Chapter 1393: Six hundred and ninety seven

Chapter 1393 Chapter 697: Xiang Liu
"Don't worry about Tong Wu Xie!"
Duan Longcheng resolutely said to Duan Siping: "As long as the Jiexin Stone is taken away before the other party returns, there is no way even if Tong Wuxie comes back!"
Although the Evil King Palace and his party have Duan Siping as the highest seniority, it is the Young Palace Master Duan Longcheng who really gives the order.
Since the death of the old palace lord, the evil king, it is because of this activeness that stabilizes the restless hearts of the evil king's palace.
Although the momentum of the Evil King Palace in the uppermost martial arts world at this time has been greatly reduced, but the governance of the Evil King City has been greatly improved, and even the Evil King is more stable and prosperous when he is in power.
For the common people and most aristocratic families, the relationship between sects and sects is too far-reaching. What they want is only a land that can develop steadily.
And Duan Longcheng's deeds after taking the throne also convinced the people of Evil King City that even if the old city lord goes, someone can lead them to a brighter future.
The people of the lower classes were stabilized, and the middle-class families naturally extinguished their intention to disturb the situation. Although the old evil king was gone, the Duan family still had absolute dominance in the high-end combat power for the family.
Everything in the Evil Palace is developing in a good place, and Duan Longcheng's reputation is getting higher and higher.
But only the seniors of the clan who watched Duan Longcheng grow up can know that it is not easy to stabilize the chaos after the Evil Immortal King's fall.
It was not the first time that they had done this, even though it was the Great Master Wu Ji, Duan Siping still agreed to Duan Longcheng's plan after pondering for a moment.
"The Young Palace Master will now take people into the Little Spirit World immediately."
Duan Siping said solemnly: "The old man is blocking Wujiwei outside. Even if Tong Wuxie comes back, he can buy enough time for you."
"The elders must be careful, go and return to Longcheng!"
At the time of the race against time, Duan Longcheng naturally did not have any twists, after all, it was Duan Siping with the highest realm strength.
He wanted to use the Red-Eyed Evil Dragon to meet the Great Master, but he had already begun to spiritualize his body. For this kind of particularly dangerous and easily injured activity, no one in the Evil King Palace would allow it.
As the most qualified disciple of the king, Duan Longcheng shoulders the heavy responsibility of the Zhongxing Evil King City. His body is not only himself, but also belongs to the Evil King Palace. This is the greater the ability and the greater the responsibility.
Being in a high position won't get more freedom, and sometimes you can't even want to be a pure warrior.
After a few words and Duan Siping's plan, Duan Longcheng led the evil king's palace powerhouse in silver-gray standard spirit armor to Dian Cangshan.
However, Duan Siping greeted Wujiwei alone, which made the Tong Zhenshan brothers a little frightened.
They really didn't expect Duan Longcheng to be so decisive, and directly divided the troops to crush it.
It is said that it is divided into two groups, but in fact Duan Siping alone pressed it, and they were familiar with the old master of the evil palace.
Since the old Evil King fell behind, the Evil King Palace has put down his body and began to be cold and cold. The situation where the Grandmaster came to lead the team to fight for benefits is everywhere, and this Grandmaster Duan Siping has led the team for many times.
"Brother, what should I do, the old man rushed over!"
Tong Zhenhai complained to his elder brother with a sad face, that the chest that was badly injured by Xiang Liu was faintly aching again: "Why don't you avoid it first, and wait for the master to return."
"Not promising!"
Tong Zhenshan screamed: "The opponent has only one person. If you are afraid of a ball, do it with him!"
"My dear brother, this is not a human being."
Tong Zhenhai complained endlessly, but since the brother leading the team had ordered, he had to stand firm, but there are some things, he still has to remind Wujiwei's comrades, because not everyone has had a relationship with Duan Siping. Fighting and surviving: "The whole team disperses, spreads the distance, looks for opportunities individually, absolutely, absolutely, don't resist hard."
With a few words of effort, Duan Siping has come to the front, and like all the ways of simulating souls in the Evil King Palace, he is also a visual beast casting soul.
But what he visualizes is the willow of the ancient fierce beasts, and after becoming a master, he even broke up and recast the spiritual body, creating the body of the willow.
Other people's fierce beasts and spirits are used as aids for auxiliary attacks, and Duan Siping himself is an ancient fierce beast!
The figure grew long in the wind, and his clothes burst. The violently swollen Duan Siping's skin turned into a venomous emerald green, and the cracked skin was covered with fluorescent scales.
The human head became a snake with long hair scattered, a single horn grew on the front of the forehead, and the neck swelled and became longer. It only grew to a length of tens of feet in a flash.
