Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit - 1041. Chapter 1041

The Poisonous Flood Dragon seemed to have no resistance to the so-called ten thousand poisonous pulp mother liquor in his mouth. In order to survive, the great monks of the later stage of the dignified Faxiang had said that he wanted to recognize Lu Ping as the master and willingly said that the Faxiang was prohibited.

If it’s someone else, it’s just that, but this poisonous flood phase itself is an existence that has survived the second thunder tribulation. The surging pure sun aura in the Fa is quite turbulent, which can’t be blocked or stopped. In addition to completely obliterating it, existence dare to have the slightest trust.

The more this poisonous flood fascinator asked for mercy, the less Lu Ping dared to trust him. Who knows how many back-hands this majestic cultivator has left behind. Once he bites his body, he is not even sure to be able to. Suppress it again.

At this time, Lu Ping didn’t have time to think about the mother liquor of the poisonous saccharum in the mouth of the poisonous flood. He just widened the space channel together with the bluestone pool that contained the poisonous magma.

And this ten thousand poisonous syrup does not seem to have the weirdness that was just a taste of all kinds of poisons before, or because of the earth-shattering of the poisonous skill of the poisonous flood phase, which makes the pool of ten thousand poisonous syrups want to stop, in short, from there The toxins extracted from the poisonous flood phase did not condense into clouds above the bluestone pool and then turned into golden raindrops, but directly merged into the bluestone pool, and the surface of the poisonous slurry was visible to the naked eye. Rise quickly.

“Do you think you can kill the old man like this?”

Seeing that Lu Ping’s temptation to take a great monk into a slave could not be shaken, the Poisonous Flood’s Faxiang suddenly went crazy: “The old man has been in the East China Sea all his life. If you lose your physical body, and you have restrained your poison and magical powers, you will be killed?”

As soon as the voice fell, the pure sun aura of the poisonous flood face suddenly burned, and he broke free from the shackles of the bluestone pond ten thousand poisonous slurry, and at the same time pushed away the spirit of Lu Ping, who was burning with the green phosphorus soul fire, with both wings. With a shake, the Poisonous Flood Dragon Howling rushed towards the Dragon’s Faxiang hidden in the golden Qingyun and never showing its true face.

Lu Ping snorted coldly and said, “Looking for a dead end!”

The golden Qingyun rolled fiercely, and the dragon’s Faxiang was eager to try it in Qingyun, obviously excited about the direct confrontation before this Faxiang.

The poisonous flood phase burns the pure Yang breath, making his own aura soar, but he also knows that this is a desperate method. Once the pure Yang Qi burns out, he will be beaten back to his original form immediately, even the cultivation base of the law phase. They may not be able to keep it.

But now in this situation, if you don’t work hard, you can only wait for death. The poisonous flood is a person who is determined by the big decision, and there is no vague hesitation on this kind of life-critical matter.

However, just as the poisonous dragon was about to crash into Lu Ping’s Faxiang Qingyun, a golden tail suddenly flung out of Qingyun and drew towards the poisonous dragon.

The poisonous waterfowl’s wings shook, and the figure was lifted up. After evading the blow, a pair of giant claws suddenly protruded from Qingyun above the head. It happened to catch the poisonous waterfowl’s eagle wings, and the giant claws suddenly disappeared. Tear, amidst the painful roar of the poisonous scorpion, one eagle’s wing was completely torn apart, and the other one was also torn apart.

One horn opened his mouth and shot a soft snake letter sword, but saw a cloud of Qingyun turning over, and instantly submerged the soft sword, only vaguely saw the branches and forks like antlers sweeping through Qingyun.” “Zhengqiang” with a crisp sound, the soft sword seemed to want to entangle something in Qingyun, but in the end it was unsuccessful and was knocked back by a huge force.

The pure-yang fire on the Poison Flood’s Faxiang has become increasingly dim, and the Poison Flood has also become more anxious, but nowadays, it is not to say that it is half cheap, and he has not even seen the true face of the opponent’s Fa.

The unicorn opened his mouth and sprayed the last bit of poisonous fire towards Faxiangqingyun, and the golden Faxiangqingyun began to corrode and melt on a large scale the moment he encountered the venom.

Suddenly, I saw a huge head of a strange dragon protruding above the golden auspicious clouds. This head was so weird that it looked like a crocodile head but it had a pair of bull ears, two antlers on the head, and two long antlers left by the mouth. The carp whiskers and the bushy horsehair on the neck.

What kind of path is this? Isn’t the four alike?

The strange dragon glanced indifferently at the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang, the poisonous floodgate’s heart was suddenly abrupt, it seems that the previous coercion from the bloodline was once again on his body.

The strange dragon spit out, and a clear stream of sweet spring sprinkled from his mouth. The melting poisonous fire suddenly made a “chicking” sound after encountering a bite of sweet spring condensed by the strange flood with its original aura, a lot of white. The haze rose up, and the poisonous fire of Poison Jiao was finally extinguished.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang was still waiting to move, but he saw that a golden giant claw suddenly stretched out from the Faxiang Qingyun and grabbed his head.

The first reaction of the poisonous flood phase was to dodge. Unexpectedly, the whole body was imprisoned by a strange force, and she looked down, but didn’t know when countless auspicious clouds had turned into filaments, entwining the poisonous floodgate’s body. .

