Bright Era

Lin Qi was sitting around ten feet in front of the pavilion, Arda and others all appeared, guarding the Fa by his side.

The soul of the Lord Vatican was extracted by Lin Qi, and is now being suppressed in the spirit sea, accepting the frantic attack by Lin Qi and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Countless cyan tree roots chopped and chopped like blades in Lin Qi's sea of ​​spirit, and each blow brought up a dazzling purple light, slashing heavily on the soul of the Lord Brahma.

Accompanied by the painful roar, the soul of the Lord Vatican condensed into a huge statue of a thousand meters high, standing on a rushing water and fire **** seat, with three heads, eight arms and three legs, and a sun wheel above his head, opening his mouth. Continuously spouting thunderstorms against the invasion of the roots of the osmanthus tree.

However, Lin Qi's soul was transformed into a giant with a thousand heads and a thousand arms on the mountain, weighing heavily on the head of the Lord Vatican, no matter how hard he struggled and roared, he could not shake Lin Qi's soul. The souls of the two collided with each other, and the huge soul fluctuations set off waves in the spirit sea. Every time the two soul fluctuations collided, it would bring a dull thunderous noise.

"Lin Qi, you traitor!" The Lord Vatican roared frantically.

Lin Qi's one thousand thick arms clasped a huge rock tightly, smashing against the Lord Vatican like a storm. He yelled: "What nonsense? This king was ordered to kill you by the Minglian empress, this king is the most pious guardian of the palace guardian god!"

Fan Luo immediately roared: "Ming Lian, you guys, if this palace can escape from birth, it must ring the alarm bell and wake up all the elders of the three palaces to take control of me! Hateful, this palace has two thousand years. A hard-tempered body of a demigod, two thousand years of hard work in this palace!"

Lin Qi just kept sneering. The hazy yellow spherical magic circle in his air pockets turned rapidly, and the earthy yellow seal in his dantian frantically swallowed the earth elements sucked from the outside world, turning into countless earthy yellow torrents flowing into the meridians around his body and passing through the air. After purification of the spherical magic circle in the cave, it merged with the spiritual power and poured into the spirit sea.

The waves in the Linghai became bigger and bigger, Lin Qi's soul gradually took on a thick layer of earthy yellow, and the stones on the thousand arms were getting faster and heavier. On all the spherical magic circles in Lin Qi's body, a magic rune representing the attribute of'Earth Element•Gravity' became brighter and clearer, and Lin Qi's soul bombardment power became stronger and stronger.

When Lin Qi’s soul was attacked by Lin Qi’s soul secret technique, the soul of the Lord Vatican was very injured. In addition to Lin Qi’s brutal attack, the strange accomplice of the osmanthus tree used countless rhizomes to attack wildly, and the soul of the Lord Vatican was condensed. His idol became thinner and thinner, the light gradually dimmed, and countless small holes were pierced by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

Finally, with a helpless cry, the soul of the Lord Vatican was completely shattered. Lin Qi merged part of his soul power with the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and greedily swallowed all the memories of the Lord Vatican.

The scenes of the happy men and women in the memory of the Lord Vatican were ruthlessly eliminated by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The conspiracies and tricks he kept in his heart were also rejected by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The doctrines and scriptures of the Miras religion were stored by the osmanthus tree as casual reading materials. , The secret treasure house of the Lord Vatican, the control methods of the privately raised henchmen, the spells of various magical secrets, etc., are constantly being incorporated into Lin Qi's soul by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, becoming part of Lin Qi's memory.

Among them are Lin Qi's most valued, complete version, flawless, and no trouble-free spirit casting formula.

The art of casting spirits has been passed on from generation to generation in the founding shrine. Only the **** masters of the past can get the full version of the inheritance of casting spirits. All the spirit casting techniques practiced by others have extremely terrible loopholes-those who practice this technique , Will be easily controlled by a mantra and a mudra.

The full version of Spirit Casting is more magical and more powerful. Its name is "Creation of the World" instead of "Spirit of Casting".

Lin Qi hurriedly browsed through the formulas of the creation divine art, and thoroughly stirred the soul of the Lord Vatican, and then let the sweet-scented osmanthus tree swallow all of his soul fragments. The magnificent soul origins were refined and refined by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, transformed into impurity-free soul power and slowly poured into Lin Qi's spirit sea.

The tall, thousand-headed and thousand-armed idol slowly returned to Lin Qi's original appearance. The thousand-meter-tall giant slowly fell into the spirit sea, and through the purple spirit sea, he absorbed the influx of soul power. The tall giant gradually rose up, and Lin Qi unexpectedly killed the Lord Vatican, this time his soul was bound to gain greater benefits.

Just as Lin Qi was enjoying the pleasure from his soul, Ashura's sharp and unpleasant howling almost made him vomit blood. He opened his eyes in horror, just to see Ashura's eyebrows split, a big **** eyeball staring at Master Miaowen, a bit of blood at the core of the eyeball was spinning quickly, as if he could get from the eyeball at any time Shot inside.

