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Chapter 1416 Hundred Clans in the Spirit Realm Mirage Beast

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    It was the white-browed young man from the Yaozu.

    At this moment, the black awns flickered all over his body, desperately resisting the entanglement of the red threads, but these red threads did not know what they were, despite the flickering flickering of the black awns, they could not get rid of the slightest bit.

    Seeing this, the old Taoist slowly walked towards the white-browed young man with a ferocious expression on his face.

    And at this time, there were several screams from the city, from which suddenly flew into the air several rays of light of different colors, and shot straight at this place.

    Seeing this scene, the white-browed young man who didn't know it was another member of the Shadow Clan arrived, his face flashed with horror, and he let out a loud roar. The black light on his body was flowing at a high speed, and his figure suddenly rose.  At the same time, a pair of jet-black iron wings emerged from behind, and with a flick of his hands, they turned into a pair of jet-black iron claws.

    Seeing that the situation was not good, he turned into a half-demon in an instant, as if planning to do his best.

    For the Yaozu, the real reliance is naturally their own tyrannical body.  And since the Xuanying clan can be ranked among the seven great monster clans, they are naturally not waiting for nothing. With a shake of a pair of sharp claws, a black awn that is about a foot long is suddenly released from the tip of the claws.  All the red threads all over his body were broken inch by inch by the technique that Heimang passed.

    These black awns are so sharp.

    Seeing this, the white-browed young man was naturally ecstatic.

    He has enough confidence that as long as all the red threads around his body are cut off, he can use the unique escape technique of the Xuanying clan to escape.

    But before he could continue waving his claws, the scene below made his complexion change drastically, and there was no trace of blood left.

    Those severed red threads flickered, and then connected together one after another, returning to normal again.

    There was a sarcastic smile on the old Taoist face, and his figure was blurred, and he appeared in front of the white-browed young man strangely.  Then he touched the back of his head with one hand, and a bright red shadow slowly emerged from it.

    "Chi Ying, you are indeed a member of the Shadow Clan!" Seeing Chi Ying, the white-browed youth was completely desperate.

    In the Shadow Clan, Chi Ying is equivalent to a Void Refining existence among human monks, so how could he be able to resist the little Huashen Yaoxiu with his life.

    "It's good that you know. Your physical body is good, so I will accept it. Don't worry, none of your companions will be able to escape, and they will all go underground to accompany you soon." The old Taoist's eyes flashed red, and came out  There was an unusually high-pitched, unfamiliar voice, and then a red shadow flashed above his head, ruthlessly pounced on the young man.

    At the same time, the red silk originally wrapped around the young man with white eyebrows pierced through the black light on the young man's body, wrapping the young man tightly around his body.

    Even though the young man is extremely powerful, he cannot move at this moment.  He could only watch the red shadow flying towards him helplessly.

    "Don't even think about it!"

    The heart of the white-browed young man sank to the deepest point. Knowing that he could not escape, a sense of madness suddenly surged out, he gritted his teeth suddenly, bit off half of his tongue, and opened his mouth again, a stream of black blood mixed with a thumb  Large and small black beads sprayed out.

    And as soon as the bead was separated from the body, the young man's eyes dimmed, his skin shriveled and shriveled, and he instantly turned into an old man with white hair.

    This bead is exactly the demon pill that the white-browed youth has cultivated for many years.

    The round bead exuded an extremely violent aura in the black blood, and after shrinking in size, it suddenly exploded by itself.

    The old Taoist's face was startled, not only the red shadow above his head retracted as if he saw a snake's scorpion, but he moved his feet, and even shot back backwards in a flash.

    There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and a fist-sized black halo emerged out of thin air. After a slight flash, it turned into a width of more than ten feet, and spread away in all directions. Then the wind was strong, and the sand fog formed by the loess soared into the sky  Instead, several yellow wind dragons formed.

    With a flash of the phantom, the old Taoist stopped more than ten feet away, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

    And the black halo followed like tarsus maggots.

    The old Taoist's face sank, and a strange and incomprehensible cry suddenly came out of his mouth.

    With a loud sound of "à²", a thick red shadow popped up from the nearby void without any warning, inserted into the black halo, and then shrank like lightning.

    A strange scene appeared!

    The yellow wind dragon collapsed and disappeared, and the black halo and the white-browed youth disappeared without a trace in place, as if they had never appeared here before.

    Only then did the old man breathe a sigh of relief, but a hint of anger appeared on his face immediately.

    Under his restraint, the white-browed youth had the ability to explode the demon core himself, which was beyond his expectation.

    Just at this moment, a few rays of light circled and appeared in the nearby sky, and eight monks, including men and women, appeared.

    "Some accident happened, they didn'tA misty shadow shot out from it, heading straight for Heifeng.

    For a while, the aura was released here, and the roaring sound continued one after another.

    Almost at the same time, in another direction, Long Dong was also overtaken by two monks behind him.

    Facing the two green shadows that were separated from the physical body and directly revealed his real body, he showed a hint of sarcasm, a yellow light flashed on his body, and the yellow bronze armor that had been used once emerged, and then Xu Zhang behind his back.  As soon as the big copper wings lit up, he rubbed his hands again, and a weird long sword that was red like blood suddenly appeared in his hand.

    The sword is three feet long, with the head of a dragon and the body of a phoenix, with blood flowing all over the body, as if it was formed by condensed blood.

    At this moment, the bloody mole on the corner of Longdong's mouth was about to drip, his expression became solemn, and he swung his long sword lightly at the two green shadows that rushed towards him.

    Silently!

    However, the blue shadow on the opposite side let out a wailing at the same time, and countless white threads appeared on the surface of the body. With a flash of inspiration, the two blue shadows instantly turned into countless fragments.

    The long sword in the blood mole youth's hand moved again.

    The white thread flashed again, and these fragments were completely disintegrated and disappeared in the intertwined light thread.

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