Eight swollen sarcomas grew all over the body, getting bigger and bigger and finally tore the skin, and eight more unicorn snake heads came out of the body.
The hands and feet turned into dragon claws and stepped on the ground, the spine stretched into a dragon tail, and the nine snake-like horned heads turned into a fierce beast to examine the scattered Wu Jiwei.
Although a long distance has been opened, everyone has the feeling that they have been stared at by Xiang Liu.
As the deputy commander, the two brothers Tong Zhenshan are naturally going to be on the front battlefield, and the first time seeing Duan Siping’s eldest brother transforming Xiangliu naturally felt a little shocked.
Even if the disciples of the birth sect are not strong enough, they must have a very high vision. They naturally have their own set of methods for judging the strength of the imitation spirits.
The reason why the simulating method is called the simulating method is to imitate the characteristics of the beast, but to imitate, this object naturally has to exist before there is room for imitation.
For example, dragons and phoenix unicorns are rare, but there are still imperial beasts. As long as you pay a sufficient price, you will not only get a research manual, even if you live for a period of time, it is not difficult.
Having had such contact, understanding and learning, as long as the aptitude is not too bad, you can simulate a very different phantom spirit.
Of course, some people can rely on reading books and pictures to complete the soul-sharing method, but it will be a little rough to get the evil soul out of the ghost.
The so-called drawing dragons and tigers is difficult to draw bones. This is the truth. Something that has never been seen before, even if it is made up by imagination, is a defective product.
Either there is tangible or no god, or there is a falsehood supported by a spiritual energy inside, the Evil Palace has many jokes about forcibly mimicking a blue dragon and then being killed by a hyena.
In many cases, it is not that the stronger the object of the imitation, the stronger the imitation method, but the understanding of this beast.
The more you understand your life habits, temperament, natural talents, and evolutionary direction, the stronger your soul will be.
But Tong Zhenshan did not understand what was going on with Duan Siping's Xiangliu, Xihe had no Xiangliu anymore.
How did he understand a non-existent beast with only a few words left in the ancient books! ?
"And what's the matter with the nine-headed snake body and the horns of the dragon!?"
"What do you mean by the dragon body and dragon tail? Is this a willow or a nine-headed poisonous dragon?"
"Does the four differences made like this really have combat effectiveness?"
Tong Zhenshan’s questions one after another, and Tong Zhenhai could only weakly replied:
Big Brother, believe me, this old man’s Xiangliu is absolutely true. The Evil Palace’s research on spiritual simulation has long been beyond our understanding. Duan Longcheng’s red-eyed evil dragon and Duan Siping’s dragon-shaped willow are all myths and illusions that perfectly integrate the characteristics of several fierce beasts!"
"Mythical fantasy, how fantasy is it?"
Listening to the words of the third brother's rising ambitions, Tong Zhenshan was furious, and instantly activated the armor on his body, with Yinyou on his left hand and Yanyang on his right hand, shouting: "Wuji Wei listens to orders, disperses the guerrillas, and puts all the heads of this Hydra Cut it down!"
After that, Tong Zhenshan took the lead. The Yin and You Yang flames were kneaded into Hunyuan Wuji Qi, pushed out from his chest and exploded on the snake's neck. The attack comparable to the low-grade earth-level spiritual skills directly blew the dragon scales, and it spewed Bloody fluid.
One blow severely wounded Xiangliu so that Wujiwei's momentum was greatly boosted, and the Wujiwei who pinched the fusion skills followed suit, and Hunyuan Wuji blasted Xiangliu's nine ring heads from all directions.
The scales of the dragon were shattered and the poison surged. No matter how angry Xiang Liu was, he couldn't save the situation.
The Promise Guard cooperates with a clear division of labor, and the target that is stared at by the snake head quickly retreats. If Xiang Liu probe chases it, then the elongated neck becomes the best target for others.
If the snake head turns the target, then it will be attacked by the original chase. There is no temptation to brew, and the raising of the hand is a single-player fusion skill, and the worst power can reach the standard of the earth-level spiritual skill under the spirit increase.
Even with the body of Xiangliu built with the weight of the master's power, under this cyclic and intensive attack, all nine heads were injured, and the most serious one was almost broken.
Looking at the result of the battle before him, Tong Zhenshan laughed and said: "What mythological and fantasy species, it can still catch blind when it encounters our Wujiwei, how fierce the ancient gods can be!?"
"This big brother's situation seems to be wrong."
Tong Zhenhai looked at Xiang Liu who was beaten by Wu Jiwei so much that he could not fight back, with a faint premonition in his heart.
He who has ever played against each other naturally knows Duan Siping’s tyrannical willow soul. The nine horns on the forehead of the nine dragon-like snake-like rings contain nine divine lights with different attributes, which are comparable to earth-level spiritual skills. , Fierce, how could it be suppressed.
