Chapter 605 Torture
"Hahaha~~~"
Zhenjun Du'er laughed loudly. He had never been so happy as he was at this moment. In the past, he fought side by side with Ning Daoran. Look Ning Daoran never had such pleasure when he killed someone.
After all, what I saw was the irreconcilable enemy I wanted to kill but had never been able to kill.
Ning Daoran is a good figure. His calculations in front of him are a nightmare for Zhenjun Qinglan, but it is so happy for Zhenjun Du'er. When he saw Qing When Lord Lan was extremely angry but helpless, he was extremely pleasing to the eyes in Lord Du'er's eyes!
The second formation is the Nine-turn Ruyi Formation, and the third formation is the Descent Star Array.
Ning Daoran clapped his hands and said, "Forget it, you, Zhenjun Qinglan, are only worthy of Ning to arrange three formations. No matter how many of them are, it will be a waste."
"You... …”
The True Lord Qinglan has not yet fought with Ning Daoran, but at this time he was already in a state of heart attack and was about to get angry.
"Do it!"
After a ray of lightning burst, Ning Daoran's body immediately disappeared from the spot! "What?!"
Zhengjun Qinglan was shocked. Not only did the other party disappear, but he even had no breath. What a powerful way to restrain breathing!
The next moment, a ray of blazing white light bloomed in the air!
Secret technique!
The White Tiger Subdues Soul Break!
The moment Ning Daoran shot down from the sky, it seemed like an extremely huge holy beast, white tiger, pounced down from the sky, the sound of tiger roaring, the sound of breaking the wind, and the sound of the terrifying spirit crushing the void, All of this is so clear!
The True Lord Qinglan shouted loudly, and had to share half of his mind against Ning Daoran. His right hand raised, and a green green spiritual treasure-level magic plate "buzzed" and even refined a strand of wisps. The silk-like water-attributed mana gushed out into the air, intending to use softness to suppress the White Tiger's attack on the subsidence of the soul!
"Pushpeng~~~"
The loud noise continued, and the gun light crushed down, shattering most of the water-attributed mana, and the real gun tip of the Qinglong Spear And as the wind fell, he headed straight to the head of Zhenjun Qinglan!
"What?!"
Zhengjun Qinglan was shocked. He used half of his mind to use a move that he could not even block the other party's shot? Is this the strength that should be available in the early stage of the Nascent Soul?
At the same time, Du'er Zhenjun roared, the seven treasure heavenly umbrella roared wildly, and the umbrella branches swayed, and a clang of flying swords flew out, and the attack was extremely fierce and headed straight for Zhenjun Qinglan with a fierce attack And go!
Ning Daoran was slightly shocked.
I haven't seen each other for many years, Du'er Zhenjun has really become much stronger. He actually re-sacrificed the Seven Treasure Heavenly Umbrella, and has refined each umbrella branch into a flying sword, and then cooperated with his sword trait , the power that can be exerted will naturally be even more terrifying!
Sure enough, those who can fight against two in Guixu Secret Realm and kill Tianzhao Zhenjun and Qinghe Zhenjun are not worthy of being famous. It is obviously not enough to achieve such a record by sneak attack alone!
"Brother Ning!"
The moment when Du'er Zhenjun counterattacked, he sent a voice message: "You can only severely damage this beast, and leave the killing to me!"
>"Yes."
Ning Daoran said calmly: "I understand."
"Yeah!"
Zheng Du'er focused his head, and his heart felt warm. This brother was really not in vain!
In the air, Ning Daoran shot five shots in a row, which made Zhenjun Qinglan vomit blood continuously.
He felt that this was not enough. This middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator had a deep foundation and could indeed kill him with the Four Symbol Skill alone, but it would take a long time, but he did not want to use soul-suppressing techniques. If he did, he would use the power to suppress the soul. If the soul art instantly suppresses it, and then causes severe damage, it will lose the feeling of slowly tortureing enemies during revenge.
At this time, he felt like the villains in fantasy novels and films, and he wished he could peel the cramps and skin the Lord Qinglan and torture him to death slowly!
So, Ning Daoran sacrificed the thunder vine and the fire vine, and whipped Qinglan Zhenjun's body in the air with thunder and fire, and whipped him one hundred eight thousand whips first! "You..."
True Lord Qinglan was furious. At first he thought the thunder vine and fire vine were very fatal, but he didn't expect that it was not the case. It was just that there were too many and it was extremely troublesome. It’s not that a single thunder vine can kill the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.
However, as the continuous thrust of Lei Teng and Fire Teng, the expensive robe worn by Zhenjun Qinglan turned into ashes in a blink of an eye, and then the inner armor was slightly slapped by Ning Daoran. The invincible golden silk sword was shattered, and then the body was directly beaten.
The cultivator who can be promoted to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul will never be too bad to temper his body. The body of Zhenjun Qinglan is extremely compact, but he is still covered in scars by the thunder and fire vines.
Ning Daoran took action with a proper measure and would not kill the opponent quickly.
However, True Lord Du'er acted as the main force that severely damaged the opponent, inserted an umbrella branch into the opponent's chest with a "pop", and then smashed the True Lord Qinglan with a fierce punch. The bridge of the nose.
"Hahahaha~~~~"
Zhengjun Qinglan's face was covered in blood and laughed wildly: "Du'er, even if you kill me, can you save your loved ones? A woman of life? You don’t know, before she dies..."
"Shut up!"