Asura's skull opened, and his gray-white brain could be seen behind those huge eyes. The countless black blood vessels and nerves in his brain were wriggling like poisonous snakes. It was a disgusting and terrifying scene. What made Lin Qi even more unbearable was that blood-colored small blisters appeared from time to time in those blood vessels and nerves. Distorted faces were looming in those small blisters, as if Ashura's brain was full of dense numbs. Like a human head.

Lin Shan was beaten back by countless skeletons transformed by the spirit-slaughtering wand. He also felt the terrible energy fluctuations in Miao Wen's body that made his heart palpitating. He wanted to kill Miao Wen with a big axe, but he was frantic. The spirit-slaughtering wand that Ashura raised obstructed Lin Shan's attack, his body swayed backwards, and he couldn't get close to the wonderful news that he was performing divine magic.

But Asura had already spread it, and he even reached a place less than one meter away from Wonderful Smell. His skull split, two bones opened like butterfly wings, his forehead was occupied by that huge **** eyeball, he let out a jealous laugh, and the congestion in the middle of his eye shot out suddenly, with The howls of countless ghosts shot towards Master Miaowen's eyebrows.

"Die, die, you are all dead, I can survive!"

"Hehehe, the sky may fall and crush me, so I will destroy the sky."

"The ground may collapse to suffocate me, so I will destroy it."

"You may kill me, so I must kill you all! Destroy your existence that may harm me, and I will be safe!"

The insane Asura kept muttering a logically chaotic but self-contained system of philosophical theory. After the drop of bruise between his eyebrows was ejected, he seemed to be emptied of all his strength, and even the muscles of his body were shrunk a lot. He let out a cheerful laugh and retreated sharply, and a large black and red smoke continued to float out wherever his body passed, slowly spreading around.

Miao Wen stared at the bruise that slowly shot at him, and suddenly laughed weirdly.

Standing behind Miaowen, an old bald-headed man who was as thin as a firewood and was as short as a horse monkey took a step and suddenly appeared in front of a demigod of the sea clan. He grabbed the demigod's neck, took a step back, and appeared in front of Miao Wen abruptly.

In the angry shout of the Sea Clan demigod, the old man raised the unlucky demigod to face the drop of sticky blood, but a drop of blood the size of a soybean hit the center of the demigod’s eyebrows, disappearing like a ghost. Got without a trace.

Asura roared angrily: "Old thief, why are you so shameless? You, you, why don't you let me kill the good news? You dare to stop me from killing? You **** bastard, you old immortal, You bastard, how dare you save the person I want to kill?"

The bald-headed old man didn't bother to look at Asura, but threw the demigod in his hand three or five miles away like a snake. The eyes of everyone present were very good. They saw that after the demigod flew three or five miles away, with a muffled sound of ‘pouch’, the whole body suddenly exploded into a cloud of thick, dark plasma. The bruises fell like rain, sprinkled on the ground.

The sound of "chichichi" was endless, and the ground a few miles away was corroded into a large pit about two miles in diameter and nearly ten miles deep. The pit was full of fishy scum, and strands of blue smoke continued to emerge, and the black smoke spread to the surroundings. Numerous lucky people in Anmin City who had escaped the hail attack were stained with the smoke, and fell to the ground on the spot. It quickly became a new pool of pus and blood.

‘The Demon Eye of Poisonous Destroying the World’, Ashura’s secret curse to destroy the shrine made everyone terrified. The black smoke continued to spread, and the remaining citizens in Anmin City were almost instantly killed by the dense smoke. According to legend, more than 8,000 years ago, during the religious war of the Mila Sect against the Temple of Heaven, a great priest who destroyed the Temple used this trick to conspiracy against a leader of the Temple of Heaven. The provincial chickens and dogs did not stay, and it took more than two hundred years for the environment of the seven provinces to gradually recover.

"What a vicious trick!" The bald old man yelled coldly: "You are not allowed to stay today!"

Asura gave a weird laugh, he was about to speak, and another tall, benevolent, bald old man appeared silently behind him. The old man was more than 2.5 meters tall and looked chubby like a kind kitchen master, with a pure smile. The bald old man slammed his fists on the back of Ashura's heart.

The strength of this old man was comparable to that of Lin Shan. Even if it was a little bit worse than Lin Shan, the difference was limited. He was much stronger than Ashura.

With such strength, the bald old man attacked Ashura behind his back. Asura screamed unpreparedly. Two eyeballs with viscous blood spurted from the sockets, and his back exploded.

The bald old man twisted his beard and smiled. He was about to speak when Miao Wen and the thin bald old man in front of him suddenly turned sharply.

Lin Luan appeared silently behind the old man, and a heavy odd-shaped mace had hit the back of the old man's head.

With a ‘pop’, my brain splashes all over. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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