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Chapter 2187 Battle of the Demon Realm Towering Good Fortune Dew

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    However, the moment the black-robed young man grasped that fairy with five fingers, a layer of sinister cold air suddenly rolled out from the surface of his body, and at the same time his body moved out sideways. After a blur, he appeared in the void more than ten feet away.  middle.

    Following that, the pseudo-immortal Xie stood up straight, his eyes flickered with a faint golden light, he looked at the young man in black robe, and said in a cold voice:

    "Okay, you really dare to attack, the king of the spirit may use this fairy body to fight you."

    This false fairy was actually possessed by another spirit king's mind and manipulated.

    Seeing this, the three of Han Li were overjoyed.

    Although this spirit king was not on the same side as them, he was an out-and-out support at this time.

    The Patriarch Yuanmare's face sank, and he slowly withdrew his grasped palm, and replied lightly:

    "As expected, you, old ghost, still left behind. You actually left another ray of spirit in the body of that junior of the Spirit Race. But you can really fight with this holy ancestor just because you rely on a mere low-quality fake fairy?  As long as the seat uses 20% of its mana, it is enough to suppress you."

    "If you were in other places, the King of Soul would also believe this. But on this Kuling Island, you can use three or four of your mana to achieve good results. And although my body of a fake fairy is not repaired, it is still incomplete.  If you add this thing, I would like to see how you can deal with it." The voice of the Spirit King full of anger came from the mouth of the false fairy, and then turned the palm of the hand, and a silver vial appeared in the hand  .

    The surface of this bottle is uneven, with miniature spiritual scripts the size of ants faintly imprinted, shining with a faint silver light.

    "The spirit-locking bottle! You have succeeded in imitating this thing. But what's the use of using this thing against me?" The black-robed youth was startled when he saw the silver bottle, but then sneered again.

    "Of course this bottle itself is useless to you, but the things stored in it are enough to greatly increase the supernatural powers of the pseudo-Xianxie." Xianxie replied with no expression on his face, and suddenly threw the vial into the air.

    The small bottle was turned upside down, various silver inscriptions appeared faintly on the surface, and then a green light flickered at the mouth of the bottle, and a drop of emerald green liquid rolled down from it.

    The whole body of the liquid is crystal clear and green, exuding an astonishing aura, as if it is condensed from the aura of heaven and earth.

    Han Li, who was looking at the vial from a distance, felt the familiar aura emanating from the green droplet, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face rolled like a stormy sea.

    "This breath is not exactly that Although it is much weaker, the breath is generally the same"

    Not to mention the horror in Han Li's heart, the moment the young man in black robe saw the green liquid, his face changed suddenly, and the huge black sword in his hand suddenly slashed out indistinctly, and seven or eight crescent moon sword lights roared out, and instantly  When they merged together, they turned into a giant sword light, and went straight to the pseudo-immortal Xie Gungun to slash.

    His other arm was lifted up like lightning, and a finger flicked out.

    With the sound of breaking through the air, a black awn shot out in a flash, and the target was the drop of green liquid.

    And at such a short distance, both attacks are almost instantaneous.

    However, the pseudo-Xianxi seemed to have expected it long ago, and did not dodge or evade the huge sword light attack. Instead, he flicked away at the black light with one finger, and raised his head and opened his mouth suddenly.

    With a sound of "à²", a piece of Xianxie's finger was ejected from the palm of his hand, and hit the oncoming black light accurately.

    The two flashed at the same time, and the fingers burst open without a sound.

    After a short pause, Heimang also appeared in mid-air.

    A miniature sharp cone, the whole body is jet-black, about an inch long, faintly exuding black awns, it looks like an extraordinary treasure at first glance!

    But just at this moment, the drop of green liquid has turned into a green line and shot downwards in a trembling, and sank into the mouth of the false fairy in a flash.

    And at this time, the giant sword light also arrived very close at hand, and after a blur, it burst open with an astonishing aura.

    A series of all-conquering pitch-black sword lights surged out in a criss-cross pattern, submerging the pseudo-immortal Xie in one fell swoop.

    Judging from the terrifying power shown by the Black Demon Dagger earlier, the false fairy is probably about to be cut into pieces in an instant.

    But at the next moment, a cold hum came from the pitch-black sword light, and suddenly a green light bloomed.

    Then two big green hands poked out from the emerald light without any warning, and swiped left and right, separating the densely packed jet-black sword glows abruptly.

    The sword light was slashed on both hands, but the green light flickered slightly, and he endured it as if nothing had happened.

    &nThe pale golden runes on it shone like an extremely mysterious artifact.

    "Big words! What supernatural powers do you still have? You can show them now, and the next day is your death date." Yuanmao Shengzu laughed, the golden giant tongue suddenly tightened, and there was a burst of bean-like puffs from the pseudo-immortal Xie.  bang.

    The ancestor of the demon race actually planned to use the golden tongue of the demon figure to forcefully strangle this false fairy.

    The false fairy is not a body of flesh and blood, and the hardness of the body is no longer under the general Mahayana existence, but under the tight force of the golden tongue, it seems that it is really possible to disperse at any time.

    However, after hearing the words of the ancestor of Yuanmao, the pseudo-immortal Xie not only did not show fear and anger on his face, but the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a faintly strange and sarcastic expression.

    (I'm really sorry, because today's annual meeting ended late, this chapter was updated a little later! During the annual meeting, it may be suspended for about three days!) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point  (qidian.com) Vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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