Chapter 9191

These two people are so powerful that they are suffocating.

One of them has the mark of desert scorpion on his eyebrows.

On the other hand, the middle of the eyebrow is the mark of a desert lizard.

Lingxiao feels like two giant beasts from ancient times.

Obviously not big.

But the eyes seem to have heaven and earth.

At this time, both of them saw Lingxiao.

The strong man with the lizard mark smiled: "ha ha, ha ha, come, or come!

Heisha wusheng, you suppressed me for thousands of years, but it still fell short. Today, you are still going to die.

Don't worry, I will clean up all your disciples and grandchildren after I go out, ha ha! "

Laughter is like thunder.

His head was buzzing with shock.

"Sure enough!"

In fact, seeing these two people, Lingxiao guessed that the person with the scorpion mark might be the Heisha wusheng who disappeared ten thousand years ago.

Now, it's certain.

Heisha wusheng is indeed missing.

He's not dead.

Nor did he leave the black sand region.

He's just trapped.

So who's the other person?

Lingxiao is a little confused. If he can fight against the black sand martial saint, he must also be a martial saint.

"Ghost dragon wusheng, you can't think. Even if you die with you, I won't let you escape."

Heisha wusheng Lengleng road.

It is clear that we have made up our mind.

"Heisha, are you old and confused? You know that the so-called saint's secret place was forcibly created by me with injuries.

To let your disciples and grandchildren come in and kill each other.

More than a million people came in.

Now there are more than 300000 dead.

Those dead warriors, their flesh and blood, their souls, will be the source of my recovery.

But somehow, what some people's energy essence has been swallowed up.

That's strange.

forget it.

It doesn't matter. If I can recover a little, you'll die!

And see that silly boy?

Those, including him, are top talents.

They didn't listen to your advice and entered here.

Just bring me nourishment.

You know the skills I cultivate. As long as I swallow their flesh and blood, my strength will recover a lot.

You have no hope.

You lost to me after all.

You are very powerful, but you can't resist human greed.

Ha ha ha, heaven will kill you, you have to die! "

Ghost dragon Wu Sheng laughed.

Very excited.

Lingxiao frowned.

Some of the previous doubts have been completely solved.

Ten thousand years ago, the martial saint of Heisha encountered a strong enemy in order to prevent the Heisha region from being destroyed.

A place where strong enemies are imprisoned.

The two are neck and neck.

No one can leave here.

But the ghost dragon wusheng's strength was still stronger than the black shark wusheng, so he came up with a way.

To restore their strength.

So, the saint's Secret realm appeared.

There are also some dead bodies that Lingxiao met in the saint's secret place before.

You can also explain.

This ghost dragon wusheng seems to be able to absorb human vitality.

Let people die forever.

It's a pity.

The existence of those great emperors is also useless in front of saints.

Have become the victims of this struggle.

Ten thousand years of fighting has lasted until now.

Although both were seriously injured, they were still fighting.

There are also desert scorpions and desert lizards, which seem to give a perfect explanation.

Black Shark wusheng tried to block the fighters who entered here.

I just don't want Gu Long wusheng's ambition to come true.

But unfortunately, almost all the top talents came in.

His obstruction failed.

But between the wrong and the wrong.

Lingxiao stopped the others.

I just entered here alone.

"Boy, what about the others? Nearly 30 people have come here? Forget it, you're good. You swallowed your flesh and blood first.

Wait for others. "

After talking, the ghost dragon wusheng suddenly slapped Lingxiao.

The palm wind blots out the sun.

Make the whole space dark.

A terrible pressure made Lingxiao feel suffocated.

Although he is already a seriously injured martial saint.

But that's also wusheng.

Lingxiao can't fight at all.

I can't escape!

I can only let the hidden palm print blow down.

"Move it!"

Lingxiao roared.

Suddenly, he turned into ZuLong.

The field of heaven erupted.

Towards the front.

"Eh? ZuLong's blood? The realm of heaven? Is there such a genius in this world? Damn it, you have to die!"

Ghost dragon Wu Sheng's face changed a little.

Obviously, he is very afraid of Lingxiao's talent.

"If you want to kill him, ask me first!"

Black sand Wu Sheng shot.

A gust of wind picked up flying sand and rocks.

Formed a huge palm.

Boom!

The palms collided with each other.

Formed an unstoppable terrorist storm between heaven and earth.

The sky was blown up.

In the battlefield of wusheng, he is too small.

No matter what means, it seems to be so useless.

Only life!

"Heisha, you dare stop me, I'll kill you!"

Ghost dragon wusheng's combat power at this time is definitely stronger than Heisha wusheng.

The two men fought on the earth, and the whole world fell apart.

It was a shock.

However, soon, the black sand wusheng fell to the disadvantage.

Sure enough, a large number of martial artists died, which gave the ghost dragon martial saint the best opportunity to recover, which finally made him stronger than Heisha martial saint.

The delicate balance was broken.

"No, I have to find a way, otherwise I will die today."

Lingxiao knows very well that once the black sand wusheng is defeated, he will die next.

In front of Wu Sheng, the quasi emperor is a real mole ant.

Even if he had countless means, he could not escape death.

Therefore, his hope is Heisha wusheng.

If you can help Heisha wusheng win.

Then don't worry.

But how can we help?

Array!

By the way, array!

This is the only way Lingxiao can think of.

Use the gate of time and space to create a space-time array and block this space.

He couldn't think of anything else but this way.

Think of it here.

He offered his flying sword and ran over the emperor.

Start to draw a daring array.

A way to imprison Wu Sheng.

Although he is inferior to mole ants in front of Wu Sheng.

But ants have to fight.

He can't just wait to die.

"Boy, what are you doing? Even the emperor is mole ants in my eyes. You dare to resist and kill!"

The ghost dragon Wu Sheng beat back the black sand Wu Sheng with a fist, and then hit the Lingxiao with another palm.

There is no need to have any special method to deal with Lingxiao.

Just one palm is enough.

As long as you hit, Lingxiao will die.

At this moment, Lingxiao's blood seemed to coagulate.

The whole person can't move at all.

The terrible power of the sage completely suppressed him.

He couldn't move again.

"Batian Wu soul, release!"

Lingxiao has to work hard, so she doesn't care what to expose.

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