"Boom!" The power of the spirit tool exploded completely, capable of knocking down a mountain.
Xiao Nuolan didn't move, let Miao Gui's finger slam into her ceramic-like cheek, and Miao Gui's finger suddenly bounced back only an inch away from her jade skin.
The spirit tool was actually bounced back, and the six ancient pictures were shattered. The key is that she didn't even move, and she sent the spirit tool flying.
"Cough..."
Everyone was shocked. It turned out that a female demon was born, and even the spiritual weapon could not hurt her. She was going to kill people and sacrifice to the Dao, and this person was Feng Feiyun, and his blood would stain the ancient well with red and yellow mud.
If you break into a place you shouldn't break into, you have to pay the price you deserve.
"Xiao... Xiao... Nolan!" Feng Feiyun squeezed these few words out of his teeth, maybe he could save his life. In front of this devil, even Ju Qing would not dare to fight recklessly. , that is courting death!
Sure enough, after hearing these words, the blood in Xiao Nuolan's eyes lightened slightly, as if she did not believe that after more than a thousand years, someone would know her name.
If someone could call out the three words "Feng Feiyun" now, Feng Feiyun would still be stunned.
Just when she was slightly absent-minded, Feng Feiyun quickly shook her fingers away, put away the fingers of Miao Gui, and planned to escape from here carrying Nalan Xuejian on her back.
"Xiao... Nolan." She muttered to herself softly, her eyes became a little dull, and then she revealed a bright light again, and murmured: "By the way, my name is Xiao Nolan!"
After more than 1,800 years of death, she remembered her name after all, and the memories flooded in her mind like a flood. Some people, some things, she still did not forget, but it was no different from forgetting. Time has passed for too long, even the appearance of family members who were once close has become blurred, and the most unforgettable friend has only a faint shadow.
Ten years is enough to make people play down the appearance of their best friend, so what about twenty years? Thirty years? What's more, for more than 1,800 years, she almost forgot her own name, let alone someone else
There was no more rays of light spraying out of the ancient yellow mud well, and even those ancient formations had been wiped out. A giant saw that she was absent, and he shot her outright, wanting to kill her by surprise.
Without the obstruction of Xiaguang, the giant easily killed the top of her head, and countless electric lights were intertwined on the palm of his hand, as if to pinch everything into powder.
Xiao Nuolan's pupils flickered slightly, and with a slight wave of his sleeves, a beam of brilliance flew out of his sleeves, smashing all the lightning in the sky.
The giant didn't expect Xiao Nuolan to wake up from his absence so quickly. Her eyes just stared at him, which made him feel a chill in his heart, and his heart was beating violently, as if to Jump out of your body.
What the hell is this monster
This giant is also a figure in the world. He has never been so timid as he is now, as if he has encountered a natural enemy. He wants to take back the palm print and go back, but he feels that his neck is pinched by a cold hand. .
It's like the blood hook in the hands of the god of death, hooking the neck, making people full of fear!
"Crack!"
This giant was not as lucky as Feng Feiyun. Her neck was broken by her slender hand, and she even plucked her head off her neck with her bare hands, like picking a watermelon from the ground.
It's just that this "watermelon" is dripping blood!
An ancestor-level giant of the Megatron side was easily pinched off his neck, and even his head was taken off, like a ball, in her hand.
"Bang!"
Ju Qing's body fell from above, a headless corpse, still bleeding from the neck and smoking hot smoke.
Xiao Nuolan quietly looked at the head in her hand, as if she was looking at a piece of art, she felt more and more disgusted, bang! The head was crushed by her and turned into a mist of blood, dyeing her fair and delicate hands red.
No one can still laugh at this time, only feel that his whole body is chilling, is this human
She took off Ju Qing's head with her bare hands and kneaded it into blood powder. She was simply a devil, a devil who could kill without blinking an eye.
Feng Feiyun had just escaped from the temple when he heard a "bang" from behind him. The moment he turned around, he saw that giant Qing's head was crushed by her.
