More than two hundred golden lights protecting the body were all extinguished in the ice avalanche.

Soon the group of holy cultivators headed by Yin Zhiyu were all buried. They were like little lives living in the mountains in the avalanche. No matter how strong and vigorous they were, they could not escape the ruthless devouring of this avalanche.

The power of one palm surpassed all the holy skills. It was indeed a magical skill learned in the world of myths, and it even surprised Wu Hen himself.

It seems that I need to change my habit of constantly drawing my sword. Aren't I quite fierce?

After the Avalanche Palm swept through, the siege formation of more than two hundred people was broken up again. Seeing dozens of people die directly, Wu Hen was very satisfied with the power of his palm.

I think it took me half my life to defeat one Jiao Zhu, but now I can defeat this large group of people with ease. My transformation over the years is still very obvious.

This palm cooled down the rising emotions of the members of the Warsong Alliance. Wu Hen also followed the trend and attacked, first killing the Lishan faction's group!

"Don't think that I can't recognize you if you hide in the crowd!"

Wu Hen was extremely vengeful. He could remember exactly what these people looked like and what patterns they had on their clothes.

In the thick ice and snow, Wu Hen's silver holy breath was particularly dazzling. He shuttled at extremely fast speeds, picked out all the people of the Lishan Sect, executed them, and fed their soul breaths to Xiaoyi.

After this battle, Xiaoyi ate a lot of snacks.

In fact, the practice philosophy of the holy cultivators is quite consistent with Wu Hen. They use killing as a medicinal bath of essence and blood.

Inspire the ancient totem bloodline in your body.

Wu Hen can not only bathe in blood, but also sacrifice their soul breath to the sword, making the best use of it and growing in both directions.

It can be said that this land of the Holy Sect is a huge Shura field. If it can stand out in such a cruel environment, it must be a high-dimensional supreme in the entire world!

After doing a breath adjustment, Wu Hen's silver holy breath quickly filled up again.

After killing all the old enemies of the Lishan Sect, Wu Hen set his sights on his senior brother Yin Zhiyu, who was also respected by everyone.

Yin Zhiyu's strength is very strong, and he may have reached the Saint Yuan realm, but he cultivates the Virtual Saint Yuan, and most of the holy arts he masters are only high-level holy arts, so he does not pose a threat to Wu Hen.

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The real strength of Wu Hen is not entirely the Holy Infant. It is that after he evolved to the seventh level of life, he mastered a variety of magical powers. Under the interaction of three and fourth levels of perception, Wu Hen drew a picture in his mind.

The battle track can clearly depict the entire battlefield, and allows Wu Hen to analyze it frame by frame.

To be honest, Leng Shu was very strong. He quickly noticed that Wu Hen had such an ability, and stepped in front of Wu Hen's battle track to intercept and kill Wu Hen.

Leng Shu can threaten Wu Hen, but for the rest of them, their every move is influenced by Wu Hen's battle track perception.

Wu Hen, who was in an invincible position, had only one shortcoming, and that was that his killing speed was slower.

If he reaches the realm of the Holy Child, Wu Hen's killing speed will increase several times. There is no need to deal with those who have exposed flaws one by one, but he will kill them all with one move.

"Don't panic, everyone, his holy breath will eventually run out!"

"Yes, look at his condition, he is at the end of his strength!"

"We've heard this story no less than three times—"

"He has turned into a demon slayer. Do you think you can survive if you just retreat?"

Wu Hen's killing can't achieve great results.

This naturally gave people like the Warsong Alliance a glimmer of hope.

"As long as he doesn't slap that palm again, we can kill him at any cost!" said a young man in red robe.

"That's right, he set foot here earlier than us. He must have many treasures on his body, and even hold some sacred magic weapon. Otherwise, how could he use such cultivation to display such powerful magical powers?"

"Yes, he must be relying on some kind of supreme magic weapon. If you kill him, the thing will be ours!"

There is one of the most important survival rules in the Holy Sect, that is, wealth should not be exposed.

On the one hand, the disciples of the various sects of the Holy Sect must show that they are strong enough to ensure that they will not always be remembered by some ferocious and predatory people, and can shock the carnivorous vultures of the Holy Sect, and on the other hand, they must hide their magic weapons.

Otherwise, it will be easy to be attacked and competed by more powerful people.

At this time, this group of holy cultivators from the Warsong Alliance also realized that Wu Hen must have sacrificed the magic weapon he had hidden at the bottom of the box. If he persisted for a while, he could divide up the monster's belongings.

It is clear that he is only in the Saint Infant realm, but he has shown an even more exaggerated combat power than the Saint Yuan realm. So how powerful must the magic weapon he holds have to be?

"He adjusts his breath very quickly."

"No, why is he filled with holy breath again?"

"Don't come here!!" The young man in red suddenly screamed.

Wu Hen killed himself in front of him like a ghost.

In the palm of his hand, a ball of Yin Lotus rose slowly. Before it touched the young red-robed man, he already felt a biting coldness.

When Wu Hen took out the ghost lotus, streaks of ghost fire rose up like nine ghost dragons, and the red-robed man who emerged was quickly burned to ashes, leaving no bones or residue.