Ning Daoran's cold eyes shot into the eyes of Zhenjun Qinglan. The next moment, Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed it, and the "peng" sounded shattered Zhenjun Qinglan's vocal cords from the air. This is not the end. Ning Daoran raised his magic power to the peak, and with a "boom", he released an extremely terrifying spiritual pressure, which directly compressed the magic power and spiritual consciousness of Zhenjun Qinglan, allowing him to even transmit the voice to stimulate Zhenjun Du'er. None.
Du'er Zhenjun's eyes turned red, and he suddenly felt that his brother, who was famous outside, was actually extremely delicate in his mind. He had thought of everything he should think of.
After continuous heavy punches, Zhenjun Qinglan's face was beaten into a pool of meat paste.
"Fix it."
Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed at the sea water, silently pursed the Houtu Art. Suddenly, the mud and sand in the depths of the seabed roared, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a huge island and reef rushing. When he went out to the sea, Ning Daoran shot out more than a dozen golden silk swords, and nailed the already broken body of Zhenjun Qinglan onto the island and reefs with a "pu" look like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Brother Du'er, I have heard of a method of using Nascent Soul to refine lamp oil. It not only makes people worse than death, but also makes them never reborn and never have the chance to be reborn." Ning Daoran suggested road. "It's a coincidence, I have heard of it..."
Zhengjun Du'er laughed: "Thank you, Brother Ning, reminder!" "It's OK, it's OK."
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"Oh, brother, you are so good~~~"
When the two were polite, Zhenjun Qinglan was vague and bloody. Although he could not speak or transmit voice, his hearing was normal. After hearing these words, he felt like he wanted to die.
And he was indeed about to die.
"Old dog Qinglan, I will send you on the way!"
Zhenjun Du'er raised his hand and pointed, and a sword intent penetrated the eyebrows of Zhenjun Qinglan, directly Kill him!
And the moment when the Nascent Soul jumped out, Du'er Zhenjun directly sacrificed a bronze pot, which was the bronze pot that imprisoned Tianzhao Zhenjun!
"Swish!"
The Nascent Soul of the True Lord Qinglan was immediately sucked into the copper pot.
Zhengjun Du'er quickly made several magic tricks, blocking the sound transmission ability of the Yuanying Zhenjun Qinglan, so that he could only stay in the bronze pot as a mute.
"You..."
The Nashin Master Amazaka's Nascent Soul was shocked: "Fellow Daoist Qinglan?! Why are you here too?"
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The Nascent Soul Little Man was whimpering, but could not say a word, nor could he transmit the voice of the soul. He was extremely painful for a moment.
Mr. Du'er Du'er smiled calmly: "Fellow Daoist Amaterasu, you can leave."
"Oh?"
Mr. Amaterasu's true: "Fellow Daoist Amaterasu, you can leave."
Mr. "Oh?"
Mr. Amaterasu's true: "Fellow Daoist Amaterasu, you can leave."
Mr. Can you take what you say seriously? ”
"Of course, take it seriously, let's go now."
"So, thank you..."
Just as the bronze pot opened a gap, the Nasaka Shin-jun's Nascent Soul Little Man jumped suddenly When he came out, his body flew towards the distance, he directly activated the teleportation magic power!
"Click!"
He just jumped on the spot for a moment, and the teleportation magic was blocked by the Forbidden Formation!
"What? Is there a formation?!"
Monster Amazaka was shocked and hurriedly flew into the distance: "Fellow Daoist, I'm leaving."
"Go away your mother! "
The voice of Du'er Zhenjun suddenly sounded in the air: "I offended me, but I still want to leave?!"
"Puchi!"
A short blue sword fell from the sky and instantly divided the Yuanying of the True Lord of Tianzhao into two and killed.
Ning Daoran's mouth twitched. The ferocious look in front of him was probably the true face of Du'er Zhenjun. What a fierce little old man...
And, he let the amateur lights go The True Lord’s Nascent Soul Leaving was probably just to make room for the True Lord Qinglan.
As for the True Lord Qinglan, the price of living in a bronze pot alone is extremely tragic. His Nascent Soul will be refined into a light, and his soul will endure endless torture. I know that many years later, the Nascent Soul will be cured. The power of the soul and blood and energy of the soul are completely exhausted, and then they turn into dust and completely disappear between heaven and earth.
This is probably the most miserable way to die in the world of immortal cultivation, and there is no chance of reincarnation.
...
In the distance, the battle continued. True Lord Liuyun held two moon-shaped treasures in the well in his hand and chopped them up in the crowd, still slapping vegetables.
Ning Daoran's mouth twitched again.
"Qinglan's old dog is dead, but his disciples are still there."
Ning Daoran said: "The grass must be eradicated, otherwise the spring breeze will blow and regenerate. What I mean Brother should understand, right? ”
"I understand!"
Zhenjun Du'er gave a look of understanding.
"Kill! No one left!"
The two Nascent Souls immediately took action and strangled from both directions.
At the same time, he slapped Lingpu Cave Heaven at the same time: "Everyone comes out to kill the enemy, don't let anyone go!"
In addition, even the A-level paper men and B-level paper men on the Sea Dragon Immortal Boat flew out one by one to join the battlefield.
For a moment, the disciples and grandsons of the Lord Qinglan were shocked. The reason why they had not scattered the birds and beasts was just because the ancestor was still fighting bloody battles, and the outcome was still not decided. In addition, they were in large numbers. Everyone, although Liuyun Zhenjun seems to be extremely fierce, there is still a first-line chance to consume this Nascent Soul.
But at this time, the other two Nascent Souls entered the field, plus two Nascent Soul-level Spiritual Beasts, two late-stage Spiritual Beasts of Golden Pills, and a group of paper people who are comparable to the combat power of Golden Pills. It actually formed a siege! "It's over!"
The hearts of a group of cultivators were filled with chills.
(This chapter ends)