong, who was retreating violently, quickly formed seals with his hands, and then a rune appeared in front of him, with a flash of golden light. However, no skeleton appeared in Chongta's body. An Zheng had already reacted when he saw Murong Yuan coming to form a seal, but nothing happened. Just when An Zheng was slightly surprised, countless bones emerged from the ground around him.
An Zheng raised his left hand, and the Zhengdao Pure Yang in his hand formed a round ball of light, blocking all the black fire. The righteous pure yang in his right hand retreated outwards. The righteous pure yang turned into countless light arrows. They were not shot out in scattered directions, but aimed at a single point.
A wailing sound appeared, and Murong Yuanlai, who had been stabbed in the heart before, quickly shrank in size and returned to his original appearance.
[Spell: Clone]
Especially in adversity, it can temper a person's will.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
When An Zheng first fought against Murong Yuanlai, he felt this aura of death. Now that he saw those will-o'-the-wisps spitting out, An Zheng finally realized... Those were real will-o'-the-wisps, and they were also the power from hell. It is said that there is a pool of fire in hell, and all those who have sinned will be thrown into the pool of fire and burned beyond recognition. But that was just a rumor after all. An Zheng suspected that Murong Yuanlai's will-o'-the-wisp was made by refining dead people.
Two identical huge and weird Murong Yuanlai surrounded An Zheng. In an instant, countless bones shot out from the bodies of the two Murong Yuanlai hit An Zheng like a rainstorm. These bones have been sacrificed and refined, and each one is comparable to a magic weapon.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
An Zheng's speed became faster and faster, and Murong Yuanlai could only rush into the crowd of his men to escape. How could the remaining cultivators be An Zheng's opponents? An Zheng almost crushed them all the way. Fighting his way through the crowd, hot pursuit.
The first light arrow shot out one meter and was burned by black fire. The second one continued to move forward along the same line, advancing to two meters, and the light arrow disappeared. The third arrow, the fourth arrow, and the fifth arrow finally broke through the black fire and shot through a hole.
"Disperse!"
"Evil magic!"
"Spell: Will-o'-the-wisp burn!"
Many people in the Youguo Shenhui practice the art of runes. Perhaps it was because the leader of the Shenhui, Xing Wuming, was a master of runes, so his subordinates followed him. Even if they didn't like the complicated and trivial runes, they still forced themselves to practice. But most of this kind of practice has no success. The art of runes has stricter physical requirements and cannot be practiced by just any practitioner.
An Zheng pursued him relentlessly, but this time it was Murong Yuanlai who kept dodging and dodging, not daring to confront An Zheng. His heart was injured. Although he had tempered his body and his heart was no longer the most fatal part, such damage was still unbearable.
An Zheng summoned the Holy Fish Scales back. Now An Zheng has a total of twenty-seven Holy Fish Scales, nine of which are left in Changdeng City. Now the remaining eighteen are spinning like windmills, turning those bones Block and fly out.
An Zheng stretched out his two hands at the same time, and Zhengdao Chunyang appeared on both hands.
An Zheng frowned slightly, took out a golden elixir from the blood bead bracelet, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
An Zheng relied on the defense of the Holy Fish Scale for the time being. He looked at the dense bones smashing around him and frowned slightly. Murong Yuanlai is a strange enemy. After refining his body, he has absolute defense and powerful offensive means. His two hands are heavy hammers, and those bones are thorns.
When all the darkness and all the evil spirits are illuminated by the scorching sun, they will have nothing to hide. There were two suns in An Zheng's hands. Under the blazing light and temperature, the will-o'-the-wisps could not advance. However, Zhengdao Chunyang is a technique second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei. Not only is its power second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei, but it also consumes the power of cultivation. The will-o'-the-wisps kept spraying out, and An Zheng's pure Yang, the righteous path, kept irradiating the will-wisps and disappeared.
