Chapter 92 Fierce fight between cries of ghosts and demons (2)

The wind within the demonic miasma is motionless, the airflow is stagnant, and the wisps of pink mist are like cherry blossoms blooming and falling in a pile of corpses. Underneath the dreamy and beautiful place, there is a damp, cold poisonous mist.

Liujiang Fusheng's breathing gradually became shallower and wheezing, and at this time the side effects of the evil miasma were accumulating.

He suddenly heard the cries of ghosts, each one louder and sharper than the other, constantly stimulating his meningeal nerves.

"Ahh——"

Very noisy!

Very annoying!

He closed his eyes and frowned, and pursed his lips tightly, but he couldn't restrain the irritation in his heart, and his head was about to explode.

Put your fingertips between your temples and hold on tightly, going crazy.

Puff, puff, puff——

There seemed to be a sound of sharp objects piercing the flesh and blood and being pulled out from the front, reaching my ears.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

But he saw a tall and thin figure in front of him, wearing a fluttering Xianjue blue dress.

He saw "him" holding a sword exactly like his own, killing "Gu Yi" with one sword after another with no expression on his face.

"He" turned his head at this time and met his blank gaze. His pale face, as clear as a demon flower, was spattered with blood drops. While he was crying, he was smiling with his lips curled up. It was strange. Inexplicable.

"Unforgivable——"

Then the screams of a large number of ghosts and monsters sounded all around at the same time, shouting with force that could pierce the ears.

"Unforgivable——"

"Unforgivable——"

Sudden panic and confusion occupied Liu Jiangfusheng's entire consciousness. The whites of his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, his long and delicate hands were clenched tightly, and blue veins protruded on the backs of his hands.

"No……"

Fei Zhan saw Liujiang Fusheng trapped in the demonic miasma, his eyes were distracted.

He stood in front of him carelessly, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and the sharp claws struck directly at his heart without hesitation. At this time, Liujiang Fusheng, who was trapped in the hallucinations of ghosts, demons, and demons, suddenly heard a cry. A boyish male voice shouted to him.

"Master Fusheng, be careful!"

The fairy sword got stuck between Fei Zheng's hand and Liu Jiang Fusheng's heart, but the corpse claws still hurt him. The blood flowing out from half of Liu Jiang Fusheng's chest was soaked through his clothes.

But he had no way to go any further. Fei Zheng could not stop pinching the sword no matter how hard he exerted it, so he violently kicked the person over.

Liujiang Fusheng hit the sharp and uneven rock wall like a kite with a broken string, and then a piece of flesh and blood was scratched and fell to the ground.

Blood dripped from his forehead into his eyes. His mind was hit, the scenery in front of him cracked and shook, and some broken memories flashed intermittently again.

"Nan Ke must wake up from a dream, and all life is empty...Liu Jiang, how long will you continue to sleep?"

A familiar female voice sighed in his ear.

"I’m waiting for you……"

"Just think about it... think about it quickly..."

Who is calling him?

What did he forget?

Life is like a dream, life is like a dream...

Suddenly something forbidden suddenly shattered in his mind, and then a majestic spiritual power was not limited by the surrounding demon miasma, and all the ferocious power gathered on Liujiang Fusheng's body.

Then a bright jasper light flew out from his "na ring", and the gleaming green light circled in front of him, but it was the mysterious green jade that the treasure hunter mouse helped him get in Laishan Stream.

There is a water-like brilliance substance flowing in the hollow jade pendant. Those who have lived for hundreds of years and know the stuff may be able to guess that this is chalcedony.

The value of chalcedony is immeasurable, and the difference between thousands of years, ten thousand years and hundreds of thousands of years, the level effect of each layer is also different.

The chalcedony obtained by Liujiang Fusheng was ten thousand years of chalcedony. A drop of chalcedony was squeezed out of the green jade and soaked into his forehead, where it collided with the red mark that he had covered up with a blindfold.

Ding--

Suddenly, a cool breeze flowed into his body, repairing the burnt bones in his body, his depleted spiritual power, his consciousness and internal organs damaged by the evil miasma...

Just a drop of ten thousand-year-old chalcedony can restore a seriously injured monk to his peak condition in an instant.

This is such a heaven-defying effect, one drop is worth one more life.

At the same time, a huge sword array sat at his feet. This was a brand-new sword plate, which could be engraved bit by bit according to his wishes. The ten-foot-wide sword plate embodies the meaning of the eternal abyss, and also carries the meaning of the abyss.

With the aura of killing that transcends the reincarnation of all things.

He floated up into the air, and his pair of Wu Ling Lu Che eyes were suddenly enveloped by a layer of coldness that could destroy the gods and demons in life.

Gu Er accidentally met his eyes and felt a boundless fear coming over his heart, which was far worse than the previous Xuanxing Sword Rain Sword Formation.

He immediately decided not to wait any longer and to strike first.

He sucked in the demonic miasma around him and formed thorns in his palms. If those hooked scales touched a human body, they would scrape the bones and shave off the flesh.

His five palms were merged, and the long black armor and barbed hook scales were able to destroy and overturn even a hill, but this palm was also blocked by Liu Jiangfu.

When they were facing each other and fighting hard, Gu Er felt that the opponent's strength was reflected back like the weight of a mountain. His body with such strength felt like it was being torn apart.

And Liujiang Fusheng was not unscathed. The arm in his hand suddenly collapsed with blood, and the bones were exposed. He spat out a mouthful of blood again, but his clear and frosty eyes became brighter and brighter, which was weird.

tight.

He recalled the fairy sword with one arm, swung his arm to caress the long sword, the white bone fingertips were stained with blood, and smeared it little by little, charming blood lotuses bloomed on the sword body, and its spiritual power also climbed to a level one by one.

Amazing compression limits.

That tyrannical force made Gu Er's expression suddenly change in shock.

I'm going to die. Is this level of spiritual pressure what the Golden Core stage should have?!

This is impossible!

Even in this Nascent Soul stage, you can't get such a frighteningly strong spiritual power. This is simply a fraud!

The sword formation was completed, and the starlight was extinguished. An ancient and ancient giant sword floated above Liu Jiang Fusheng's head. It was majestic and cuiwei. As soon as it appeared, it dispersed the ghosts and monsters, leaving the world pure and untainted.

"Bahuang Liuhe Jue - Killing Karma!"

One man was in charge of the barrier, and no one could open it. The giant sword pointed downwards and struck straight at Gu Er.

The clouds rolled, the green scales cracked, and the wind eroded the sand dragons to give way——

Gu Er's eyes widened. His already dead body still felt chilly and his scalp was numb. Could he dodge this sword?

Fear attacked his sanity like a mad rhinoceros.

Get out of the way!

"sister--"

——

Under the cover of the Demonic Miasma, Gu Junshi quietly came to Elder Jiuli of the Dayan Sect and the others. Before, they were scattered everywhere by Gu Er like a wolf, but she came to a place without any mistakes.

Behind the elite disciples.

He didn't notice anything strange until...a cold hand put on his shoulder.

He froze in vain, and then began to tremble uncontrollably.

This was not because he was frightened, but from the moment he touched it, a powerful impact of the crazy blade made his soul instantly wreak havoc.

The little spoiled man despises: a loser who only asks his sister for help when encountering difficulties.

Gu Er proudly: Humph, do you know who my sister is?

The little sweetheart is indifferent: it has nothing to do with me.

Gu Er thought to himself: I have a lot to do with you, but I won’t say it, alas, it’s just for fun.
Chapter completed!