Chapter 887: Demon's right way

"His ~ Hey!"
The black-faced man was sticking his stick, and Yangtian made a sharp and unpleasant roar towards Witch Iron.
The stick in his hand seemed ordinary, a jujube stick, but Xiang Bai's crescent halberd of the Nine Alchemy Immortal was beaten to pieces by him.
It can be seen that this stick is at least a treasure of heavenly gods.
"Human, weak, incompetent!" The black-faced man yelled at the witch iron demonstratively and growled loudly: "You, the blood food given by the ancestor to the demons ... What we need, just come and get it . "
"Trading? It's ridiculous." The black-faced man slammed a stick on the ground with a stick, and suddenly the whole field of trembling fluttered a few times: "Human, do anyone dare to fight with me?"
Xiang Bai stood up hard, his large ribs on his chest shattered, revealing Jincancan's internal organs.
Strands of black demon entangled in his wound, Xiang Bai tried his best to urge the breath of blood and blood in his body, running Xiang Family Secret Overlord Carrying Ding Jue, trying to disperse the wound like a bone of a cheekbone, making him painful, At the same time hinder wound healing.
However, this black-faced man's cultivation is far superior to him. Xiang Bai only relied on the temporary blessing of the witch iron to have enough strength to confront the black-faced man.
Relying entirely on his own strength, Xiang Bai was simply not qualified to play against the black-faced man.
Wu Tie snorted coldly. He looked at the stick in the hand of the black-faced man, smiled, and grabbed his right hand toward the mountains on the edge of the wilderness.
With a loud noise, a mountain range tens of thousands of miles long and two or three thousand miles wide was uprooted by the witch iron.
The low-level roar of the Avenue Furnace flew from the top of the witch iron, and the fire was dazzling. The mountain was swallowed by the Avenue Furnace, and it instantly melted into a white juice. The internal impurities were released quickly, leaving only the finest. Pure hardware.
The colorful magic light behind the witch iron gushed, and the Five Elements Avenue was transformed into the Five Elements Spirit Light, and brushed toward this white piece of metal juice. Immediately, the complete Five Elements Avenue was engraved in the juice.
There was a roar in the melting pot of the Avenue, and a series of powerful, angry, solid, flexible, crushed, broken and other road patterns were continuously engraved into this white juice, and in an instant, 3,600 were entered in it. The avenue pattern on the left side of the side door.
The witch iron hand pointed, the white juice was pulled to the left and right, and it suddenly turned into a black iron bar with no paint on the surface and no trace of decoration.
The black iron rod emits terrible high temperature. With the swipe of the right hand of the witch iron, a piece of blue cold light shed. In the sound of ‘嗤嗤’, the temperature of the iron rod plummeted, and it became only slightly warm in an instant.
"Xiang Bai, your crescent halberd is ordinary, you can try this stick." Wu Tie snorted coldly and threw the black iron rod to Xiang Bai.
Xiang Bai's ecstatic hands caught the black iron bars.
He could see clearly that in the black iron bars, the witch iron broke into the pattern of the innate five-way avenue. These are the five complete avenue rules-and ordinary innate soldiers generally only adhering to one avenue rule. It is born and nurtured by Dongdi Yuanneng in Dongtianfudi.
Five complete principles of the road, this humble iron bar, the grade is also called the best in the congenital soldiers.
Not to mention, the road patterns of the various side gates which are densely popped into the iron bars by the avenue melting furnaces-ordinary innate soldiers, besides the principle of an avenue, can be assisted by dozens of side gate patterns, which is very powerful.
How much did Witch Iron break into?
One thousand? Or two thousand?
Xiang Baixi catches the black iron bars, and then
clicks
, his two Jin Chancan arms are crushed.
The black iron bar fell to the ground, and then fell directly into the ground, as if a stone fell into the water, and went straight to the ground a hundred miles.
Wu Tie was a little dumbfounded, Xiang Bai screamed in pain.
The black-faced man and several companions were still shocking the speed of the witch iron smelter. When they saw this scene, they couldn't help laughing out loudly: "Weak and incompetent people ... you have no strength to pick up a magic soldier! Not worthy of such a good weapon! "
Witch Iron was a little awkward.
He miscalculated the weight of the black iron bar.
The essence of such a huge mountain range has been engraved with so many roads and roads. The grade of this black iron bar has soared to a terrible level. Some, the background is a bit poor, it is impossible to bear the huge weight of this black iron bar.
Xiang Bai was blessed by Witch Iron with mystic skills, and temporarily gave him the Buddha's indestructible body, but was seriously injured by the black-faced man just now, and his body was almost disintegrated.
