The evil god seizes the house, I will fail

She knew very well that she would never allow this so-called Great Formation of Ten Thousand Ghosts to take shape.

Otherwise, everyone will be trapped by these inexhaustible innocent souls.The superhumans may still be able to persist, but the civilians will die.

"Luo Qingyou, you are looking for your own death!"

The three Rakshasa ghosts sneered, and saw countless grievances gathered behind them, turning into a huge barbarian ghost with three heads and sixteen arms, which was terrifying.

I saw the barbarian's three heads roaring furiously, and its sixteen arms suddenly grabbed the flying sword!

boom!

That heavy iron sword was clamped in an instant!

The sword intent swept across like a storm, and the two rows of street lamps on the long street shattered.

All the shops and pedestrians on the side of the road screamed and ran away in fright.

At the same time, several helicopters landed at the intersection.

A large number of students from Jingxuan Mansion jumped out of the helicopter.

Qiu He took the lead in the charge and shouted, "Protect the civilians!"

But at the same time, countless men in black robes appeared at the crossroads at some point.

They came through the night with a cold killing intent, and the night wind blew their black hoods.

All I saw were hideous and terrifying blood vessels on those gloomy faces.

There are even black scales.

They are all heretics who have devoured the blood of Leviathan.

The strength cannot be underestimated.

"Nine Ghosts of Rakshasa? Interesting, but why did you only come three?" Luo Qingyou's eyes flashed with awe-inspiring sword light, and she slowly walked out of the helicopter with the seal of the sword formula in her hand.

Her snow-white dress fluttered in the night wind, and her high-heeled strappy sandals lightly stepped on the ground.

Like a fairy.

It's just that this kind of beauty was covered by the sharpness she showed.

The turbulent sword intent climbed steadily.

The huge pitch-black barbarian let out a low growl, and the flying sword held by him trembled violently, making an angry sword cry, and the sword light was as blazing as lightning!

I saw the sixteen ghost hands sneering and corroding, and thick black smoke rose.

This huge ghost was being vaporized by the sword intent.

"The nine of you are only at the peak of the seventh step. How long can you stand in front of me with just the three of you?" Luo Qingyou said with serious eyes.

Ji Yan sat in the helicopter at the back, turned to look at the rescue station, and reminded: "Be careful, there is a strange thing in that rescue station."

As soon as the voice fell, the outer wall of the rescue station was blasted.

"Captain Luo, long time no see!"

I saw a bloody man with a stick attacking violently.

No, not just human sticks.

Followed by it, there was a bloody and ferocious head.

And broken hands, thighs and calves.

This scene is simply weird.

He Qingfeng stood in the ruins with his arms crossed. He dismembered the monster dozens of times in just a few tens of seconds, but he had never encountered such a strange ability.

Not only the recovery ability of the flesh and blood is very strong, but the recovery speed of the soul is even abnormal.

The false god Leviathan, known as the immortal demon god.

Sure enough.

Seeing this guy fly out, he didn't pursue him either.

Because his task is very simple, just to protect the saint.

Saron seized the best opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the woman's flying sword was caught, the body was defenseless, and pounced with lightning speed.

And what he had to do was very simple, that was to squeeze out the blood from all over his body.

Directly taint and infect this woman!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa..."

I saw that the monster's body was pieced together again, and it swelled into a fleshy ball with bulging fascia. The filthy blood from the false god Leviathan surged wildly in the body.

He smashed hard at the white-clothed figure on the long street.

However, what responded to him was a sneer of disdain.

"Saron, you idiot really think that Jianzong's secret practice is so weak?" Luo Qingyou glanced at this guy, raised Su Bai's right hand, and pointed like a sword.

In an instant, a bleak sword light tore through the night, unstoppable!

The ball of meat was immediately sliced ​​open by the sharp sword light, and blood was poured out!

Luo Qingyou's figure condensed slightly, and instantly turned into a shattered afterimage and disappeared without a trace.

When she reappeared, she had already held her own iron sword.

The Rakshasa three ghosts were taken aback, and quickly backed away.

However, Luo Qingyou didn't give them any chance, she tightened her right hand holding the hilt of the sword forcefully, the edge of the iron sword seemed to burst out with light, and it slashed down with an aura of burning jade and stone!

Click!

A crack appeared on the forehead of the huge barbarian, spreading straight down.

Boom.

One sword cut in two!

The three Rakshasa ghosts also suffered a backlash, and appeared momentarily sluggish.

