Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit - 1040. Chapter 1040

“This fellow Taoist, old man…”

Before the Poisonous Flood Dragon could finish his words, he was interrupted by a long chant of the Dragon’s Phylogeny. The Dragon’s Phylogeny with his divine consciousness immediately stirred up huge waves in the core space of the heart. Here is its territory, Yan Neng Make others sleep soundly!

What’s more, many of his secrets are hidden in Lu Ping’s core space, which is the basis for him to settle down in the cultivation world. How can he be known to outsiders?

The many magic treasures that Lu Ping fully controlled, Lingbao, no longer had the sluggishness of resisting invasion based on instincts. The power was also multiplied by the support of the dragon’s magical aspect. A dragon claw stretched out of the magical aspect Qingyun to hook, and the water flowed long. The sword shook the sky, strangling it towards the poisonous flood.

After all, this is Lu Ping’s home game. Although the Poisonous Flood Formation has the cultivation base of the later phases, the Formation itself has been injured by Asura earlier, and the loss of his body is more like a rootless Piaoping, although it still retains extraordinary qualities. Strength, but this strength can be used a little less when it can’t be replenished.

Seeing that Lu Ping didn’t allow him to explain at all, it was a life-and-death fight from the start. The Poisonous Flood Control sighed inwardly, and he had to deal with it. Under such circumstances, there is no reason to compromise, let alone the Poisonous Flood Control. At the beginning, it was to kill Lu Ping’s life.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang stood up, because the Faxiang Qingyun around his body had been mostly wiped out, and the outline of the poisonous Flood’s Faxiang had already appeared in front of Lu Ping’s eyes.

Snake body, eagle wings, eagle claws!

It can be seen from the law that this person is undoubtedly the bloodline of the dragon, while the hemolysis phase is smelted, it should be the snake monster and the eagle monster that contain the bloodline of the dragon, and the bloodline of the eagle monster should be smelted twice!

The poisonous waterfowl’s wings stretched horizontally, a pair of eagle claws stretched forward, and the “Zhengzheng” made two crisp sounds. When the long stream of water sword slashed on the eagle claws, two horns formed on the eagle claws. The eagle claws were undamaged and grabbed abruptly. , Hold the two flying swords firmly.

The long flowing sword trembles rapidly, trying to break free from the eagle’s claws. The huge power is like a wave. One wave after another comes from the eagle’s claws, shaking the unicorn dhamma ups and downs in the core space of the heart, but the poisonous scorpion dhamma is not. Never let go of the double swords under his feet.

There was a cold snort from the golden Dharma Xiangqing cloud, the golden bird hanging on the cloud sails again, and the Cangliu sword in Lu Xiaoping’s hand riding on the bird’s back had already shot out first.

Compared with Lu Ping’s external incarnation, the poisonous flood technique was extremely jealous. As soon as his wings were retracted, the snake letter in his mouth shot out like a soft sword, entwining towards the Cangliu sword.

The Peng Bird dived straight down, and the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s wings stretched out and wanted to shoot the Peng Bird again. Unexpectedly, the power of the hanging cloud sails controlled by Lu Ping was no longer as unbearable as before, and the Peng Bird smashed the poisonous flood With the flapping of the wings, a pair of sharp claws grabbed a handful of the poisonous dragon’s body, a few dark scales were caught off, the poisonous dragon’s body hissed with pain, followed by the Peng Bird also groaned, hurriedly These scales were scattered, and when they fell in the air, they turned into a thick black venom, floating towards the barrier of the core space.

A gloomy voice came from the poisonous flood, saying: “I’m still an assistant for the time being. The old man has fallen into the sun, but the poison is still there. If you insist on killing the old man, you can’t say that the old man will be The poisonous power of this body is gone, even if your cultivation reaches the sky by that time, I am afraid that it will not be good!”

Lu Ping didn’t pay any attention, a beam of thunder struck, and the black venom was completely melted away.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon said in a cold voice: “You don’t think that a few thunder and lightning magical powers can help the old man, right? Even if you are also Qibao Thunder Gourd, what can you do?”

What responded to the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s method was the dense lightning net that spouted from the mouth of the Qibao Lei Gourd, and at the same time, there was also a sunflower water divine thunder shot out of the mouth of the Dragon’s Law Xiang.

“Your Excellency is determined to put the old man to death, so don’t blame the old man!”

The Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang felt ruthless, and the Second Tribulation Scissor Lingbao leaped into the sky, and it was a cut toward the Qibao Thunder Gourd!

Qibao Leihu didn’t say a word, and turned around, and then thundered away towards the Qingyun of Faxiang.

Lu Ping was already waiting for this Second Tribulation Spirit Treasure to appear, and when the two blade lights were chasing Qibao Lei Gourd towards Faxiang Qingyun, twelve colorful lines suddenly lit up in the void of the core space. Guanghua.

“Zhen Yue!”

A white continuous light suddenly bloomed, and the white light merged into the surrounding twelve colorful brilliances. The twelve colorful brilliances suddenly shone brightly. While submerging the two blade lights, an invisible force moved from all directions. The Lingbao Scissors suspended in the air squeezed down, and the Lingbao Scissors of Two Tribulations in the air were firmly fixed in the air.

“what!”

