Chapter 3371: Helpless

Whenever the blood-colored lightning is smashed in the Luo Zheng body, the true meaning of the road is like the tide, which is generally produced along the Luozheng limbs.
The true meaning of these words rushes along the whole body, reviving the ever-declining spirit of the source.
A dozen dozens of blood-colored lightning hit Luo Zheng, let him see the evil, but after the fight, the Xuanwu eyes swept away, a pair of blood-red giant eyes suddenly rounded out.

Nothing hurts? How is it possible?

The basalt eyes are full of unbelievable expressions.
The ultimate strength that can be assumed by the body that has just entered the catastrophe is about the power of the gods. It will enter the immortal picture and become more immortal.
The lightning bolt is going to kill this kid, and it can also tear his body apart and bruises. But now Luo Zheng’s body is unscathed.
In fact, this strange thing is not seen before.
The spirits of the sacred souls who blended with the spirit of the sacred spirits are all manifested in resisting general injuries. All the forces exerted on them are absorbed by the spirit of the scorpion, and the body will not be hurt at all.
The spirit Xuanwu never squanders those who are "sacred souls" strong, these holy souls have lost the qualification to enter the bones of the bones, completely semi-finished products.
Although it is possible to make up for the inadequacy of the flesh through the spirit of Wuyuan, and even create a realm, the name of the
浑源境
is just a practice of sticking gold to its own defects.
Even those who are "the late stage of the source of the source", the power of the gods that can be undertaken is only one or two thousand, not worth mentioning...
"Impossible, it can't be the spirit of the source!"
The limit of the spirit of Wuyuan is very low, and it is impossible to bear the power of 70,000 and 80,000 gods.
However, Luo Zheng safely bears the lightning that it spits, and it is unharmed. How can this be explained?
"You can come again," Luo Zheng said with a smile.
He has already seen the bleeding spirit Xuanwu somewhat impatient, so he deliberately irritated it.
As long as the basaltic attack does not exceed the power of 100,000 gods, it does not cause substantial harm to oneself.
Exceeding the power of 100,000 gods, the new body of the savage can also withstand, not to mention the body of his slain possesses nine sacred souls, and the extraordinary body is powerful.
However, Luo Zheng did not forget that he was trapped on the other side of the other bank.
Bloody basalt is very likely to be unable to help himself, but I am afraid it is difficult to kill it.
The biggest opportunity is the gun of the celestial body in his hand. This gun can enlarge the force by three or four times, but only one shot can be stabbed.
There is only one chance, Luo Zheng asks for nothing!
The basalt eyes reveal a cautious color. It does not believe that Luo Zhengzhen can bear the lightning of his own breath without any injury.
This kid must be a special means of life-saving, but no matter what the means of God, there is a limit after all, he can not resist without limit.
"dead!"
"Booming..."
The more massive blood-colored lightning went straight to Luo.
Under the lightning, Luo Zheng’s surrounding area is like a purgatory.
A strong presence is also difficult to secure in this area.
Can be partial to Luo Zheng can...
Tiangong side.
Gan Gaohan, Ning Xuyuan and other people's eyes are basically not much different from the basaltic, and the squatting is round and round.
"This is the strength of the body of the robbery?"
Although Gan Gaohan did not have the opportunity to practice the body of the robbery in this life, they stayed in the 32-day period for a long time. It is also very clear about how strong the body is.
The body of the robbing itself strengthens the flesh, and does not give the flesh an invincible state to a certain extent like the spirit of the sacred source.
It is also said that the power of the gods is in the middle of a strong source in the late stage of the source. This source of the enemy will not be hurt in the slightest, but the power of the gods is in the body of the robbery. The body may be slightly injured...
"Impossible!" Ning Xuyuan shook his head with a certain affirmation: "It is impossible to have no scars in the body of the robbery. It seems that it relies on the spirit of Wuyuan to absorb the power of the gods..."

Is the spirit of the source absorbed?

Gan Gaohan, Qiuyin River and many Tiangong strongmen are fierce glimpses.
"It is indeed," Lin Zhanqi said: "Luo Zheng is like this, and it is the spirit of Wuyuan that absorbs all the energy..."
"Blood spirit Xuanwu is the top ten beasts of chaos, and it strikes at least 70,000 gods. Do you mean that Luo Zheng’s spirit of Wuyuan is so powerful?" Gan Gaohan asked.
Many of the sacred souls in the field have cultivated the spirit of Wuyuan to the limit.
With the other magic weapons, exercises, etc., at most 10,000 to 20,000 gods, the power of 25,000 gods is the limit.
Therefore, the meaning of Gan Gaohan’s counter-question is very simple. Luo Zheng’s calculations are against the sky and it is impossible to violate this common sense.
Lin Zhanzhen just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what the reason is, but it is so from the performance."
Anyway, the strange thing that happened in Luo Zheng’s body is not two pieces.
The strange thing appeared in Luo Zheng, but it is not strange.
"Gan Lao, no matter what, now Luo Zheng can resist the basaltic attack, after all, is beneficial," Li Cup snow suddenly reminded.
Because that scene was too weird, everyone did not pay attention to the most core issues.
Luo Zheng swayed back and forth in the lightning, and after all, it was unharmed.
"That's right, although the spirit of Xuanwu can't help Luo Zheng, but Luo Zheng can't help it, I don't know if he can break free from it," Ning Xuyuan said.
The voice of Ning Xuyuan just fell, Luo Zheng was pumped by a lightning, and the whole person bounced fiercely.
"opportunity?"
The moment that Luo Zheng bounced, he accelerated and turned into a meteor and went straight to the basaltic.
"A small human being, dare to fight back? Roll!"
Xueling Xuanwu snorted and Zhangkou again poured lightning.
The thick lightning of the bucket was beaten several times, and Luo Zheng directly flew out and flew more than a thousand feet away.
After Luo Zheng stabilized his body shape, his eyes twitched slightly, and he immediately replied: "The turtles in the area are shrinking, but the strength is nothing but the mouth is mad, it is ridiculous!"
In the view of Xueling Xuanwu, Luo Zheng is only a small shackle entrusted by the Yuanling family.
It was so ironic by an insignificant little guy, and his heart was full of anger. This kind of spurting lightning was to consume the unknown body of the gods.
But its series of attacks has no effect at all, but it is ridiculed by it. How can it be tolerated?
Under the anger, it has no patience. It is suddenly screaming at the mouth and revealing a lot of fangs. There are countless blood-colored lightnings between the fangs.
"I really thought that I couldn't help you? Look at me and swallow you!" The Xuanwu voice fell, and the head suddenly extended from the turtle shell, and it went straight to Luo Zheng as a long dragon.
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