He could still be imprisoned even when the poisonous flood magic phase burned his own pure Yang aura. Obviously, the pure Yang Qi was also contained in Qingyun, and its richness was not inferior to that of the poisonous flood magic phase.

The series of accidents have left the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s Faxiang no time for shock, and he can no longer move up and down, and can only watch the golden giant claws grow bigger and bigger in the sky, pressing down on the Faxiang’s body.

A look of despair flashed through the eyes of the poisonous scorpion, two strange flames suddenly ignited from the eyes, but the flames suddenly retracted, not continuing to burn on the surface of the dharma, but toward the inside of the dharma. Drill away.

Lu Ping’s spiritual mind could clearly perceive that the inside of the Poisonous Flood Formation had been ignited by these two weird flames, but the strange thing was that the surface of the Formation still maintained its original shape.

No, this poisonous flood is going to explode!

Lu Ping made a squeak in his heart, but the giant claws of the dragon’s face never slowed down the speed of suppression. At the same time, a ball flew out of Qingyun suddenly, with a “poof” before the dragon. The golden giant claws of the Faxiang smashed on the top of the Poison Flood Faxiang’s head.

The poisonous flood magic fell in response to the sound, and the black flame burning in the body suddenly dissipated, but soon there were signs of condensation again.

The orb was the pure sun orb of the dragon’s dynastic aspect. Seeing that the black flame condensed again, the pure yang orb suddenly rose in suspension, and began to rotate slowly in front of the poisonous dragon’s dharma-like eyes. The black flame began to be absorbed by the Pure Yang Pearl, and at the same time, the flame condensed in the Dharma phase began to slow down.

At this moment, the golden giant claw was finally pressed down, and the poisonous flood was grasped by the dragon’s claw on the top of the head and directly pressed down. The black flame burning in the body was finally completely suppressed.

“How is it possible, how is it possible, you can actually suppress the old man!”

A weak voice came from the suppressed Poisonous Flood Dragon, but it still looked desperate. Obviously, he couldn’t believe that a great monk of the late stage would be defeated so miserably: “Who are you? Who the hell is it?”

Lu Ping didn’t pay attention at all. After the Pure Yang Pearl absorbed the black flames burning in the Dharma Phase, it still rotated before the suppressed Poisonous Flood Phase. Peel off, and then be adsorbed on the pure Yang Pearl.

The poisonous floodgate was still roaring, and Lu Ping directly penetrated the Biphosphorous Fire Soul from the poisonous floodgate’s eyes, and began to burn the poisonous floodgate’s spirit, and the roar of the poisonous floodgate suddenly turned into a miserable howl.

“You can’t kill me, the old man is the North League monk Chu Ye, as long as you can save the old man’s life, the old man will definitely give you great benefits!”

Lu Ping didn’t know the identity of the Poisonous Flood Dragon, but when he heard that this man was actually one of the three great monks of the Northern League, the ancestor of Chu Ye who was famous for his strange poisonous magical powers, he couldn’t completely wipe him out in his heart. The determination to stay for future troubles is even deeper.

As for the benefits that the ancestor Ye said, Lu Ping believes that this majestic late-stage great monk is indeed capable of doing it. At least, losing another great monk in the Beimeng, which is in constant strife, will definitely fall into a precarious situation. The Beimeng will inevitably become a piece of fat among the wolves. If Lu Ping has an old horse who knows how to guide him, he may be able to obtain the greatest benefit from the competition among many sects!

But no matter what Chu Ye said is true or false, Lu Ping would rather believe that these are false!

Because no matter how big the benefit is, it must be a life or enjoyment, Lu Ping is not willing to leave the slightest hidden danger by his side.

The pure Yang flame burning on the surface of the Poisonous Flood Formation has long been extinguished, and the voice of the ancestor Chu Ye’s painstaking pleading is getting lower and lower, and the poisonous Flood Formation that is suppressed by the Dragon Formation cannot have the slightest change, under the burning of the green phosphorus soul fire. , Even though the divine mind of the ancestor Chu Ye has reached the pinnacle of the great monk of Faxiang, he can only gradually meet the destiny of the fall.

The poisonous flood magic phase gradually disintegrated and turned into a mass of chaos again. The poison contained in it has long been absorbed by the ten thousand poisonous paste, and the Biphosphorous Soul Fire is still burning on it, and in Lu Ping’s divine mind, the ancestor Chu Ye It had long since disappeared, but Lu Ping still didn’t dare to be careless. Who knows what life-saving cultivators have.

This group of dharma chaos is actually a dharma soul, and it is a dharma soul left behind by a master dharma monk.

Lu Ping stretched out his hand to invite the exquisite wine cauldron, ingested this group of spirit of the spirit into the wine cauldron, and at the same time suspended the Pure Sun Pearl above the wine cauldron, and was still absorbed continuously in the wine cauldron, melted and transformed into a mass of rich aura. Pure Yang Qi.

Lu Ping thought for a while, and then covered the mouth of the exquisite wine cauldron with a group of Bi-Phosphorus Soul Fire, so that every strand of the rich aura that emanates had to be filtered by the Bi-Phosphorus Soul Fire, which completely relieved his mind.

In a secluded alley, Lu Ping suddenly opened his eyes, but his face suddenly flushed with blood, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and instantly corroded the bluestone slab on the ground to a depth of three inches after it fell on the ground. Big hole.