Chapter 134: : Aura

"Heishan old demon, do you really think you have become the king of the dark, and dare to wear a Pingtian crown, aren't you afraid of punishment?"
Yan Chixia glared at the old demon sitting on the skeleton's high platform. If she had the Cabernet Sword and Diamond Sutra in the ghost world of the female, she could barely fight the other party. Now, without the magic weapon, the opponent ’s strength has increased significantly, which is no longer a level.
"It's sinister."
He simply cursed angrily, this boss has no bossy style at all, and obviously has an absolute advantage. He actually sent an army of ghost soldiers to weaken the strength of everyone, and waited for the fight to appear.
Can be described as shameless, to the extreme.
Moreover, holding on to the goddesses Wang Zuxian and Lin Qingxia, they couldn't stand it, absolutely could not stand it!
"Hahahaha ..." The old demon in Montenegro laughed. "In this world, there is no heaven, no land, who can do anything to me? Guanfu, or a Shushan disciple like you? Oh, yes, there are evolutionaries, but unfortunately it is a group of soil. Chicken dogs, powdered between backhands. "
"That boy, to a certain degree of ability to kill the tree demon, but unfortunately the end will be miserable, the soul trapped in my body will never be born!"
"After killing Er and so on today, we will combine Wanzong ghost body and stone demon real body into one, build Yan Jun ghost emperor, come to this world, and finally transform this world into a ghost land, and achieve supreme hegemony, Hahaha ... "
Lin Xi looked indifferent.
Death chanters, villains such as Montenegro's bosses, are all ambitious.
Yes, they are very powerful, but there is still one mountain high. How many bosses have the world come down? If you are desperate to expand the site, it will definitely conflict with other bosses. A death wing with shadow flames is enough to fuse them into elements!
"This world turns into a ghost, how many kills are you going to make? It's a sin barrier!"
Master Dinghui's face was red and his beard fluttered. Even if he had practiced Buddhism for a lifetime, he could not help but swear and yell-he quickly folded his hands, pressed the nameless thoughts in his heart, and announced a Buddhist chant. :
"Amitabha, the poor monk is in love, sin, sin ..."
"Humph!"
The old demon in Montenegro was furious: "Old monk, you are a cooked duck, and you die before you die! All the ghosts will be out of line, give me, kill these bastards!"
"To finish ..."
Li Qi's face was ugly. Previously, there were only more than 20 ghost generals, and he led the army of ghost soldiers to almost persecute the crowd. Now there are hundreds of ghost generals, not to mention a few people. It is a city and definitely will Destroyed!
The demon ghosts will all ride horses, forming a square array of cavalry charge, but without impact, but slowly approaching the crowd, such a move will increase psychological pressure.
Looking at a dead white and dark blue ghost, holding axes, guns, broad knives, puppets, crickets, iron whips and other weapons, the ghosts will come in, and the eerie sentiment will be connected together, as if the tsunami waves were oppressed. Everyone could barely breathe.
Even Yan Chixia's eyes flashed with despair.
"The ancestor of the disciples, Yan Chixia, is going to lose face for Shushan." He bit his fingers apart, painted the palms of his palms with blood, and painted Tai Chi. "Let me fight to the last drop today. Death in blood, ghosts, come on! "
Master Dinghui runs the magic silently, and the
4D mark
composed of golden light in the pupils flashes silently. Zen meditation does not care about the skin. There is nothing to die. Killing one more ghost before death can weaken the old demon of Montenegro. Power, make a little contribution to this world.
"Unfortunately ... Lin Xiao, the donor, and others failed to escape ..."
Thinking of Lin Xi with unlimited potential, he will also die in this underworld, and some vague mists emerge from the eyes of the old monk.
"Fight to death!"
Uncle Jiu's countenance is strong. In history, Taoist priest Maoshan did not know how many died in the battle with evil spirits. He would not fear death either. The Seven Star Sword took the blessing of the magic spell in his hands, and the seven stars engraved on the sword body lit up one after another, and the entire weapon was covered with a layer of starlight.
"Simple and simple, and Liu Suifeng, Jiang Xinyu, Li Qi, you use the red line to form a five-element array."
"Yes, Master!"
Take out the ink fountain and the red line quickly and easily. Each of the five people held a line to intercept on the ground. Unfortunately, even Jiushu himself knew that the red line could only deal with ordinary ghosts and wanted to stop the ghosts. It was undoubtedly a dream.
The ghost in front is approaching. When the stretched red line touches the horse, it immediately blows out a puff of smoke. The ghost will wave the big knife in his hand, the knife flashes, and several red lines will break and explode together. Simply wait for someone to fall backwards.
"No!"
A ghost will not deal with it, let alone a hundred?
Among the crowd, even the strongest fighting girl, Tifa, was only able to fight seven or eight against one person, facing the ghost generals, a sigh of breath permeated, and the little courage that just emerged was almost gone.
At this moment, Lin Xi stood out and stood in front of everyone.
A word flashed in his mind.
That was Zong Hou at the time, when the "Requiem" forbidden curse was about to fall, he roared at all the desperate people:
"Hope is still alive, how can we give up lightly!"