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
Those are twin trees of two lifetimes. An Zheng's cultivation power is no longer enough to support him to travel freely, so he can only rely on the twin trees of two lifetimes to set coordinates to teleport himself out. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also arrived outside, and then struck down with his sword.
An Zheng shook his hand and shot out a green light, which shot out from the hole. Murong Yuanlai immediately dodged, not knowing what An Zheng hit.
But at this moment, An Zheng's body suddenly appeared in front of another Murong Yuanlai and punched him.
An Zheng cut off one of Murong Yuanlai's arms with a sword: "Now that we have discovered this, what we have to do is to identify which one is your true body."
It seems that they are about the same for the time being, but An Zheng's cultivation power is rapidly decreasing. After all, the power of cultivation supplemented by golden elixir is not the power of one's own cultivation.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
At that moment, the breath of death struck again.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
ah!
An Zheng observed while fighting fiercely, and then suddenly attacked Murong Yuanlai with all the magic weapons.
I thought it was over, but An Zheng teleported out again and returned to the previous Murong Yuanlai. The Broken Army Sword swept out and cut off Murong Yuanlai's neck. The huge head was carrying a A stream of blood flew out, like a meteor falling from the sky.
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
Murong Yuanlai's body flew backwards, as if he suddenly lost his reaction. Naturally, An Zheng would not give up such an opportunity. He activated the Twin Trees of Two Lifetimes again, summoned the Broken Army Sword, and pierced Murong Yuanlai's heart with one sword.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
However, An Zheng's cultivation power was already running low, and now he was suppressed by two Murong Yuanlai from the Xiaoman realm. There was almost no hope of victory.
Murong Yuanlai roared, then opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black fire towards An Zheng.
Murong Yuanlai roared, then opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black fire towards An Zheng.
Those are twin trees of two lifetimes. An Zheng's cultivation power is no longer enough to support him to travel freely, so he can only rely on the twin trees of two lifetimes to set coordinates to teleport himself out. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also arrived outside, and then struck down with his sword.
"Spell: Will-o'-the-wisp burn!"
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
Murong Yuanlai roared, then opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black fire towards An Zheng.
And with the help of this momentary gap, Murong Yuanlai had already drawn a spell in mid-air.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
Especially in adversity, it can temper a person's will.
A wailing sound appeared, and Murong Yuanlai, who had been stabbed in the heart before, quickly shrank in size and returned to his original appearance.
An Zheng's speed became faster and faster, and Murong Yuanlai could only rush into the crowd of his men to escape. How could the remaining cultivators be An Zheng's opponents? An Zheng almost crushed them all the way. Fighting his way through the crowd, hot pursuit.
He even built a furnace, but gave up because he couldn't condense the flames.
A wall of bones appeared in front of Murong Yuanlai. Layers of bones were piled up densely. At first it was like a shield, but gradually there were more and more layers, forming a wall that was getting bigger and thicker. wall. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword struck the bone wall. Because An Zheng's strength was about to run out and he failed to split the bone wall, the Broken Army Sword got stuck in the bone wall.
An Zheng raised his left hand, and the Zhengdao Pure Yang in his hand formed a round ball of light, blocking all the black fire. The righteous pure yang in his right hand retreated outwards. The righteous pure yang turned into countless light arrows. They were not shot out in scattered directions, but aimed at a single point.
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
When all the darkness and all the evil spirits are illuminated by the scorching sun, they will have nothing to hide. There were two suns in An Zheng's hands. Under the blazing light and temperature, the will-o'-the-wisps could not advance. However, Zhengdao Chunyang is a technique second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei. Not only is its power second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei, but it also consumes the power of cultivation. The will-o'-the-wisps kept spraying out, and An Zheng's pure Yang, the righteous path, kept irradiating the will-wisps and disappeared.
Countless magic weapons began to fight back, and the number was more than the bones shot by two Murong Yuanlai. In the sky, there seemed to be countless miniature warships from the two hostile countries fighting each other. Bones and magic weapons were passing by, shining brightly.
