Chapter 1207 The Mutation of Evaporating Yuan Qi

Lord Snow Eagle

, Legend of the Dragon King

, super soldiers

, Cultivation of Overturning Rain and Clouds

, Budo Supreme

, King of Eternal Night

, my neighbor is a banshee

, Legend of Xianmu

Every bamboo in the purple bamboo forest also exudes a purple divine light, and there are some golden textures on the surface, which looks extraordinary. (_)

But at this moment, Wei Suo and the others didn't even have the intention to explore these purple bamboos, and all their eyes were focused on the huge indigo blue corpse.

This huge indigo blue body was lying in the pit, as if it had fallen from a very high altitude, and finally landed here.

This is a real corpse of the thirty-two-armed mighty Desolate Race. Even though it was reclined and fell in the pit, it is still several feet high.

Although Linglongtian had always heard about the power of the thirty-two-armed desolate race, but seeing the real power of the thirty-two-armed desolate race, everyone couldn't help but feel hairy in their hearts.

Thirty-two arms stretched across the air in various postures, exuding an indescribably creepy feeling.

Although the huge body has been completely dimmed, like a rotten wood, without the slightest mana fluctuation, it still gives people a suffocating sense of oppression, even Wei Suo is no exception.

This feeling can only be felt when facing a powerful corpse whose cultivation base is much higher than his own.

"Damn rascal... Is this guy really dead..." Han Weiwei looked at the huge indigo blue body, and when she spoke, she found that her teeth were chattering unconsciously, and her voice changed tone.

"It should be dead. Don't come here yet. I'll take a look."

Wei Suo took a deep breath, and slowly moved towards the huge indigo blue body with a serious expression.

His consciousness had already swept across this thirty-two-armed mighty corpse of the Huangzu over and over again. The Qi, blood and true essence in this powerful corpse of the Huangzu had been completely dried up, and there was no vitality at all. When Suo's spiritual sense swept over for the first time, he already found that the head of this powerful desolate man had been split open, and the brain in the head seemed to have been beaten into fly ash by some power, and it was empty.

But this kind of thirty-two-armed desolate clan power is at least above the Emperor Heaven level, which is completely beyond his cognition, so he doesn't dare to take it lightly.

"Wait, let me come first, I have a way to make his death a fake death."

But Linglongtian grabbed Wei Suo and made Wei Suo stay where he was, and then he slid over the corpse of the Desolate Race Almighty with thirty-two arms sticking in the air in various weird postures. .

"Sister Gangya, don't you want to gnaw him into pieces?" It may be that Linglong Tianyakou has influenced Wei Suo too deeply. Ling Longtian descended towards the thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan power, Wei Suo couldn't help but be a little stunned and said this sentence.

"Idiot, profiteer, shut up!" Linglongtian was flying well, but when she heard Wei Suo's words, she almost swayed and fell headfirst. After she stabilized her voice, Linglongtian wanted to bite Wei Suo to death. Seeing Suo, he yelled and cursed extremely depressed, and then fell down again, and landed near the heart of the thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan's great power.

"puff!"

A puff of gray brilliance emerged from the gray bracelet in Linglongtian's hand, penetrating into the heart of this thirty-two-armed mighty Desolate Race.

"Nangong Yuqing, come here too." After a dozen or so breaths, Linglongtian stopped the actuation of the gray bracelet, allowing Nangong Yuqing to snatch over the corpse of the thirty-two-armed Desolate Race Almighty by himself.

According to what Linglongtian said, it was only the first time that Nangong Yuqing activated the power of a true immortal after she was promoted to a true immortal. Like the battle spirit formed by Dayingtian's last subconscious mind, Nangong Yuqing also displayed a halo of dim yellow divine light around her body, and a strange and huge fluctuation of vitality rolled in the void.

"There shouldn't be a problem." Ling Longtian, who had already avoided the side, nodded after dozens of breaths.

Tell Nangong Yuqing not to cast any more spells.

"Sure enough, he's already dead...It's so pitiful, he has to be tossed like this continuously after he's dead." Wei Suo also felt relieved, and said this.

"Idiot, can you talk?" Hearing Wei Suo's words, Ling Longtian was so angry that his eyes went dark again.

"I'm sorry, this thing is too scary, and its words are not controlled by the brain." Wei Suo's figure moved, and the rest of the people also rushed into the purple bamboo forest, and arrived at the huge corpse of the thirty-two-armed mighty Desolate Race. .

"There's only one head, so it doesn't look like the most powerful ancestor-level figure, but this body..." Originally, Wei Suo was sure that this mighty Desolate Clan was dead, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Ling Longtian made a joke, but when he got to the top of this powerful corpse of the four-armed Desolate Race, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

The body of this thirty-two-armed mighty Desolate Race is too huge, and there are no other injuries on his body, only a large long hole was punched out in the middle of the head. Just the big long hole in the skull seems to be able to fit Wei Suo in!