A halberd appeared in his hand.
It has a length of two meters and five meters, and the whole body is a dark cyan giant halberd. The surface is densely covered with complicated patterns and looks heavy and mighty. A layer of blood shrouded over the war halberd, and the halo rippled, as if burning hot fire.
Just looking at this halberd, the blood in the body accelerated, almost breaking out, and everyone felt a passionate, inspiring emotion, brewing in the chest.
"This ... what is this?"
Not only Ding Hui, Yan Chixia, etc., but also the eyes of the old monster in Montenegro were attracted by the war halberd, and the shaky bead curtain showed the inner uneasiness.
"Buzz ..."
The war halberd danced between Lin Xi's raised hands, bringing up the sound of the propeller whistling, the strong storm turbulence, making the nearby Tiffa a little unable to open his eyes, the war halberd, Insert one into the ground.
"Come out, my warrior!"
I do n’t know if it ’s the reality of Nether Earth House, the soul in the war halberd has been affected-Hekarim, the Spartan Heroic Soul Halberd, and finally at the most critical moment, the transformation is complete.
In the cold hell, a fierce fierce wind blew. Following the original Battle of the Shadow Island, it was engraved in history, leaving greatness and glory on the road of human civilization, and writing glory warriors with blood. We are here again.
The 300 infants formed the Roman infantry formation by reshaping the flesh and entering into a contract in the battle halberd's formation--
Spartan Army!
A Spartan warrior holding a spear and shield and wearing an ancient Roman helmet, wearing only a pair of underpants on his body, showing hard and swollen chest muscles and abdominal muscles with rocky outlines, and a red cloak fluttered behind him, as blood-stained Flag.
Fearless, bloody, never retreat, never yield!
Leonida's scarred face was twisted, his eyes were stern and enthusiastic, his breathing was heavy, his chest was violently undulating, and the blood flowing from his blood vessels made him unable to control his desire to start killing. Hope, raised his right arm and held up Spear, issued a roar of Spartans:
"This is Sparta!"
When 300 muscular naked men and nearly a hundred riding ghosts killed together, I don't know how many people's chins almost fell to the ground.
"Lin Xi, you ..."
Master Ding Hui's lips were open and closed. I didn't know what to say. Yan Chixia and her eyebrows were long and her mouth was wide. The bald young man Li Qi shook his head, and gave Lin Xi a thumb, but it was simple and simple. It is dull.
Even though Lin Xi was transformed into Ultraman, neither of them would be surprised, but seeing the legendary 300 Spartan warriors summoned by this boy, the two brothers still felt the magic of the world.
If the ghost is going to be cold ice, then the Spartan warrior is a hot fire!
When the ice and fire collided, everyone was shocked by the scene.
Ghosts are not ordinary units, but elites belonging to the elite, formed of cavalry squares, belonging to the fantasy legion. And Sparta, each of them is the top fighter, hard-working, and with a "mad" -like momentum bonus.
If it is one-on-one, except Leonidas, ordinary soldiers will not be opponents of ghosts, but the number of Spartans is far above each other.
The three soldiers attacked a ghost general and a sharp and fierce spartan king. For a time, the terrible ghost general cavalry was actually chaotic by the Spartans, showing their own fighting. situation.
There were no screams, only the icy slash and the roar of blood.
Leonida lifted his left arm, holding the swell of the muscles of the Buckler's arm as a sculpted bulge. The "shield strike", which gathered the strength of the whole body, knocked a horse over, ignoring a wound pierced on the shoulder. The gun ended up landing on the ground.
"Go, kill the old demon in Montenegro!"
Hundreds of ghosts will be blocked by the three hundred Spartan fighters. The crowd is undoubtedly greatly encouraged. Yan Chixia rushes to the skull high platform with Yimeidaochang and Dinghui, and even Ma Chunhua and others rushed over. Only Tifa remained beside Lin Xi.
"Sparta ~ EbookFREE.me ~ can only deal with the Yin soldiers, the old demon of Montenegro ..."
Lin Xi is very clear about the current situation. He wants to rely on Spartan soldiers to kill the ghost generals, and then to kill the ghosts to destroy the old monster in Montenegro. It must be a dream. After all, this is only the Spartan army, not the Ultraman army of the M78 nebula.
Yan Chixia and others who rushed up were not likely to be opponents. If the old demon of Heishan still has various forms like the essence of the tree and the tree demon ...
"You have to find a way ... to become stronger!"
There is less than one-tenth of the energy left. Fighting skills are short board, and there is no possibility of explosion. Lin Xi has to think of other methods. He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and determined to be Shenghui. At that time, the master turtle, who enlightened in the dream, rushed into his heart.
A bit of aura is a charm. The world mistakes Mo and Zhu. Guxian refused to say clearly, but Ms. Doro's husband.
Lin Xi's mind was fixed in a picture. It was the turtle master. He waved in front of him with a wooden staff and outlined the text with a golden chivalry. In the void, it was large, towering, and motionless.如 蝌蚪 's handwriting:
gas. (To be continued.)