Chapter 327 Fake Pill

Compared to the injuries on the body, no doubt, the real injury was the face of the man in red.

"Sit in a well and watch the sky, you dare to hurt me!"

"I want you to pay with your life!" The red-robed man completely ran away, roaring in place.

Lin Lang's expression was always calm, but after hearing the words of the man in red, he actually felt a little ridiculous. He, the strongest person who returned from the top of the fairy world, didn't even feel how detached he was, but now he was despised by a little guy who couldn't even be considered innate.

"Suddenly I'm not in a hurry to kill you anymore, I want to step on a few shoe prints on your face."

Lin Lang grinned, revealing a row of crystal white teeth, looking very serious.

"Arrogant boy, die!"

The red-robed man was already furious, but now he ran away completely.

"Today I will not only kill you to refine the corpse, but also take out your soul and throw it in the fire to torture you for seventy-seven forty-nine days, so that you can experience the feeling of being unable to survive or die."

The man in the red robe made a sinister sound. Behind him, a cloud of black mist suddenly exploded, and a transparent black ghost lay on his shoulder.

"Myriad ghosts court the sect!"

The man in red gave a low snort.

boom!

All of a sudden, the little black ghost suddenly exploded again, and behind him a gate of ghosts slowly emerged. The gate was closed tightly, imprinted with simple and simple patterns, including humans, insects, ghosts and ghosts. Behind that portal, the roaring and roaring sounds of countless ghosts could be faintly heard, like the Nine Nether Hells, truly terrifying.

The man in the red robe had a ghostly aura, and a dense black mist swirled around his body, like deep water droplets. As soon as he made a move, the dark wind suddenly blew in, making the person's cheeks hurt, and there was an inexplicable chill.

This is the practice of a pure corpse repairer, and the pressure is enough to make people completely collapse.

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In another battlefield.

The situation of Suzaku is not very good either. Although she has unrivaled cultivation and the original flame that restrains the two yellow robes, she is completely inferior now.

At the beginning of the battle, the appearance of the two Suzakus did catch the two yellow robes by surprise, which resulted in them not having the opportunity to show the method of controlling the corpse puppets. She built her skills every step of the way, relying on her cultivation in the late stage of transformation, she completely overwhelmed the two yellow-robed men, who were only in the middle stage of transformation, and was almost killed by Suzaku in the second move.

But as time went by, one of the yellow robes chose to entangle Suzaku desperately. Even though he was injured, the other yellow robe controlled the seven or eight corpse puppets below and attacked upwards together.

The strongest thing about corpse repairers is never their own cultivation, but their method of controlling corpses. Even a corpse repairer who has no power to restrain a chicken, if his method of controlling corpses is good enough, he can also reach the same level The strength of the strongest.

After waiting for the yellow robe to escape, the situation on the field immediately reversed.

The originally strong person has become the weak side, not only being suppressed and beaten, but also life-threatening. Flames surged around Suzaku, enveloping every inch of her body, like a phoenix bathed in fire, with beautiful tail feathers flashing, conquering the world.

But she met an opponent, a yellow robe in front of her, and four white fierce entanglements around her, which caused her a great crisis.

But she could only desperately suppress the other yellow-robed man to prevent him from getting out of trouble under her hands. Otherwise, at that time she would not only be facing four white fierces, but the entire battlefield, eleven white fierces working together. That's when real despair is.

"The origin is really hot!"

Suzaku yelled coquettishly, the source of the fire-type spirit body in her body vibrated, a pure source of fire-attribute gushed out from her red lips, instantly spreading into a sea of ​​flames, the temperature even scorched the air extremely, faintly distorted scene.

The super high temperature can be imagined.

The sea of ​​flames went straight to the yellow-robed man in front of him, the four white fierces felt it, and stepped out to block the yellow-robed corpse behind him tightly.

The air is filled with a strong burnt smell, which is extremely pungent.

The sea of ​​flames dissipated, and four figures stepped out. The white hairs of these four white vicious beasts have been burned clean, and their bodies are pitch black and scorched. Although some limbs have been burned, these things do not feel pain at all, and have little effect on the actual combat power.

"What a solid body, these white fierces seem to be different from the ones I encountered before." Suzaku took a deep breath.

Her original flame has always been her reliance, the purest source that has been tempered on a daily basis. It can even melt steel and incinerate any Transformation Realm expert into fly ashes, but it is useless to meet these white fierces at this moment.

"What kind of monsters are these?"

Suzaku's face changed drastically.

"You are thinking too simply. Your flames are indeed terrifying. Even steel bars may be able to melt into molten iron. But you may not know that there is something called a fire-avoiding talisman in the world. Starting from refining these corpse puppets, the red-robed lord has Punch the fire-avoiding talisman into the body of the corpse puppet. No matter how terrifying the temperature of the flame is, you can't even get close." The yellow-robed corpse cultivator laughed wildly.

"There are still such things." Suzakufang's eyes were a little messy, but she calmed down the next moment: "Since the flames are useless, then use the cultivation of the realm to blow them up!"

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Demi god. As long as the domain of the god-level powerhouse is touched, as long as it has something to do with the word god, even if a half-word is added in front of it, it is a peerless and terrifying figure.

