“This cannot…”

One palm disappeared, and the man in black screamed in panic, and was stopped after half a sound.

Because of the knife that was rushing towards me, because of the two cold eyes that twisted horizontally, because of the figure that would not stop moving forward, and because of that roar.

"Certainly!"

Of course, because I still don’t know where I am hiding, my voice is like a young child, but my strength is not inferior to that of my own.

There are thousands of Taoisms in the world of cultivation, thousands of methods of practice, thousands of monks, like stars, and countless; but if you ask who is the most suitable person to hide, there is always only one answer: the power of space.

Similarly, if you ask who is the best for sneak attack or protection, there is still only one answer: space power.

The monks have a sharp eye, but the most commonly used and effective means of surveying is divine consciousness. The reason why monks can carefully observe is that divine consciousness and space are in harmony with each other. The principle that things will be reversed will always exist. If you encounter opponents who are specialized and space, as long as the strength of both sides is not too different, the divine consciousness effect is like a wild wolf showing off his sharp claws in front of a tiger, and a mountain tapir showing off his nose to an elephant.

In terms of cultivation, Xiaobudian is roughly the same as the man in black, and even if there is more than that, it is very limited. With a family, she has not had time to practice hard. All the essence of the seventy-three ancestors has not been moved, and she only wants to consolidate the foundation and hone her skills. But this does not mean that it is the screw beauty that just transformed, and her strength has long been earth-shaking.

"Space spells require meticulousness, focus on meticulousness, and pursue imperceptibleness. Injuring people, saving people, killing people, and killing people, all of which are carried out quietly."

This is what her father, who doesn't understand space, told her. It's right, it's right. Xiaobudian implemented Shisanlang's educational plan without fail, and his fighting style changed from opening and closing to being wet. He completely changed his appearance. To give an inappropriate metaphor, Xiaobudian is the most perfect canvas, and he lets Shisanlang paint it, and eventually becomes a smart and changeable thief.

Worried that the man in black was discovered, Shisanlang asked his daughter not to do much. First, hide it well. Don’t show up from beginning to end; second, lay out some space lines at Shangguan Xinya’s key points, how many, how sharp or not, let her do it.

As expected, for the little one, the more the better; because there is no need to directly attack, the barriers of the man in black are just a piece of cake for her. As for the space lines... there are more than a dozen around Shangguan Xinya's neck alone.

A line is a magical power. But based on this method, Xiao Budian's strength is more than several times compared to the large conch that the Gun King had fought with! In contrast, the man in black grabbed Shangguan with bare hands and used a little protective dark light, and was afraid of accidentally pinching her to death. The man in black still couldn't bear to kill Shangguan like this. Because he had not studied the feather, the horn, and the body.

In this way, the man in black attacked with one palm, and the little guy launched at the same time. The encounter between the two only destroyed one of his hands...

Too light, really too light.

The man in black was so aggrieved. Isn’t it that the little guy was dissatisfied, and hid while hiding aside and humming in anger.

"Next time, I should be bolder."

......

......

The sharp blade breaks through the wind, the cold blade cuts the skin and breaks the skin, and passes by a thousand meters.

The invisible opponent was busy encouraging himself, and the man in black was already scattered. Only then did he realize that the opponent was not rushing here quickly, but deliberately lowering his speed. The only thing that is thankful for the big change is that the man in black had two hands after all, and although one was destroyed, the other with the sharp claws that were rushing to the five ghosts had already attacked, so he should be able to block the opponent.

Before he knew it, the man in black lowered his requirements for himself a lot. At the moment of attacking just now, he was thinking about controlling the other party and unable to fight back. Even if he could not kill him directly, he would not be able to take out the time to take out the bow.

"Burning Spirit Ghost Claw!"

"kill!"

The power consumption of magical power of the character "Ding" depends on the strength of the opponent. While limiting the man in black, Shisanlang will inevitably suffer a backlash. After all, he has not transformed into a god yet. If he changes to an ordinary cultivator, he will vomit three liters of blood just this backlash. However, Shisanlang is different from ordinary people. Although his magic power is chaotic, it is difficult to use more magical powers...

If you fight like him, why do you need any magical powers?

After being immobilized, the Demon-Slaying Sword never seeks any profound connotation, brilliant and gorgeousness, but only pursues the most direct way, the shortest distance and the most violent and arrogant power. Three steps of a thousand meters, seven feet long sword slashed straight at the head, and its power was like a real mountain coming...

It was a knife that was driven by a force of ten thousand pounds, and with a forbearance and anger, facing a claw that was rushed, weakened by severe pain and severe damage, and became declining due to this interruption.

"Roar!"

The roar was shrill and filled with deep despair. Five fingers with sharp sword-like nails flew into the air. Five little ghosts were freed and flew into the air. The seven-meter-long sword remained strong and cut off the right arm of the man in black with one knife.

It was too fast and the dizzying sight was not enough to describe it; the monk in black had no time to recover from his loss, and his arm and palm were completely destroyed.

Can you fight without an arm? The answer is yes. The monk's Taoist Dharma is magical enough. It can become a magical power with one thought and kill people at a glance. Just like before, he killed the Black Side, he waved his hand gently.

Now he cannot surrender. He still has his mouth, feet, and plenty of magic power. Of course, at this time, he no longer demands victory, but only hopes to do his best to stop the other party and find an opportunity to escape.

"Gate of the Ghost Domain..."