Moreover, this giant of the Desolate race seemed to have died extremely unsatisfactorily, and happened to be facing up again, opening his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of fangs, with a ferocious face, and two eyes shining with a faint blue brilliance, which was very terrifying.

Although there was no vitality on the corpse, it gave people the feeling that it had been dead for tens of thousands of years, but the surface of the skin was shining with oil, like a layer of oiled divine iron, giving Wei Suo It feels like this physical body is still above him.

"Snapped!"

Wei Suo couldn't help it, he stretched out his foot and kicked hard on one of the arms of this ferocious thirty-two-armed mighty Desolate Race.

"I..." His face immediately turned pale. Although his strength almost directly lifted the corpse of the thirty-two-armed Desolate Race mighty body, his feet were kicked to the iron plate, and the bones of his feet were about to split. up.

"Don't humiliate yourself." Linglongtian seemed to have known the result a long time ago, and snorted coldly.

"It's been like this for so many years after death, how much stronger is it when it's alive?" Wei Suo shrank his feet speechlessly, he knew that if he was full of energy, blood and true energy, the body of the thirty-two-armed barren race would be stronger than his body. Now it must be more tyrannical.

"Do you know this person?" After shrinking his feet, Wei Suo couldn't help but looked at Ling Longtian and asked.

"I don't know the name, but it looks like one of the thirty-two-armed barbarian powers who appeared in the Beiman battle group at the beginning." Ling Longtian replied.

"What are you doing?!" After answering this sentence, Ling Longtian couldn't help crying again. Because at this moment, Wei Suo had already reached the top of the head of Da Neng of the Desolate Race, and he felt like he wanted to get into the crack in that skull to have a look. This made Linglongtian feel that Wei Suo was still in a spoof mood at this time, very depressed.

"It's nothing, I'll see what it is that killed this mighty Desolate Race, and see if there is any magic weapon inside. There is no magic weapon, it was killed by a powerful force, and a lot of it was faintly intertwined. The texture of the avenue directly changed the material inside the head of this powerful desolate race, as if a map of the road was engraved inside, making the head of this great desolate race unreasonable. This mighty head of the Desolate Race is not his own." Wei Suo didn't raise his head, but still leaned over the gap to probe his brain, but his tone was as if he was having a convulsion.

"This..." Hearing Wei Suo's words, Linglongtian and everyone immediately gathered around him, and when they looked inside, Patriarch Yuanyin and the others all stared in astonishment.

The head of this mighty Desolate race was empty, and the wound went all the way to his throat. The inner wall was shining with a crystal-like luster, all crystallized, and strange lines formed patterns one by one on the inner wall, as if There are white skeletal plates each with a graphic of a big river on them.

"This is caused by the power of the Six Paths of White Bones and Yellow Springs Map, and it was killed by a teacher-level person in Beimang!" Linglongtian couldn't help but speak at this moment, and stopped bickering with Wei Suo, and his voice trembled again .

"Beimang is a teacher-level person, what kind of cultivation is that?" Wei Suo exhaled, blew a strand of hair hanging from his forehead, and turned his head to ask.

"Compared to ordinary Ditians, they are much more formidable. The few headmasters in Beimang are all able to rival two or three Ditians." Linglongtian took a deep breath, trying to calm down. At this moment, it is very clear that even if this is not the final battlefield of the highest battle group at that time, the top powers of those highest battle groups must have fought fiercely here, and many have died here.

"It's too strong." Zhang Sunjing and the others couldn't help but look at each other. Just like what Wei Suo said, the flesh and blood inside the brain of this powerful man of the Desolate race has completely changed. The blow of the great man at that time not only broke the head of the great man of the Desolate race, but also directly Turning the head of this great man of the Huangzu into something that does not belong to the great man of the Huangzu is like cutting off the head of the great man of the Huangzu and replacing it with a spar imprinted with his spell. This is really too strong, so that they can only have endless awe.

"Damn, these eyes are too scary. I wonder if the vitality in this body can be washed out like Tianlong's corpse." Wei Suo couldn't help but yelled again at this time. At the same time, a stream of water spirit energy rushed towards the powerful corpse of the Desolate race.

Although he knew that this mighty man of the Desolate race was dead and couldn't die anymore, but every time his eyes touched the bulging eyes of this great man of the Desolate race, Wei Suo felt a guilty conscience that he couldn't help, as if his soul was going to die. The feeling of being swallowed. Moreover, this mighty body of the Desolate Race gave him a different feeling from those severed arms before, which seemed to have been completely burned up like a piece of dry wood, but this mighty body of the Desolate Race, Anyway, it's like a piece of dry wood, I don't know if it can wash out any useful vitality.

"boom!"

The vitality of the water spirit washed over the body of this mighty Desolate Race.

"..." But everyone froze for an instant, with a chill rising from their bodies.

As soon as Wei Suo's energy of water spirit rushed up, it actually directly dipped into the corpse of this powerful man of the Desolate race, but was directly absorbed by the corpse of this great man of the Desolate race!

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