[Spell: Clone]
In the dust and smoke, An Zheng seemed to be besieged by two monsters.
An Zheng pursued him relentlessly, but this time it was Murong Yuanlai who kept dodging and dodging, not daring to confront An Zheng. His heart was injured. Although he had tempered his body and his heart was no longer the most fatal part, such damage was still unbearable.
The first light arrow shot out one meter and was burned by black fire. The second one continued to move forward along the same line, advancing to two meters, and the light arrow disappeared. The third arrow, the fourth arrow, and the fifth arrow finally broke through the black fire and shot through a hole.
"Disperse!"
His fists were much stronger than ordinary steel, and his eight lightning-fast punches shattered eight ribs.
An Zheng shook his hand and shot out a green light, which shot out from the hole. Murong Yuanlai immediately dodged, not knowing what An Zheng hit.
"Disperse!"
It was not difficult for An Zheng to escape, but An Zheng had never thought about leaving. An Zheng, who has experienced two lives, understands better than anyone else that the best way to grow yourself, improve your realm, and strengthen your fighting power is to keep fighting. There are few secret realms in this world, and tempering like the Thunder Pond may never happen again. And every battle can be regarded as an experience in the secret realm.
Originally, the remaining Shenhui practitioners hid far away because they were worried that they would be accidentally killed. At this time, they all rushed over after hearing Murong Yuanlai's call.
An Zheng rushed over with his sword, while Murong Yuanlai quickly retreated.
ah!
Those are twin trees of two lifetimes. An Zheng's cultivation power is no longer enough to support him to travel freely, so he can only rely on the twin trees of two lifetimes to set coordinates to teleport himself out. When the green light appeared outside, An Zheng also arrived outside, and then struck down with his sword.
But at this moment, An Zheng's body suddenly appeared in front of another Murong Yuanlai and punched him.
Murong Yuanlai's body flew backwards, as if he suddenly lost his reaction. Naturally, An Zheng would not give up such an opportunity. He activated the Twin Trees of Two Lifetimes again, summoned the Broken Army Sword, and pierced Murong Yuanlai's heart with one sword.
After eating a golden elixir, An Zheng's body instantly regained some strength.
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
Originally, the remaining Shenhui practitioners hid far away because they were worried that they would be accidentally killed. At this time, they all rushed over after hearing Murong Yuanlai's call.
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
It seems that they are about the same for the time being, but An Zheng's cultivation power is rapidly decreasing. After all, the power of cultivation supplemented by golden elixir is not the power of one's own cultivation.
A wall of bones appeared in front of Murong Yuanlai. Layers of bones were piled up densely. At first it was like a shield, but gradually there were more and more layers, forming a wall that was getting bigger and thicker. wall. An Zheng's Broken Army Sword struck the bone wall. Because An Zheng's strength was about to run out and he failed to split the bone wall, the Broken Army Sword got stuck in the bone wall.
An Zheng frowned slightly, took out a golden elixir from the blood bead bracelet, opened his mouth and swallowed it.
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
"I've seen through you."
When An Zheng first fought against Murong Yuanlai, he felt this aura of death. Now that he saw those will-o'-the-wisps spitting out, An Zheng finally realized... Those were real will-o'-the-wisps, and they were also the power from hell. It is said that there is a pool of fire in hell, and all those who have sinned will be thrown into the pool of fire and burned beyond recognition. But that was just a rumor after all. An Zheng suspected that Murong Yuanlai's will-o'-the-wisp was made by refining dead people.
After defending for a full minute without counterattack, An Zheng finally started to move. The mountain of blood-bead bracelets flickered with light, and countless magic weapons were fired from An Zheng towards the two Murong Yuanlai. Those magical artifacts were collected by An Zheng over the years, and most of them were incomplete. In Du Shoushou's words, An Zheng didn't have the consciousness of being a treasure appraiser at all, and was more like a rag picker.
"help me!"