He arrogantly reached out to pick up the black iron bars, but his arm was crushed, which was already his luck.
The black-faced man laughed wildly, and together with several companions, laughed at Wu Tie and Xiang Bai's stupid incompetence.
Wu Tie touched her nose suddenly, and this matter was a little embarrassing.
This black-faced man, and several of his companions, can be crushed with a single finger for today's witch iron. But at this moment, the witch iron can't just kill them easily.
Face, face!
With a cold snoring, Wu Tie took out three fist-sized glass relics.
Wu Tiesheng captured the smiling Buddha and is still being held in the prison of Wu country.
The smiling Buddha is one of the three Buddhas in Honglian Temple. How many good things can he have? These three glazed relics are the precious treasures left by the true Buddha ancestors of Honglian Temple, and all are now owned by Wu Tie.
"Xiang Bai, today, for your good fortune. Hehe, little black skin, you wait!" Wu Tie pointed at the black-faced man severely, and then caught Xiang Bai in the air, his fingers fell a little on Xiang Bai Meixin passed on the practice of a Buddhist monk's "Golden Body of the Reincarnation of the Buddha" to Xiang Bai.
Tai Chuan's full urging, Xiang Bai formed a miniature time enchantment around him, and the time flow began to accelerate rapidly.
Ten times, hundred times, thousand times, ten thousand times, ten thousand times ...
Based on the current mana power of Witch Iron, the mana in his body is rapidly being consumed, and cold sweat begins to slip on his forehead.
The witch iron fully pushed Tai Chuan's crown, and the acceleration efficiency of Tai Chuan's crown was increased to a horrible level.
It is very difficult to reverse the time with the crown of the Tai Dynasty, which is going against the sky.
But to speed up time, this is the right thing to do.
Just like going down a long river, it will take thousands of times and trillions of times to go up against the current, and down the current, like an avalanche, as long as you give enough power, you will be able to accelerate the speed to an incredible level.
Three true Buddha relics were shot into Xiang Bai's body by witch iron.
After ten breaths, Wu Tie stopped Tai Chuan's crown and grabbed Xiang Bai.
At this moment, Xiang Bai, one foot six feet tall, was dark golden in color, with golden light in his eyes. Three rounds of lotus light behind his head gave out infinite light from the Buddha. The body moved slightly, and the surrounding space suddenly shook.
His newly crushed arms had been reborn, and the exposed arms were faint, and there were countless Buddha lights swirling around in the shaking, as if the undercurrent of the sea was astonishing.
"Go, hit him." Wu Tie pointed at the black-faced man and drank softly, as if a landlord yelled, pointed at the rabbit in the grass and said to his hound-"Go, bit him"!
Xiang Baixian laughed, bowed to Wu Tie, and then landed heavily, grabbing a deep pit pressed against the black iron rod on the ground.
A loud noise trembled the ground, and the black iron rods flew out of thin air and fell into Xiang Bai's hands.
Ten breaths ago, the bar was crushed by Xiang Bai's arms.
After ten breaths, this bar was light and stalk-like in Xiang Bai.
"Demon, come!" Xiang Bai hooked his hands toward the black-faced man.
Wu Tie smiled slightly. He took a deep breath, and within a million miles, all the creatures felt stagnation and their breath stopped.
Within a million miles, Tiandi Yuan can be swallowed clean by the witch iron.
In just ten breaths, the mana in the witch iron was almost exhausted—the mana he had accumulated in a cell was almost comparable to the power of an ordinary god. In ten breaths, Xiang Bai was created with the primordial crown, and the witch iron's mana almost reached the bottom.
It is really too scary to accelerate the proportion, and the longer the time, the stronger Xiang Bai ’s strength, and the greater the time it takes to accelerate his blessing.
The witch iron artificially created a Yuanneng black hole, and the black-faced man only felt his heart beating. He inexplicably remembered the scene when he was young and was spotted by natural enemies when he was foraging outside. He was almost killed by hunting.
The black-faced man screamed a sharp howl. He waved his stick, jumped several hundred feet high, his body rolled rapidly, and the stick turned into a black tornado, which slashed towards Xiang Bai.
Xiang Bai held up the black iron bars with his hands, and hurled up into the air. A bar greeted him towards the stick.
This time, there were no millions of fights, just one blow, the sticks in the hands of the black-faced man smashed, the black iron bars broke the sticks, and they banged directly on the black-faced man's chest, only listening to a muffled sound, black Face man's chest was sunken, and large pieces of bone spattered from the flesh.
The black-faced man was spitting blood, and flew high in the exclamation and scolding of several companions.
He flew thousands of feet high like the leaves in a hurricane, then spread his limbs weakly, and fluttered to the ground.