There was a shudder all over her body. If he hadn't called out her name just now and won a little bit of life, I'm afraid it would be me who was crushed. This bloodthirsty witch is definitely not the Xiao Nuolan she used to be, nor is she The beauties of the Cangsheng Temple abbot who never forget their infatuation.
There is only resentment in her heart now, only evil spirits!
When a person dies, he really dies, and even if he comes back to life, he is no longer the person he once was.
This is the case with Feng Feiyun, and so is Xiao Nuolan!
"Bang!"
The mud wall of the temple was knocked down, and an ancient corpse monk climbed out of the mud and stone. Most of the Buddhist robes on his body had rotted away, and the skin on his body had turned black. In some places, only bones were left. His eyes stared straight at Feng Feiyun, and then he rushed up.
When Xiao Nuolan woke up, the formation in the temple had already been destroyed, and even the monks of wine and meat could no longer suppress these ancient corpse monks, and they could rush out of the temple's prohibition.
Therefore, the ancient corpse monks have become violent, some smashed the temple, some smashed the Buddha statue, and some rushed out of the temple directly and launched an attack on the immortal cultivators.
"Ah! Senior Brother..."
"What the hell is this?"
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More than a thousand ancient corpse monks, all of them with strong evil spirits, wearing tattered Buddhist clothes, beat and killed the Quartet.
A young child of the Feng family was ripped out of his heart by an ancient corpse, and was finally divided to death. The death was extremely tragic, and he watched his bloody heart be eaten by the ancient corpse.
A young junior sister from Immortal Sect was bitten to death by the ancient corpse, and the blood vessels on her fair neck were pulled out, like a red belt, still grumbling. Long Gulong bleeding.
"This time... I was really caught by that crow-mouthed monk. I'm afraid that soon, the entire Nantai Mansion will really turn into a river of blood, a sea of corpses!" Feng Feiyun punched the ancient who had just rushed up. The corpse monk was blasted out, and his punch had to be tyrannical, but he just threw it away, and didn't break it.
These ancient corpse monks have already undergone the second corpse transformation. The corpses are not damaged, and they are not immersed in water and fire. Even the cultivators of the god base realm will be torn in half by them.
If only Xiao Nuolan, the great devil, was born, a lot of people might die, but it would not cause a catastrophic disaster, but if more than a thousand ancient corpse monks rushed out, it would be a huge disaster. Disaster, the corpse is absolutely buried thousands of miles away.
"The disaster of the entire Nantai Mansion has come!" The patriarch of Dayan Immortal Sect stood on the back of the ancestral wind beast, with the broken sword hanging from his waist, looking at the clouds of corpses below, it can be predicted that in the next few months Inside, the Nantai Mansion will undergo earth-shattering changes, and many major forces may be destroyed.
Jinghuan Mountain is not far from Zixiao Mansion City, and Zixiao Mansion is the first to suffer from this disaster. I don't know how many immortal cultivators will die in this battle.
The patriarch of Dayan Xianmen saw with his own eyes that a giant engine fell, and the corpse was still lying on the edge of the ancient well of yellow mud, which had been frozen into broken ice by the cold air.
"Uh!" The patriarch of Dayan Immortal Sect suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and saw that the female devil standing beside the ancient well of yellow mud had his eyes fixed on his neck, her eyes were so terrifying , so that his neck seemed to form ice.
"Run away!"
The patriarch of Dayan Immortal Sect had only one thought in his mind. He slammed his palm on the back of the ancestral wind beast, wanting to control the ancient beast and escape the area of Jinghuan Mountain.
"Ow!"
But the ancestral wind beast not only did not fly away, but instead let out a cry of grief, and was pierced by a killing light, bursting out a huge blood mist, and the huge body fell towards the ground.
The patriarch of Dayan Xianmen was even more flustered. Since he became famous, he has never been so flustered. It was as if there was a ferocious white-clothed ghost behind him chasing him, and the ghost held an iron rope in his hand to claim his life.
He still did not escape in the end, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and stared blankly ahead, Xiao Nuolan stood there, a pair of bloody beautiful eyes, shooting two blood lights, pierced his chest, shooting two blood column to come.
This generation of giant engines doesn't even have the strength to fight back!