"I didn't expect that I ended up falling into this little boy's hand!" The Lord of the Demon Heart Cave was full of anger.

His heart was full of reluctance. If he hadn't first won the magical power, the Red Heart Arrow, and if he hadn't experienced fierce battles before, how could he have been taken advantage of by Ning Zhuo?

But the facts are as iron as the moment. Even if the Lord of the Demon Heart Cave is unwilling to give up, he can only escape from the Yuanying and go through the sky.

"Ning Zhuo, you are different from me, Dai Tian, ​​please wait!" Before leaving, the Nascent Soul Lord of the Demon Heart Cave let out a sharp scream, extremely harsh.

Ning Zhuo sighed deeply.

He really wanted to keep the Nascent Soul Lord of the Demon Heart Cave, but there was no way.

Sun Lingtong sighed, "This person also has the means to actually place the Nascent Soul in his heart and form a strange technique of substituting death."

"In this way, if you have several lives, even if you are hit by the Red Heart Arrow of Magical Power, you will still survive."

The Lord of the Demon Heart Cave is not as powerful as that of Long Ye, but his life-saving method is very powerful, surpassing the latter.

No matter how strong Mr. Long is, he will have only one life.

On the edge of the battlefield, Lin Bufan, who was hiding himself, looked distorted: "This kid Ning Zhuo actually killed a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"Although it was just the last final attack, if he hadn't taken action in time, the Lord of the Demon Heart Cave would have taken a breath and he could regroup again!"

"At that time, the female general Mulan is unable to use his second magical power, and he will inevitably be at an absolute disadvantage!"

"Ning Zhucai is only the foundation-building period. With this record, I am proud of myself."

The picture of Ning Zhuo killing the Lord of the Demon Heart Cave in the Formation was deeply imprinted in Lin Bufan's heart and completely changed his impression of Ning Zhuo in his heart.

He has always had a sense of advantage over Ning Zhuo because of the difference in cultivation between the two sides.

Now, he witnessed the fate of the Lord of the Demon Heart Cave with his own eyes, and Lin Bufan's attitude towards Ning Zhuo has undergone some complete change.

"This kid Ning Zhuo is worthy of being attracted by the Nandou royal family." Lin Bufan sighed sincerely, and his eyes turned to Zhu Xuanji beside him.

Zhu Xuanji nodded slightly and said to himself: "This is the son of the disaster."

"I just traveled around the world, but I was just a mere foundation-building period and created so many things."

"As a teenager, he has the life of a Nascent Soul-level monk in his hand."

"Really-"

From this point of view, Zhu Xuanji is not as good as Ning Zhuoliang.

"What?! The Lord of the Demon Heart Cave was actually killed!"

"He was killed by Ning Zhuo, damn it."

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Although the Lord of the Demon Heart Cave escaped the Nascent Soul, the fact that he was defeated and killed in battle had a wide impact.

Many monks who witnessed this scene with their own eyes were already depressed, but now they have completely lost their fighting spirit and turned around and fled.

If it is a qualified coalition force, there must be a supervisory team at this moment to severely punish or even kill deserters.

But firstly, the Qianfenglin coalition forces have not been established for a long time and are not fully organized. Secondly, the core senior management is trapped in the quagmire of the core war zone, unable to extricate themselves, and unable to take care of others.

One of Qianfenglin's deserters appeared, and soon led the others, and the second one appeared, the third one——”

It was like a plague, with more and more deserters.

Ning Zhuo Formation's record of killing the Demon Heart Cave Lord triggered a qualitative change in morale, causing the collapse of the Qianfenglin Alliance to be detonated.

Seeing the enemy fleeing everywhere, the morale of the two betting troops soared and shouted!

On the Qianfeng Forest, there were also Nascent Soul monks who wanted to save the situation and shouted loudly. But in this huge battlefield, Nascent Soul monks also seemed relatively small.

He may be able to kill thousands of people, but it is very difficult to change the hearts of tens of thousands of people.

"The situation is over!"

"The situation is over..."

"Damn, who can turn the tide?"

It seemed as if the wave had faded, and the backbone of the battlefield still stood out. They all wanted to fight to the death, and they also shouted in their hearts: "Where is the Dragon King? Isn't the Lord of the Ginseng and Bearded Dragon King still taking action?!"

In such a harsh situation, only the God-Transforming Dragon King can personally participate in the war.

Deep in the ground.

Dragon King Secret Temple.

A sacrifice has reached its climax.

The smoke was swaying, the offerings were piled up like a mountain, and the Dragon King Temple prayed in unison.

"It is the mysterious yellow that can be distinguished, and the plants and trees are connected. Thousands of peaks are beautiful, and the nine orifices contain essence. They ingest dragons and whiskers carry the earth veins, and transform humans into palms to control the mountain garden. When the roots move, the rivers change their way, and when the ginseng leaves shake, the stars move easily."