Murong Yuanlai roared, his face as white as snow.
An Zheng sneered: "You want it? Just give it to you!"
Murong Yuanlai laughed loudly: "You still have no strength after all. If I kill you, I can go back and recover, and all your magic weapons will be mine."
"I've seen through you."
An Zheng pursued him relentlessly, but this time it was Murong Yuanlai who kept dodging and dodging, not daring to confront An Zheng. His heart was injured. Although he had tempered his body and his heart was no longer the most fatal part, such damage was still unbearable.
ah!
"Your reaction time is indeed very fast, and your clone is also a real clone, but you only have one soul. Unlike other people's clones, you use the soul conversion method to control two bodies. This time is ten times One second."
Countless magic weapons began to fight back, and the number was more than the bones shot by two Murong Yuanlai. In the sky, there seemed to be countless miniature warships from the two hostile countries fighting each other. Bones and magic weapons were passing by, shining brightly.
When all the darkness and all the evil spirits are illuminated by the scorching sun, they will have nothing to hide. There were two suns in An Zheng's hands. Under the blazing light and temperature, the will-o'-the-wisps could not advance. However, Zhengdao Chunyang is a technique second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei. Not only is its power second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei, but it also consumes the power of cultivation. The will-o'-the-wisps kept spraying out, and An Zheng's pure Yang, the righteous path, kept irradiating the will-wisps and disappeared.
Murong Yuanlai, who was attacked by An Zheng, was obviously a little slow in his movements, although not even a tenth of a second. Just as An Zheng's fist was about to hit him, the bones extended again to form a defense.
An Zheng sneered: "You want it? Just give it to you!"
"Disperse!"
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.
When all the darkness and all the evil spirits are illuminated by the scorching sun, they will have nothing to hide. There were two suns in An Zheng's hands. Under the blazing light and temperature, the will-o'-the-wisps could not advance. However, Zhengdao Chunyang is a technique second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei. Not only is its power second only to Jiu Gang Tian Lei, but it also consumes the power of cultivation. The will-o'-the-wisps kept spraying out, and An Zheng's pure Yang, the righteous path, kept irradiating the will-wisps and disappeared.
When An Zheng first fought against Murong Yuanlai, he felt this aura of death. Now that he saw those will-o'-the-wisps spitting out, An Zheng finally realized... Those were real will-o'-the-wisps, and they were also the power from hell. It is said that there is a pool of fire in hell, and all those who have sinned will be thrown into the pool of fire and burned beyond recognition. But that was just a rumor after all. An Zheng suspected that Murong Yuanlai's will-o'-the-wisp was made by refining dead people.
Murong Yuanlai's body flew backwards, as if he suddenly lost his reaction. Naturally, An Zheng would not give up such an opportunity. He activated the Twin Trees of Two Lifetimes again, summoned the Broken Army Sword, and pierced Murong Yuanlai's heart with one sword.
An Zheng's speed became faster and faster, and Murong Yuanlai could only rush into the crowd of his men to escape. How could the remaining cultivators be An Zheng's opponents? An Zheng almost crushed them all the way. Fighting his way through the crowd, hot pursuit.
Murong Yuanlai roared, then opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black fire towards An Zheng.
Murong Yuanlai roared, then opened his mouth and spit out a stream of black fire towards An Zheng.
As soon as he finished saying this, Murong Yuanlai's head buzzed!
An Zheng relied on the defense of the Holy Fish Scale for the time being. He looked at the dense bones smashing around him and frowned slightly. Murong Yuanlai is a strange enemy. After refining his body, he has absolute defense and powerful offensive means. His two hands are heavy hammers, and those bones are thorns.
[Spell: Clone]
With no power to cultivate and no helpers, I can only rely on this method to restore some strength. The golden elixir was refined by Qu Liuxi and had almost no side effects. In fact, no elixir can be absolutely beneficial and completely harmless. There are very few people like Qu Liuxi who can minimize the damage for the sake of peace.