Chapter 957

The other two agreed. The old man stretched out his hand. The sky, which was still sunny, was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and there was a pure white thunder coming from it.

Zhao Feng was envious. If only he had this ability, he would not have to watch the astronomical phenomena to eat. He could call it and wave it away. This is the real immortal means.

In the end, the middle-aged man, with a Buddha dozens of meters high on his back, walked directly towards the dead place, and Golden Lotus blossomed on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the spirit of death in armor snorted coldly: "let's do it together and turn these three human beings into death apostles. I'd like to see if they have such means after they become Death apostles."

Another dead spirit nodded. If he was the only one here, he would leave without saying anything.

But now it's not the same. There's another spirit of death around him. In addition, his plot for that matter has consumed a lot of information accumulated by death over the years.

At this time, he does not allow himself to fail, otherwise, he will not have such a chance next time.

Immediately, a burst of black air emerged from the ground and slowly condensed into the shape of soldiers and horses. Looking around, I don't know how many of them were black.

"Today I'll show you my means. This is my territory."

As he spoke, the spirit of death stretched out his hand, and the thousands of troops condensed by the black air rushed directly towards the three strong people. The first one to bear the brunt was the middle-aged man and the Golden Buddha behind him.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hummed coldly: "a clown jumping from the beam."

As soon as the voice fell, the Golden Buddha stretched out his hand behind him, and the huge palm crushed the soldiers and horses directly.

But seeing this, the spirit of the dead did not panic. This is the dead. He can get as many things as he wants.

The only thing the Golden Buddha can erase is these dead bodies.

Found this, middle-aged face suddenly become very ugly.

"Catch the king before you catch the thief. Don't do anything to deal with the dead spirit."

Said the young man in mid air.

The middle-aged man nodded, his face dignified, and made a strange gesture. In an instant, he merged with the Golden Buddha and rushed towards the Golden Buddha.

"Friend, you should show your hand too!"

Zhao Feng's spirit of death nodded and took a deep breath. He knew that if he didn't work hard today, he couldn't.

This thing is like a wild animal. The more injured the wild animal is, the less it can be provoked. Otherwise, you will never know how they will fight.

Between the dark cloud and the sky, he saw a drop of blood on the ground.

A giant wolf, whose whole body is completely composed of dead air, appears. Surprisingly, there is a trace of crescent moon on the top of the giant wolf's head.

"Roaring moon wolf king? Good means. "

Seeing this scene, another dead spirit exclaimed.

Although he can summon thousands of troops, they are all a bunch of waste. It's OK to fight and consume. It's really not enough to deal with the top strong.

But this Xiaoyue wolf king is different. Xiaoyue wolf king was originally a top monster, and now it's a body made of dead Qi, immune to a lot of damage. It can be said that this thing can fight with the top level experts.

The spirit of the dead, which was badly damaged by Zhao Feng, did not speak, but just laughed.

No one knows that his heart is bleeding. You know, the spirit of death is a body made up of dead Qi, so it's hard to kill, and it can offset most of the attacks.

He summoned the wolf king, but he used a drop of blood. Maybe others thought it was a magic effect.

But only he knew that it was his real life root, the blood of the dead spirit, the end of the dead spirit. In fact, he could cultivate the human form, not the illusory form, but the real person.

At that time, the spirit of death will get rid of the bondage of the body.

How to transform? Take nine as the respect, nine is the extreme number, also is the Yang number. If the spirit of death wants to turn into a human, it needs to make nine drops of blood, which is the foundation and runs through the whole body.

These nine drops of blood are also particular, corresponding to different positions of the human body.

They are Dai jiulv 1, left 3, right 7, 24 for shoulders, 68 for feet, five in the center.

Each part of the human body represents the essence of death.

Of course, this is not so easy, take this drop of blood for example! Why can't anyone recognize it, even the other who is also a dead spirit?

Because he didn't have it, he didn't know that the spirit of the dead, who had been badly damaged, had condensed such a drop of the blood of the dead in a very accidental opportunity.If it were not for today's critical situation, if he didn't make any noise, he would not give up this drop of blood.

However, since he has already done so, he should simply do it. Nine drops of blood from the dead, each of which represents a part of the human body, can vaguely coincide with the main road.

With this kind of thing as the price, the summoned existence is not generally strong. Even the real wolf king standing here may not be the opponent of the spirit of death summoning this thing.

Sure enough, the wolf king is just a fight. The Golden Buddha made by the middle-aged man is already dim. Once again, it becomes debris.

The middle-aged man flew out of it. "Do it, it's not easy."

How strong the Golden Buddha he made is known to all the three strong people present. The strong people in the same realm may not be able to break the defense of this thing.

But it was such a thing that it was smashed only by two attacks. The strength of Xiaoyue wolf king was absolutely above them.

At present, the two strong men in the sky are not staying. The thunder in mid air falls directly towards the wolf king of Xiaoyue. The pure white thunder with heavenly power is terrified.

But this kind of thunder, when it meets the wolf king, is resisted by one of its claws. With one force, the thunder is directly broken, and becomes the free aura between heaven and earth. The white thunder has no power at all, so it disappears.

Zhao Feng took a cool breath. The things he saw today are too strange and faint. They are challenging his bottom line.

Thunder can be smashed by a slap. What kind of strong man can do it!

And the young man who didn't do it all the time couldn't help throwing out the golden town character.

However, the direction he threw out was not the wolf king, but the spirit of death who called out the wolf king.

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