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Reincarnation puppet is an extremely strange method.
The constant switching between the main body and the two puppets is done in an instant.
Even the strong in the same realm can't find the clues.
When Xiao Yi attacked the puppets on both sides, the body of the funeral envoy was in the middle, piercing towards Xiao Yi's vitals with a cold edge. Xiao Yi's face shook and his whole body was shaken, the wind was blowing all over his body, and the thunder roared.
Stripes of purple-gold lightning attached to the body, turning into a purple-gold battle armor.
when!
In the deafening sound.
The sharp weapon was unable to break through Xiao Yi's defense, causing the funeral director's expression to change suddenly: "Not good!"
The voice just fell.
Xiao Yi's palm fell on his head.
Poof!
A golden palm fell from the sky, and the mourner slapped it away with a bang.
Just like a kite with a broken thread, it suddenly fell from a high altitude.
Boom!
The whole body slammed down on the ground, sending up waves of flying dust, Xiao Yi followed closely with a sound of breaking through the air. In an instant, Xiao Yi chased after him into the pit where the funeral envoy fell.
Boom!
The earth shook like an earth dragon turning over.
A terrifying energy formed a shock wave, surged from under the ground, and splashed a pillar of soil straight into the sky. In the flying dust, a snow-white figure as high as ten feet tore through layers of flying sand and rushed into the air in an instant.
The white figure of more than ten feet is obviously a funeral envoy.
A white Dharma statue hangs in the air behind him, and icy cold air is blooming all over his body. There is a blood-red tongue seven to eight feet long on his snow-white face, which moves with the wind.
The funeral envoy is placed on top of the head of the dharma, and half of his body is fused with the dharma.
The funeral envoy had a bruised nose and a swollen face. Obviously, he had been severely beaten by Xiao Yi earlier. At this moment, there was a sinister look in his eyes, and he stared at Xiao Yi: "Xiao Yi, you have completely angered me!"
"Boundless ghost land!"
The funeral envoy let out a low growl.
I saw bright white rays of light emanating from his body, covering the sky one after another, turning into a white world.
This snow-white horse is like a white lake, with waves of ripples, and cyan figures emerge in the ripples. It is a blue coffin.
"Boundless ghost land?"
"Is the funeral officer insane? How dare he use this trick in the imperial capital?"
"Damn it, run!"
The funeral envoy in white, the controller of the boundless ghost domain.
This is the strongest ultimate move of the Undertaker.
At the same time, it is also his Dharma image, natal and supernatural powers.
If he is the only one among the great Daqian Dynasty who can use this secret method, once the Boundless Ghost Realm comes out, the surrounding area will turn into a dense ghost realm.
One after another, ancient bronze coffins appeared in the ghost domain.
Bang!
Bang!
Amidst bursts of creepy loud bangs.
The coffin lids on the ancient bronze coffin were lifted one by one, or they were pushed away abruptly, or they were gently moved away, or they were thrown into the air In the bronze gate country, one after another, hideous and terrifying figures emerged one after another. .
Or green-faced fangs, or covered in carrion, or just dead bones
Every gaze that looked at Xiao Yi was filled with resentment and coldness, as if looking at a mortal enemy who killed his father and took his wife.
The funeral envoy had a ferocious face, and said with a sneer, "Xiao Yi, you are the first one who can force me to use the Boundless Ghost Realm despite a tribulation."
Xiao Yi smiled and said, "You are not the only one in the Faxiang Realm that I killed!"
"Um?"
The funeral envoy's face darkened, and he said with a sinister smile, "You want to kill me? It depends on whether you have the ability!" His right hand moved forward a little, and the ten-foot-tall long-tongued dharma figure raised his right hand, and a stick stuck out from his wide cuff. The bony palm pointed at Xiao Yi.
Roar!
A group of ghosts with blue faces and long fangs, with terrifying and ferocious shapes rushed towards Xiao Yi one after another.
The speed between the gallops brought up a cloud of evil spirits that overshadowed the sky.
"The pen falls to shock the rain!"
The long sword in Xiao Yi's hand hit the sky, and every sword light came out, it was a rain of swords.
Swish Swish Swish!
The rain of swords all over the sky tore apart the ghosts and monsters.
But at the moment of killing them.
Inside the bronze coffin, and??The second head appeared again, and the third head
Cut endlessly, kill endlessly!
"Hahaha. Xiao Yi, how can this Boundless Ghost Realm be so simple? In the Boundless Ghost Realm, these ghosts are endless, and you can kill them endlessly" The funeral envoy raised his head to the sky with a long smile, Full of hideous colors.
Slowly raised his hands, folded his palms together in front of his body, and let out a low growl: "Mie!"
Roar!
Hundreds of ghosts and ghosts converged into a torrent of black steel, layered on top of each other like raging waves, making people feel scalp numb and despair at a glance.
Nangong Yi clasped his hands tightly, with an excited expression on his face: "With such a powerful attack, Xiao Yi will undoubtedly die!"
Sun Yao nodded heavily: "This is the fate of offending my Zhan Palace!"
Almost everyone believed that Xiao Yi had no chance of winning.
But under such circumstances
Xiao Yi still remained calm and composed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he waved the sword in his hand lightly.
Buzz!
The blade cuts the air.
A circular sword arc was drawn in front of him, and the silver sword arc gradually dissipated, returning to calm. Xiao Yi held the black fifth-grade long sword in one hand, and his whole body and the long sword seemed to become one.
All in one!
A man is a sword, and a sword is also a man!
"Cut!"
At this moment, the sword in Xiao Yi's hand seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, making people swing the sword at such an extreme speed that they hadn't even realized it.
Swish!
This sword seems ordinary.
In fact, the power is amazing!
Hiss!
The sound as if the cloth was being torn suddenly sounded.
The sword in Xiao Yi's hand has no storm, no sky-shattering sword aura, nor does it stir up thunder and wind.
Seems ordinary!
The power is unbelievably strong.
Just like the knife that was swung by the mysterious strong man who practiced his knife in the thunderstorm on the Beast Emperor Sea back then.
Everything that the sword's edge passes by is illusory!
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Countless ghosts and ghosts are like paper paste.
Under the sword's edge, it exploded and turned into powder all over the sky, disappearing into the invisible. In the Boundless Ghost Realm, countless bronze coffins were also completely exploded by Xiao Yi's sword.
Under this sword, the white boundless ghost domain exploded into two halves.
The terrifying sword glow never dissipated.
Poof!
Covered by the holy white light, the sword light fell directly on the ten-foot-high dharma image. There was only a hysterical scream from the undertaker, and the dharma figure under him exploded with a bang.
"No¡¡"
The funeral envoy screamed, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth.
The stature is like a broken kite falling from a high altitude.
It fell to the ground with a bang.
That Dharma image completely dissipated.
Swish!
Xiao Yi followed closely behind, his long sword volleyed in the air, and slashed at the undertaker's head.
at the same time¡¡
A sudden exclamation came from the sky and the earth: "Keep people under the sword!"
However.
Xiao Yi was unmoved, the sword edge swept past, and with a bang, he chopped off the funeral envoy's head. Blood gushed out like pillars, and the body of the undertaker trembled violently, and finally stood up suddenly and stopped struggling.
Holding the sword, Xiao Yi stood beside the headless body, stepping on the funeral envoy's glaring, unwilling head, looked at the passer-by, and said calmly, "Sorry, you're late!" (Remember this Website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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