The situation can be slowed down by voting, but unfortunately he is too slow, too ignorant, and too unaware of Shisanlang's temperament.

"Certainly!"

Another shout, Shisanlang seemed to be punched in the chest, but the man in black's energy was blocked in his throat and could not be vomited out. The following scene made his eyes scattered. Shisanlang ignored the knife and let the knife fly away, and his body rushed into the man in black's chest like a meteor, hitting him with a passionate heart.

There was no one there. The man in black felt like he was colliding head-on by ten giant dragons. After a series of crackling sounds inside his body, his body flew backwards. Blood was shot out from behind.

It was caused by the bones being stolen and bursting his flesh.

"Dual cultivation of spiritual and demons is amazing?"

"you......"

As a major cultivator, would anyone fight in this way? After hearing the opponent's words, the man in black just wanted to roar: I'm already disabled!

He didn't scream that, and it was too late to fly away. The man in black tried to survive again. He shouted loudly.

"Demonize..."

"Certainly!"

With heavy shoulders forward, Shisanlang was unable to exert force with both hands, and kicked three consecutively under his feet, smashing the knees of the man in black into pieces, and then hitting the knees at the end.

There seemed to be a crisp sound coming from himself, because it was too anxious and panic, and the man in black couldn't listen very seriously. But he was sure that his most precious thing was lost and he could no longer show his might.

"ah!"

If the man in black just now spoke a little blurred because his tongue was short, now he screamed with his soul, and his sorrow, resentment, helplessness, and the iron man couldn't help crying when he heard it.

"The Burial Spirit Transformation..."

"Certainly!"

The head was tilted back. Shisanlang was able to free his right hand from the entangled state and tore off the remaining left arm of the man in black.

"Sacrifice the soul and ask for ancestors..."

"Certainly!"

With a muffled sound, the head hammer rammed on the particularly towering nose. Mr. Thirteen did not feel how dirty the blood was.

"Breaking it out..."

"Certainly!"

The left hand was inserted into the abdomen, like a natural magical power, and the fingers of the demons were buckled together. The soul of the man in black was firmly locked; the right hand was fist and shot down on his head, and a palm slapped his head.

A dignified god-transforming monk, a spiritual demon, likes to kill and bully, and has rich combat experience that ordinary people cannot reach. Just because of a little injury, a little greed, a little misjudgment, a little careless... the result became like this. From the beginning to the end of this battle, the full battle could only make people blink seven or eight times. The body of the man in black who had enough magic power to vent was completely dispersed, and there was no chance to self-destruct.

Sometimes, fighting is that simple.

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......

"I told you a long time ago that I want to peel your skin!"

The man in black had no power to resist anymore. Shisanlang raised his hand to wipe off the blood from his lips due to backlash, and finally had the chance to cast spells seriously like a monk. A moment ago, he sealed his soul with more than a thousand forbidden rings, and then spit out flames at his fingertips, and still entered a demon spirit ball.

The true spirit fear was concentrated in the soul squeezed into a ball. The extreme yang fire was burning fiercely. The monk in black was extremely resentful but did not dare to sniff, just wailing.

"You can't kill me, I'm..."

"Shut up!"

Shisanlang ignored it and looked at the five little ghosts who were crazy about devouring flesh and blood around him. He looked thoughtful and his eyes were a little dim.

"Are you..." Shangguan Xinya, who had recovered her freedom, was helped by Xiaobudian, her eyebrows were silent, and her expression was a little confused.

"I'm."

Shisanlang sighed, raised his hand and grabbed it gently in the air, put the falling colorful feather into his hand, and tried to put it on Shangguan Xinya's head.

In a very wonderful scene, Cai Yu seemed to have found her home, silently blended into Shangguan Xinya's head, and fell behind her with her hair, so harmonious, so soft and beautiful.

Shisanlang was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He reached out and took another pill and sent it to her lips.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Shangguan Xinya'an stood quietly, with a strange calm on her face; after swallowing the pill, she moved the little Buddian's hand away, pointed at the five little ghosts who had improved greatly and were hesitating and wandering, and asked Shisanlang: "Can you help me keep them?"

Shisanro nodded and said, "It's natural."

A black shadow appeared behind him out of thin air. The deterrence of the Ghost King and the aura of colorful feathers behind Shangguan Xinya attracted the attention of the reality. The five ghosts quickly realized the reality and obediently got into Shangguan Xinya's sleeve.

The battle seemed fierce, and Ya Gu and others had never taken any action, and Shisanlang had never used all his strength? If it weren't for Shangguan, a mere ordinary god, how could he be injured to the point of vomiting blood?

"They won't hurt me, don't worry."

Seeing Shisanlang's strength and Shisanlang's concern, Shangguan Xinya smiled at him, her eyes as calm as stagnant.

Shisanlang didn't know how to comfort him and was silent for a long time.

"Young Master may not be dead, don't..."

"I know, he will be here all the time."

Shangguan Xinya pointed at the back of her head, then looked at the man in black and asked, "What should he do? Do you need to review it first?"

The trial was first and then killing, which was what Shangguan Xinya meant. It was strange that she didn't think Shisanlang could refuse at all, so it was natural.

"No, I will knock down his cultivation first, and then search for his soul." Shisanlang answered for granted, with a decisive tone.

"Soul searching is risky. If the god-transforming cultivator tightens his sea of ​​consciousness, he may not get too much." Shangguan Xinya was a little surprised.
To be continued...