In the incredulous gaze of the Poisonous Flood Dragon Technique, a spirit treasure of the Second Tribulation that was used by a later stage of his technique was actually imprisoned in the air. What shocked him even more was that the monk’s real name was obviously the magic weapon in front of him. A set of natal magic circle, and this set of natal magic circle is not a combination magic weapon like most monks, but a real thirteen spiritual magic weapon.

Where does a monk have so much energy to conceive so many natal magic weapons, and where does he have enough true essence to impose such a natal magic circle?

This thought just flashed in the mind of the Poisonous Flood Dragon, but even though the Poisonous Flood Dragon was restrained by the biggest hole card in his hand, he still seemed confident and said loudly: “Your Excellency thought that this would be able to make The old man submits. The magical powers of the great monks in the late stage of the law are far beyond your imagination. The old man just doesn’t want to die with you. The old man still said the same thing. I hope to have a frank and open talk with you!”

The answer to the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang was a faint blue flying sword that suddenly appeared behind the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang, severely slashing its wings toward his side.

The poisonous dragon circling and avoided the Shui Youjian’s sneak attack, opened his mouth and spit out a black poisonous fire towards the flying sword.

Unexpectedly, Shui Youjian had already missed a hit at this time and avoided it far. The poisonous fire emitted a billowing poisonous smoke, spreading into the entire core space, and the poisonous flood magic phase said coldly: “Your Excellency I think Qibao Thunder Gourd’s thunder magical powers can restrain the old man. Doesn’t the old man have any other means? This virulent old man doesn’t believe that your thunder magical powers can be full of smiles. As long as there is a little bit of thunder magical powers, your core space will surely disappear. Will be contaminated!”

However, before the words of the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Phenomenon just fell, a flame of the same black color suddenly appeared in Lu Ping’s core space, one flame after another peeled off from the flame, and the whole heart was covered in a flash. The nuclear space surrounded the poisonous fog that was spreading.

Every flame is invisible and popular, and always draws a stream of poisonous smoke. After the poisonous smoke is integrated into the flame, the whole flame begins to beat violently, and after a while, it seems to be much brighter than before.

“What kind of flame can actually swallow the old man’s poisonous smoke? Don’t you think this will be able to dissolve the old man’s poisonous smoke?”

“Noisy!”

Lu Ping let out a cold snort from the golden clouds of Faxiang Qingyun, and the overwhelming spirit squeezed towards the poisonous flood.

“A joke, the old man admits that your divine mind cultivation is good, but it is wishful thinking to overwhelm the old man with his divine mind!”

Although the previous full blow of the Poisonous Flood’s Faxiang condensed his spiritual consciousness caught Lu Ping by surprise, the remaining spiritual consciousness is weakened a lot because of the lack of physical pregnancy, but he is after all a great monk in the late Faxiang, Lu Ping. Even if his spiritual thought cultivation is extremely high, he is still incapable of overwhelming him.

But today, this poisonous flood magic phase is absolutely to be shocked and numb in front of Lu Ping’s emergence of various methods, only to see the monstrous divine thought rushing towards him like a flood that bursts a bank, a layer of invisible flame suddenly It burned above the waves of divine consciousness.

“Bilin Soul Fire!”

There was finally a trace of fear in the voice of the Poisonous Floodgate’s magical appearance, and even after a scream, Lu Ping’s spirit was no longer afraid of the poisonous techniques hidden in the poisonous floodgate’s mentality, and it squeezed towards him like a squeeze. Bi The Phosphorus Soul Fire burns out the poisonous trace contained in the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang Spiritual Mind.

“You forced me, you forced me!”

At this time, the Poisonous Flood Dragon finally realized Lu Ping’s determination to kill him. His wings suddenly flapped, and a hurricane was generated in the core space of the heart, and the Lingpeng Bird and Lu Xiaohai were all slapped by this wing. Basu, the black flame that had imprisoned the group of poisonous fumes was extinguished for the most part, and the poisonous fumes that had been reduced by one-third finally raged into the core space again.

At this moment, a spatial vortex suddenly cracked in the core space, and after a deep channel was formed, a sparkling golden pool was exposed.

It seems to feel the power of the poisonous smoke raging in the core space, the golden pool water suddenly churns up, a cloud of faint blue liquid churns up from the golden pool water, and seems to have checked and understood what it is and sinks again. , And then an inexplicable force suddenly formed, and the poisonous smoke raging in Lu Ping’s core space suddenly broke away from the control of the poisonous flood phase, and continued to converge towards the spatial vortex.

“How is it possible, Ten Thousand Poisonous Serum, no, this is the mother liquor of Ten Thousand Poisonous Serum, the mother of all poisonous under heaven, how could you have such a thing, impossible, absolutely impossible!”

Although Lu Ping didn’t know why the Poisonous Flood’s Faxiang would be so desperate when he saw the Ten Thousand Poisonous Poison. Although this Ten Thousand Poisonous Poison was extremely rare in the cultivation world, it would not cause a Fabian monk to collapse in astonishment. To the point of being the mother of all poisons, it is also recognized in the practice world. Is there any difference between the mother of all poisons and the mother of all poisons?

“Friends of Daoists also ask for their assistants. The old man is willing to recognize that he is the master. Daoists can place the divine mind prohibition in the old man’s law.

The poisonous flood magic phase became more and more anxious, just as the golden spatial vortex was formed, not only the poisonous smoke, but the poisonous flood magic phase itself also felt that a wave of power was being drawn away, converging towards the vortex. , And he himself couldn’t stop it in the slightest.