It has to be said that the red-robed man is definitely the purest corpse cultivator, no matter in terms of cultivation base, martial arts, or understanding and utilization of yin energy, they are all superior. After unfolding the vision behind him, his strength actually increased again, almost infinitely increasing.

It is close to the divine realm, and in such a state, even if the ordinary divine realm comes, it will suffer.

It's a pity that in Lin Lang's eyes, all of this is as ridiculous as a child toddler.

Let you change thousands of times, and I will smash it with one punch!

Lin Lang blasted out with one punch, and he went forward relentlessly, as if he had the aura of dominating the world. It crushed all the attacks of the red-robed man directly.

What attack? Everything is vulnerable!

Fist shadows fell all over the sky, but the red-robed man could only passively fight back. Every physical confrontation made him take a few steps back, his blood was in disorder, and it took a long time to calm down.

The man in the red robe was punched, and two ribs were directly broken. He retreated resolutely, and never thought that after his combat power had improved so much, he would still be repelled by the opponent.

"You didn't try your best before." The red-robed man stared at Lin Lang, but he was also a little ashamed and angry. He almost tried his best, but he still couldn't do anything to the other party, but hurt himself instead.

"Why do you need to use all your strength to deal with you? If it wasn't for stepping on you a few more times, you would have been killed directly." Lin Lang said lightly.

"I'm a majestic unicorn in the sect. I have few opponents in the sect, and no one can suppress me." The red robe was so angry that he wanted to spurt blood, pointing at Lin Lang and trembling.

"Not even you!"

When it came to the last few words, the red-robed man spoke almost every word, as if full of boundless anger.

He opened his mouth and spat out a dull bead. There are some dark textures shining on that round bead, which is natural, and the thin lines have a feeling of moving the avenue of heaven and earth.

"You are so lucky to get a fake pill!" Lin Lang was a little surprised. The so-called fake elixir is similar to the golden elixir stage monks, except that the former is an incompletely formed elixir.

Generally speaking, such things as fake pills rarely appear. It is because the innate monks failed to pass the golden pill, and an accident happened when they were promoted to the golden pill stage. After death, the fake pill that has not yet formed is still there.

People die but Dan stays.

Generally speaking, the value of a fake pill is precious, and it contains the essence and Taoism of the person who has completed the pill. After being stimulated, it can be used as a forbidden weapon to launch a supreme attack. It's just that the essence in it is limited and can only be used a few times.

And the luster of the fake pill in front of him is almost dim, obviously its lifespan is numbered.

"You are a ground turtle with vision. This is left by a sage in my sect, and it is full of corpses, which are enough to kill any person in the divine realm!"

"Go to hell with me, Lin Youye!" the red robe roared, at this moment the power of the fake pill was fully aroused.

Obviously, he is not willing to cause more trouble, and wants to use this attack to fully understand the grievances.

A terrifying power swept across, and the heavens trembled!

The two Suzakus who were fighting the corpse repairers also felt a palpitating aura at this time, as if it was a catastrophe that destroyed the world. But those corpse puppets who have just awakened their minds are different. At this time, they seem to have been inexplicably nourished, and there is a faint will-o'-the-wisp in their rotten pupils.

This is a fake pill left by a strong man who is almost at the Golden Core stage. Once activated, it will definitely be the most terrible disaster in the world. Under this power, the divine realm is like an ant, unable to compete with the power of the fake pill.

And the man who left behind the fake alchemy is also from the lineage of Yin Corpse, and the attack he launched is also contaminated with his karma. At this moment, the world was quiet, and countless ferocious little ghosts crawled out from the surface, densely packed, and their source could not be seen.

Ghosts of the Night Walk!

Of course, the "hundred" here is a function word, not just a hundred, maybe how many pestering little ghosts there are. This is the Dao method of that strong man, which revives countless dead souls from the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, pulls people's lifespan, takes away people's Yangshou, and drags people into the Nine Nether Purgatory. Everything happens unconsciously.

Even though there is no earth-shattering collision at this moment, the risk factor is even greater than it.

Even the presence of a powerful person in the divine realm cannot prevent his body from being shattered, his lifespan exhausted, and his death in an instant.

Standing in the void, Lin Lang looked indifferent, as if he didn't take this method seriously at all. Instead of using the Shangqing Sword, he took out a pitch-black flute from his body.

Because he sensed it, the black piccolo was singing softly, excited!

The black piccolo has long been a psychic tool, and it hums continuously, as if it has encountered the most desired food, vibrating endlessly, and after breaking away from Lin Lang's palm, it is not controlled by Lin Lang's spiritual sense, but it rushes forward actively.

And the moment it was born, a ten thousand zhang light burst out, the light was intense, and the sky that was already pressed down was more like being covered with a layer of rag, as dark as water.

Before these black lights fell, the black piccolo flew out first, and the black awn on the mouth of the flute swelled up, forming a vortex, bursting out a terrifying suction force, despite the howling and struggling of thousands of ghosts, it was difficult to resist Piccolo's swallowing of cows.

In just a short moment, I don't know how many little ghosts were taken away by the black piccolo.

Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands?

In short, that terrifying magical power failed to fall, and was directly absorbed by the black piccolo first, making it impossible to get close to Lin Lang at all.