Although the Nether Lotus that Liu Mengying left for herself was not a growth-type magical power, it was a way to borrow magic power from the Yin God. Liu Mengying obviously also got the opportunity, and her cultivation level has improved significantly in these years. After using this Nether Lotus

At that time, Wu Hen felt a little regretful.

Killing a chicken with a sledgehammer!

Has the Underworld Wife evolved again? The power of the Underworld Lotus is almost as powerful as the Avalanche Palm.

I should deliberately sell a big flaw, wait for these greedy fellow disciples to rush up together, and then cremate them all and slaughter them. How can I kill dozens of people? Otherwise, there are still nearly two hundred people, how long will it take to kill them.

As for the attrition tactics used by the enemy, who wanted to exhaust his holy breath before killing him, Wu Hen couldn't help but laugh.

With the breathing method of the fourth-level taste, coupled with the realm of spiritual integration, the Holy Infant in Wu Hen's body is completely like a small reservoir, with roaring rivers pouring in from all directions. Even if all the Holy breath is emptied in an instant, it can still be restored in a short time.

Filled inside.

Wu Hen's current problem is not that there is not enough holy breath, but that his water storage pond is too small, and the energy that can be released at one time is very limited.

With limited energy, it is naturally impossible to continuously use advanced holy skills to kill these enemies like flies.

Of course the efficiency will be slower.

We still have to break through as soon as possible.

As long as you break through the first level, your combat power will increase exponentially. If you deal with these things, you can wipe them out with just one punch and one palm.

Elsewhere, Leng Shu stood in an area of ​​lightning and thunder, fighting with the Thunder God Qilin.

He turned around and glanced at Yin Zhiyu and the others. Seeing that they had not captured Wu Hen for so long, he couldn't help but curse a few times.

Even if they didn't capture Wu Hen, the collective magic circle they had set up before was obviously in decline.

Upon seeing this, Lei Gong Qilin immediately turned into a lightning ball and fled towards the far side.

Leng Shu was extremely anxious. If this Thunder God Qilin wanted to escape, it would be difficult for him to keep it, but he was extremely unwilling to watch such a rare ancient Qilin slip away from his eyes.

Leng Shu hesitated for a moment, and finally bit his thumb with a cruel move, letting the bright red blood seep out from his finger.

He raised his thumb and smeared the blood on his eyebrows, forehead, and cheekbones as if performing some ancient ritual. Suddenly, his face appeared strangely deformed against the blood.

, the blood-colored devilish aura was on his cheeks

Leng Shu formed an ancient face. At the same time, the blood in Leng Shu's body was boiling. During the boiling, countless dark red devil breaths were released. These devil breaths seeped out from the pores of his body and condensed on the surface of his skin.

, forming a kind of scar similar to a knot!

In an instant, Leng Shu seemed to have changed into a different person.

Or perhaps, this is his true face hidden under his elegant and handsome appearance. His pupils are burning quietly, his hair seems to be dyed into blood flames, and the holy scars covering his body form a kind of...

A ferocious and majestic outer armor, the armor is densely covered with mysterious and powerful runes!

Taking a deep breath, the spiritual energy from all directions turned into countless blood-red springs, pouring into Leng Shu's open mouth at an alarming speed.

The spiritual energy turned red, just like the lines of blood intertwined between heaven and earth. At first, Leng Shu was just devouring the spiritual energy around him, like a demon who had just awakened and needed to collect the vitality of the world.

But soon, the blood spirit veins all over the world became like thick nooses, flying towards the group of Warsong Alliance members who were fighting Wu Hen without any warning.··

A member of the Lujiang Sect was casting a spell, intending to use the Holy Breath to turn the mountain into a mountain to crush Wu Hen, but when he was halfway through gathering the Holy Breath, the Blood Spiritual Cord flew over and strangled his neck violently!

This member of the Jiang faction is a purple robe. He doesn’t know what the blood soul cord is. When he is struggling hard,

The blood cord suddenly penetrated his throat.

There is no hole in the throat. The Blood Soul Cord is like a soul chain and can pass directly through a person's body. But what makes this Jiang faction member panic is that the Blood Soul Cord pierces directly from his throat into his Dantian.

, what made him even more unbelievable was that the blood spirit cord was pierced into the holy boy in his body!

Like a terrifying leech, it burrowed into the skull of the Holy Child inside the body, and then began to suck it greedily!!

The golden light on the Holy Child within his body began to dim.

The breath within the Holy Child began to fail.

The Saint Child's physique is drying out, and what is even more incredible is that the Saint Child is actually degenerating, from the plump Holy Child to the Holy Infant, and then from the Holy Infant to the Holy Fetus.·

All the holy breath was extracted, and the entire Holy Child's spirit shell was reduced to a lifeless mortal body.

The purple-robed member of the Jiang faction was so frightened that he had no idea what was happening.

His eyes were horrified, and he followed the blood spirit cord towards the source, and found that hundreds of blood spirit cords were flying from their highly respected senior brother Leng Shu, and he was not the only one who was experiencing this kind of cultivation suction.
Chapter completed!