One of his companions rose into the air, embraced him with open hands, and carefully landed on the ground.
"Brother!" A few men with long hair like steel needles erected one by one, shouting loudly around the black-faced man.
"Withdraw ..." The black-faced man vomited blood, and the visceral debris in the blood was clearly visible.
A terrible force raged inside him, and he could even hear the roar of his bones and meridians. Xiang Bai did not use all his might, but the black iron bars made by Witch Iron were too aggressive.
The power of destruction in the black iron rods entangled in the black-faced man, continuously destroying his body.
The words of the black-faced man were heard by his companions.
They put the black-faced man on the ground, stood up with red eyes, waved the dark wooden stick on their hands, and snarled towards Xiang Bai. They waved their sticks, rolled up a large cloud of dark air, and surrounded Xiang Bai's crazy attack.
Xiang Baitong's body flashed with a soft but mighty Buddha light, and one of the black iron bars in his hand simply returned a bar.
Several guys hissed horribly, vomiting blood, and their bones and muscles were blasted away.
The faint blue light on their bodies blocked Xiang Bai's blessing on the pole, but the pure striking force on the pole did not have any resistance effect.
Several guys were just like black-faced guys, and collapsed to the ground, their mouths coughing and bleeding.
Wu Tie nodded with satisfaction and slowly dropped to the ground. He took out a few bottles of Dao Bao Da Dan, and swallowed a hundred grains, but he felt only a slight heat flow in his body, and the dry mana supplement Not much back.
He couldn't help shaking his head and dropped a few empty bottles on the ground, looking down at the black-faced man lying on the ground.
"Who are you and why are you here?"
The black-faced man kept vomiting blood in his mouth. He looked at Wutie's giggle and smiled, posing a dead pig not afraid of boiling water: "Who are we? You do n’t have to ask, we do n’t Say ... you, how dare you treat us? "
The arm bones had been shattered, and the black-faced man was able to move his arm, and his palm was patted on his head.
"Come, be brave, just cut off our heads!"
The wind was blowing wildly in the sky, and the billowing demon clouds were boiling around, and the pig-gange and the golden-eyed demon were killed aggressively.
"It's done? In the afternoon, Black Needle, a few of you things, dare to ignore the Fuyu of the old pig brothers?"
The pig was just so aggressive that it fell down from the air like a mountain of meat and stepped on the shoulder of the black-faced man with a fierce kick.
With a loud noise, the shoulders of the black-faced man were smashed with a small body.
A stream of black demon scent, like black mercury, intruded into the black needle body along the pig's feet. The black needle had a terrible sigh of pain, and the severe pain that could not be described in words made him twitch all over, like a sturgeon that had been chopped by thunder.
Only the more advanced monsters can understand the monsters.
How can we make them fear, make them miserable, make them anguish, and make them worse than life.
At this point, pig pigs are obviously more experienced than witch iron.
The black needle screamed exhaustedly, spraying blood out of every pore.
The pig just regained his feet just right. At the critical point where the black needle was about to die, he stopped the torture of the black needle, looked at the black needle with a smile and said, "You are the old man ... yes Laoyu asked you to make trouble? Oh, this is not to give our brother some face! "
Black Needle vomited blood, panting, and sneered at Pig Gang: "You have betrayed the way of my demon tribe ... You are the traitors of the demon tribe ... What is your face worth?"
The pig was just asleep, shaking his head hard, and his two large ears made his scalp 'slam'.
"Little guy, do you tell the devil the right way to the old pig?"
"The demon's right path must be Rumao drinking blood? It must be burning and looting? It must be weak meat and strong food? It must be homelessness, restless day and night, frightened, flesh flying?"
"We, demon, why can't we enjoy peace?"
The pig's mane raised his mane upright and stared at the black needle very seriously: "Why can't our sons and daughters go into the warehouse, Ma Fang Nanshan, his wife and children are hoeing their heads, their children and grandchildren are stretched, and their grandchildren are fooled?"
"Because of our demon's destiny!" Black Needle roared: "We, the demon, are destined to eat human blood ... doomed to burn and plunder, destined to kill blood into a river!"
The pig just shook his head, stomped on one foot, and stepped on the black needle directly.
Several of Black Needle's companions hissed: "Brother!"
The golden light flashed in the golden eyes of the demon's eyes, and a few men disappeared at the same time.
Pig Gang coughed heavily, and said in a deep voice, "Old man is awake, this matter is troublesome ... Brother Three, be prepared to work hard!"
"Old man, four of them, they obey the legendary demon path formulated by my demon sacred tribe ... they have no possibility of compromise."