A wind raft separated the sides of life and death, and the golden white tiger phantom behind Bai Luo suddenly rushed out from her back. The roar of tigers in the air came, and the powerful golden light Bai Luo seemed to be about to disperse 30% of her spiritual power. Between the lines of life and death, Bai Luo placed himself on the side of death.

These puppets have no consciousness, as if they were a tool for slaughtering. Only after completing the task will these people be withdrawn. Otherwise, even if they go to the ends of the world, these puppets will chase them.

Wu Yueji's abacus was well-known. If a thousand puppets were replaced with a martial god, the deal was too cost-effective!

After shattering these thousands of puppets, her own spiritual power was dispersed, and she would destroy the three realms and there would be no more Martial God Lord.

"Miss White!"

"Bai Qiang Rhino!" Xue Huo flipped his hand, and several thunders slashed into the scorched earth from the air. A dragon roar came, and a giant dragon poked its head out of the dark clouds. Several thunders struck the puppet. In an instant, the blue thunder collided with the Grandmaster Lingliu, and the white tiger on Bai Luo's back jumped up.

Seeing that the white tiger wrapped in the golden spirit stream was about to crash into the puppet and smash it to pieces, an ice wall suddenly erected in front of Bai Luo.

Bai Luo suddenly raised his head and saw Ye Mingtian Shuibi's clothes passing through the air. Bai Luo's body shook, and a trace of fishy sweetness surged up in her throat. With a "puff", her knees finally couldn't bear it and knelt down.

"God Lord!" Jiang Qinghan fell from the air and reached out to hold Bai Luo's wrist. The mellow spiritual power poured into Bai Luo's wrist with a hint of warmth. Bai Luo turned around and looked at Jiang Qinghan's voice was dull: "Are you here?"

"God, you are seriously injured, don't talk for now." Jiang Qinghan did not expect that Bai Luo's injury was so serious. The wound left by the Soul-killing Sword seemed to have opened a hole in Bai Luo's body, and spiritual power continued to flow out from the wound, even if Jiang Qinghan poured the spiritual power into Bai Luo's body was like a mud cow entering the sea.

In the air, Mobi and Ji Junlan jumped down. Ji Junlan fell behind Bai Luo and reached out to support Bai Luo: "Sister Bai, we are late."

"These puppets cannot be kept."

"Know."

Feng Mobi crossed the ice wall and looked up at the giant dragon in the air and said, "Divine King Meng Zhang is so hard to send a thunder."

Xue Huo swept through the clouds, and the black scales shone with a black pearl-like luster. The dragon roar penetrated the clouds with lightning. With a few loud bangs, the thunder hit the black scorched earth, and circled all the puppets together like a cage.

Feng Mobi jumped up from the scorched earth and raised the Demon-Capture Sword with both hands.

Feng Mobi's skin was beautifully bronze, and his golden shawl and ink hair were flying in the air. Lightning fell from his side, and blue lightning illuminated his angular cheeks.

A lightning flashed towards the demon-sealing sword, and a layer of lightning was immediately wrapped in Feng Mobi's blade. A violent "crackling" sound came from the tip of the knife. The lightning was wrapped along the hilt of the knife and was wrapped around Feng Mobi's wrist. The blue lightning with the blazing temperature immediately tore Feng Mobi's cuffs apart.

A trace of blood flowed out of Feng Mobi's wrists, staining his luxurious clothes.

In the thunder stroke, Feng Mobi lowered his head and looked at the thousands of puppets. His voice was fierce, but his eyes were calm. It seemed that under him was not an enemy, but a group of ants that could be killed by one foot. Feng Mobi cut off the Demon-Captaining Sword in the air: "Demon-Captaining Sword! Breaking Ghosts!"

Feng Mobi is a well-deserved leader in Kunlun. His spiritual power has long been comparable to that of Fuxi Emperor Feng Qianni. At this time, he first endured Xue Huo's heavenly thunder with his immortal body and was slashing it down with the heavenly thunder. Even Bai Luo felt frightened.

The gray-brown scorched earth rose from the ground like two solid earth walls on both sides of Feng Mobi's sword blade. The already fragile peaks shattered under the blow of Feng Mobi, and huge rocks rolled down from the top of the mountain into the turbulent river water, as if they were about to fill the wide river surface.

Thousands of puppets were torn apart by the broken ghosts on the scorched earth. The demonic person was not like the souls in the illusion, but was shattered by the broken ghosts and turned into invisible. These puppets were slaughtered by the broken ghosts in the thunder, and saw black shadows suddenly appear behind thousands of puppets. The shadows emerged from the back of the puppet, twisted and transformed, but stubbornly refused to leave the body.

With a "bang", the ice wall in front of Bai Luo shattered, and the wind raft she laid dissipated. Behind Bai Luo, Xie Jinyan, Xie Bainian, Lu Yubao, Wu Sanniang, Yuan Yuzhu, Yan Zhu and others rushed into the crowd.

"I am helped by God, and I will block the Luo River in front and behind. The five elements will help me, exorcism from both sides and left and right!"

Everyone sang in unison, as if the sound of temple bells came from the sky and echoed among the broken mountains and rivers. Xie Jinyan, Yuan Yuzhu, Wu Sanniang and others were like lightning to shuttle between the puppets, allowing those souls who refused to leave to completely dissipate and become a ghost between the mountains and rivers.

Unexpectedly, Feng Mobi's spiritual power was already so strong! Bai Luo looked at Feng Mobi's throat in the crowd and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Qinghan felt anxious and increased his spiritual power in his hand. The crown on his head, which looked like a horn, gradually appeared as his spiritual power was consumed: "Shenjun, please hold on!"

Bai Luo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "I'm fine. I'm told them to leave quickly, the mountain is about to collapse!"

"Okay." Before he finished speaking, Ji Junlan had already flew into the crowd in a yellow shirt. Her jade-white fingers stretched out and pointed between the eyebrows of the last puppet. The puppet suddenly turned into a pool of dust in front of Ji Junlan.

Bai Luo forced himself to stand up and took Jiang Qinghan's hand off his wound: "Don't waste your spiritual power anymore."

Jiang Qinghan looked at Bai Luo anxiously: "God, you are seriously injured."

Bai Luo smiled faintly: "I once asked Siming how long I can die. Siming said that I not only live with heaven and earth, but also live with heaven and earth. I cannot die."

Bai Luo took a deep breath and stood up straight. The spiritual power was exhausted and the wound had not healed, which reminded her of the feeling of losing all her spiritual power in the illusion of the demon clan and becoming an ordinary person.

It reminded her of a time when someone stood in front of her and said she would always protect her.

After all, only if the spiritual power is weak will I believe such nonsense and look forward to such words and voices. Bai Luo's five fingers moved slightly. In this world, only he can protect himself, and only his own power belongs to him.

Jiang Qinghan looked at Bai Luo withstood the pain and straightened his back. He seemed to see the Jianwu Shenjun who once stood in the small bamboo forest of Kunlun Ruins, accompanied by wild beasts crying and using bamboo leaves as flutes. The cold, arrogant and lonely man in the world.

Bai Luo found the buried Star Lord of Tianji among the dust and gravel.

She was born to be unfaithful. All she had was the duty to guard the three realms. Feelings would only make her less decisive and become more fragile.

Bai Luo found Tianji Star Lord from the scorched earth. The moment he dragged Tianji Star Lord out of the dust, Bai Luo suddenly stiffened. There was a hole in Tianji Star Lord's heart.
Chapter completed!