"The Dragon King of Gods and Ginseng: inherits the virtues of Wu and Yi, and adheres to the true form of Jia wood. The roots are rooted in the nine netherworlds and the yellow springs, and the crowns are inherited from the purple and jade purity. Drink the morning dew and cleans the miasma of the eight wildernesses, and take the moonlight to suppress the monster stars of the four seas."

"Now there is evil miasma covering the sun, demonic flames burn the forest. Tigers are sad to crack the soil, snake mother eats clouds. Old monsters in the stone steal high-ranking demon hearts, strong people outside the forest cook mountain gods to soup. Three rivers have dryness, five-colored soil turns fishy. Foxes are sad about bones on the cliff, cranes cry at the bottom of the stream. All beasts lose their nests, and thousands of grass break their rhizomes-"

"Pray to the Dragon King to show his urge to sweep the universe, and swing the ginseng leaves to determine the universe. Where the roots start, the body of the old monster in the stone is cracked; where the ginseng fragrance passes, awaken the evil spirits outside the cave——"

"The peach trees on the east ridge will bloom again, and the spiritual springs on the west ridge will be warmer again. The crane shadows will return to the south ridge, and the clouds will be stationed in the north cliffs——

"I would like to use Polygonum multiflorum as a candle for thousands of years and Poria cocos frost for ten thousand years. I offer three pairs of tiger sunshine, and cast the divine eyes like lightning; I offer nine branches of eagle feathers,

The sharp blade of the demon is transformed into a demon. It also takes the blood from the innocent child's heart and writes the sacrificial text of the mountains and rivers!"

"I wish to honor God to show the power of creation and expose the energy of the genus Yuan. I will return the thousands of peaks, forests and seas, and the new heaven, earth, sun and moon!"

"Baibai paused his head and cried and heard it."

Blood Sacrifice!

A large number of fresh sacrifices were harvested while the chanting of the sacrifices was completed.

The surging vitality and the massive divine power provided by many gods are mixed together to form an extremely huge torrent, going downwards, deeper into the ground, reaching a deeper vein!

Since the First Grand Battle, the Dragon King of Ginseng and Beard suffered severe damage and has been hiding in the earth's veins to heal his wounds.

The sound of a dragon roar is faintly conveyed in the earth's veins, and a vague dragon shape condenses between the earth's qi rushing.

This is not an ordinary sign!

The Dragon King of Ginseng and Beard worked hard to refine the earth veins with his own essence, blood, dragon essence and uncountable divine power.

The earth veins have been refined into a fuzzy dragon shape.

When it is time to be both spiritual and physical, the vast earth vein under the Thousand Peaks Forest has been promoted to a dragon vein!

The ginseng-bearded Dragon King who masters the dragon veins has the qualifications to initially establish a state of cultivation!

At this moment, the Dragon King of Ginseng and Beard received massive nourishment from the Blood Sacrifice and his breath surged.

He slowly opened his eyes and the sea of ​​gods thought: "It's time to leave."

Magic: - Earth veins pass through!

Twelve green vine waterfalls hang down one after another, while the mountain body is like a spiral ascent. In the swamp, large areas of fluorescent bacterial blankets are floating, and fireflies and green phosphorus fires are mixed with each other.

It's Fujifeng.

In the originally quiet swamp, it is very "live" at this moment.

The phosphorus fire surged, forming a green sea of ​​fire. Fireflies flew around and countless.

It was the high mistake that caused this movement.

At this moment, he was casting a spell to collect the firefly burial yarn buried in the mud of swamp.

At the bottom of the rotten swamp of Teng Peak, countless rotten houses and thousands of dead roots of green vines have become the soil for fireflies to reproduce and survive.

Among all kinds of life activities, countless fireflies are also affecting their life breeding ground and are unconsciously transformed.

A thin layer of gauze coins is laid on the surface of billions of rotten corpses for fireflies to survive.

The coin is the junction of life and death, and contains the mysterious Taoist rhyme of life and death confusing one.

Large gaze scarves cover nearly ten acres of land, almost transparent. Under the reflection of the brilliance of the fluorescent flames, they sometimes show the rotational changes of black and white.

Gao Zhuo kept drawing yarn coins and put them in his pocket.

"Success!"

"Our strategy is correct. After playing the role of the old monster in Shizhong, Doctor Bi Teng really dared not act rashly."

"We will draw the firefly burial veil, and if we can draw the foundation of the lice veil peak, the Nascent Soul monk can only watch and hide in the depths of the nest."

Gao Cuo was very excited.

This treasure material is very important to him. As long as it is properly handled, he can disguise himself as a dead object, greatly broadening his survival scope and greatly improving his combat ability.

"The first two failed, this time my luck finally came, hahaha." Gao Cuo was very happy.

It has been very smooth since he actually started.

"If you draw this, leave this place. Leave one or two swamps for Dr. Bi Teng. If you anger the latter, it will be more than worth the loss!" Gao Cuo's voice sounded in his heart.

Gao Cuo nodded: "Old Jian, you are right, and I have this intention. There is no need to kill everyone. If you force Doctor Bi Teng to take action in anger, it will be too much or too much-"
To be continued...