Unless he did it intentionally!
But when fighting, no one would deliberately injure himself, this is illogical.
It is advisable for the remaining brave to chase the poor. Tong Zhenshan does not feel that there is anything wrong, but rather comforts Tong Zhenhaidao: "Dozens of fusion skills are endless, not to mention the Xiangliu from the imitation of the spirit, that is the ancient Longzhou. The head fierce returned to the land again, and he couldn't bear it. What's wrong!"
"Big Brother is right."
Tong Zhenhai nodded looking at Xiang Liu who was being besieged and furiously incompetent.
The battle is still going on, perhaps because of the bulky body hindering flexibility, Xiang Liu's anger is getting more and more intense, nine heads roaring up to the sky, Wu Jiwei can even see the poisonous saliva from the torn mouthparts.
The monster got angry, and the Promise Guards tacitly expanded to the outer circle. From a tactical point of view, the angry enemy is the best enemy, because the action is better predictive and the reason is worse, just like the shape of Xiangliu. Fierce beasts, their attack method is to poke their heads and bite. Although they are fast, as long as they are hit in the neck that controls the direction, they will lose their head. The distance is to get a better area.
But this kind of thing, the angry Xiang Liu should not be able to feel it, what it wants to do now, it should be a crazy probe to kill them all.
The Promise Guards who cooperated with each other looked at each other and smiled. This kind of tacit understanding of tactical cooperation that can be completed silently is really comfortable.
But why didn't Sang Liu chase him?
The Wuji guards who moved away from the distance looked at Xiang Liu from a distance, and were shocked.
Perhaps it was because of being too furious, Xiang Liu's nine heads actually had infighting, biting each other at the first part of the ring.
Blood scales flew across and the acid mist evaporated, making the nine heads that had been scarred become even more miserable.
The head that had been hit hard was directly bitten off and fell heavily to the ground, struggling and roaring, bloodstained everywhere.
Then the second one, the third one
"What's going on, crazy?"
Tong Zhenshan didn't know why, but Tong Zhenhai seemed to figure it out suddenly, his face pale.
"Brother, we lost"
"What are you losing, what are you talking about!?"
"Look, big brother"
Weeping, Tong Zhenhai pointed to the new one-horned snake heads that had regrown from the broken heads of Xiang Liu's nine heads, and the blood-stained poisonous cloud rising from the broken heads of the nine snakes on the ground.
"If a head is cut off, a head will grow. The blood is very poisonous, and even the human king's gong body cannot bear it. This is all the information recorded in ancient books. How did I forget it just now!"
Tong Zhenhai reproached himself: "Now that the poisonous cloud covers the sky, and the willows are harmless, we have no chance to approach the spiritual world!"
"I made the order, so how can I blame you!"
Tong Zhenshan frowned and said, "It turns out that the beating was to get these bloodstains. Those nine self-harms are not enough for the attacks of Wujiwei? Damn, they are really underestimated!"
The battle started again, and this time Xiang Liu was no longer angry as before, and his nine heads were entangled in a leisurely manner. They were obviously the head of a beast, with a little mockery on his face.
‘What a bunch of fools. ’
Tang Luo, who had been watching the battle in the sky, held his forehead helplessly, and said in his heart.
Xiang Liu was originally a poisonous beast, and Wu Jiwei also cooperated with the strongest means to draw people out. It would be a ghost if he could win this time.
Looking up at the poisonous cloud covering the sky and the sun, Tang Luo shook his head helplessly, moved a few steps, and blocked the way of the evil king's palace troops.
"Eight-treasure robes?"
Duan Longcheng, the leader, looked at the visitors, frowned and said, "This time the Evil Palace only takes the spirit world and does not want to hurt people. I advise you not to mistake yourself."
Duan Longcheng didn’t know Tang Luo. From the friction between the Evil Palace and the Longxi Alliance to the final negotiation, Tang Luo never appeared. Even if he heard Tang Luo’s name, he couldn’t get in touch with the person in front of him. At the same time, it can only be roughly judged that a certain powerful person in the Yun family is wearing a armor and wants to block the way.
If it weren't because Tang Luo's face was too young, Duan Longcheng wouldn't be too concerned.
Being mistaken again, Tang Luo had to report to his family: "Longxi Tangluo, I have seen the Young Palace Master and seniors."
He arched his hands in a perfunctory manner. From the posture, there was no respect for Tang Luo, but the two forces that were originally hostile relations were enough to do this superficial effort in the wild after the negotiation.
Do you still expect Tang Luo to respect them from the heart like the younger generation of Evil King City?
(End of this chapter)