"I want to run now, isn't it too late?" Luo Qingyou sneered.

The iron sword circled her body, the sword's intent became more intense, as if it was about to shoot out one by one.

The next blow will directly kill the dog heads of the other three.

But at this time.

The three ghosts of Rakshasa let out chuckles of unknown meaning. One of them took out an unpretentious small brass bell from his pocket, and flicked it with his other hand.

"Acacia Bell!"

Luo Qingyou's delicate body trembled suddenly, her trembling voice was full of fear.

Then, she heard the crisp ringing of the bell.

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The bell echoed in the night, so abrupt.

Ji Yan was originally watching the battle of Jianzong monks with great interest, which seemed to be a one-sided crushing situation, but when he heard the bell rang, he knew that things were about to turn for the better.

Today's game can be said to be a confrontation between the Church of the Holy Church and the Church of the Mass.

In other words, it was the match between Licini and Melrose.

"No, you guys... run away!"

Luo Qingyou's delicate body trembled, and there was a touch of charm in her cold voice!

The iron sword with unparalleled killing intent lost control and was directly inserted into the ground.

Her legs went limp, and she clutched her lower abdomen, her snow-white skin quickly flushed.

The bell seemed to have had a great effect on her.

And it's still a weird effect.

"Huh? Why did you run away?"

Ji Yan didn't know why, so he became excited.

Originally, he wasn't this kind of person, probably after returning to the growth stage, the lust that had been haunting him from time to time was playing tricks, which caused him to stare wide-eyed, for fear of missing something.

"Go, kill that guy from Huangzong."

The Three Rakshasa Ghosts shook the bell and sneered.

Luo Qingyou snorted softly, as if her soul had been completely lost, she knelt down on the broken long street, raised her right hand subconsciously, and the iron sword made a terrifying sword cry again.

That's Melrose's plan.

What the monks of the Barbarian Ghost Sect fear most is the Desolate Sect's Ember Extinguishing Knife.

But Jianzong is not afraid.

Luo Qingyou practiced the pure way of the Sword Sect, but this could not change that she was originally from the Hehuan Sect. Even though she had rebelled against the Sect for more than ten years, her spiritual imprint was still there.

The biggest characteristic of the Hehuan Sect is that everyone below the suzerain is a slave!

As for what kind of slave, think for yourself.

So they used the bell borrowed by the Hehuan Sect to directly control Luo Qingyou.

Come and kill with a sword!

The sword soared into the sky, and the trembling sound of the sword's edge was like a thunderbolt. Thousands of thunder lights burst out in the night sky, and finally condensed into a line of sword light, swooping down!

Boom boom boom!

The sound barrier was shattered, the blade set off a scorching air arc, and the cascading ripples spread.

This sword will destroy the entire refugee aid station.

Ji Zhenling raised her head, her cool and pretty face was illuminated by the sword light.

Behind her, another enchanting and charming shadow loomed.

"Saint, be careful!"

He Qingfeng directly stood in the front. As a monk of the Huangzong, the meaning of his existence was to protect the blood of the clan. There was no expression on that young and handsome face.

It seems to be indifferent to life and death.

The opponent is one rank higher than him, and there is still a huge gap between the sixth and seventh ranks.

He is a semi-saint, blessed by the rules of heaven and earth.

And he didn't.

Perhaps only the uncle can beat this woman.

But he can't.

So he immediately planned to use Huangzong's strongest secret technique to block the sword.

After this blow, he will surely die.

But the saint must be fine.

At this moment, the picture seemed to freeze.

"It's broken, it's really broken now! If Captain Luo kills the members of the Desolate Sect with his sword, wouldn't the Desolate Sect want to go to war directly with the church?"

Bishop Morishima's face was as pale as paper, and he shouted: "Mr. Shiina, stop watching the show and think of a way! People are going to die! Help!"

It was only then that Ji Yan realized his gaffe, and stopped looking at the back of the woman kneeling on the ground.

At this time, people from all directions were looking at him.

Xueyue, Qiuhe and the others all looked extremely nervous.

Ji Yan clasped his hands together suddenly, and a phantom of a dark blue warrior appeared behind him.

Suzhan Mingzun!

"—Water Dungeon, who will repair the dam!" The spiritual body of Suzhan Mingzun swallowed by Ji Yan symbolizes the destruction and vitality of the ocean.

Although he doesn't have the blessing of Sanguizi's faith in Fusang, he has already been assimilated by his soul source in essence. If it is displayed in an abyss posture, it will be even stronger.