Dream Master of Realms

The ghost king thought that the end of the trial was tasteless, but Li Xiaobai took advantage of the sneak attack.

Masters and disciples of Wandumen don't think so.

If it is an ordinary flame, they may be able to cope.

But the flame falling from the sky seems to be different from the ordinary fire, and it has a strong burning and penetrating power in itself.

The fire and rain were too dense and almost permeable.

Without precautions, almost all the disciples of Wandumen took the trick. They rolled on the ground repeatedly, but they still could not escape the dense flame.

Everyone was burnt and burned, and some shallow disciples were burned to death on the spot.

Even the poison **** and the blood-sucking elf were not spared, the clothes of the two old men were burned to pieces, exposing dark skin, their hair and beard were all burned out, and some things were looming and extremely embarrassing.

Two hundred years ago, they were the top masters of the Demon Religion. They were profound in their ways and were suddenly attacked by the Doomsday Trial, but they were only slightly injured.

Wandumen took the initiative to pick things up, but he didn't even start the fight, but was so embarrassed by a young posterity that he almost lost his face.

Poison God has been in the world for hundreds of years, and his age is older than the ghost king. Why has he suffered such humiliation.

He extinguished the sporadic flames on his body, and simply wrapped his fairly complete shirt around his waist, flying the magic weapon: "The thief, come to life."

Followed by the blood-sucking demon, Jiang Laosan and other masters who still have combat power.

Everyone's anger was burned.

The poison god's magic weapon is a half-foot long, clear and flowing knife, and the blue mist surrounds him, making him look like a demon god.

The blood-sucking old demon controls five strange skulls. He flies up to the sky with his hands knotted. With his knotting movements, countless white ghosts gather behind him to form a huge, ghost. The airy skull, with a ferocious and tyrannical atmosphere, opened a big mouth of blood basin and made a scream, rushed to the elite college elite group that had left the battlefield, and it was terrifying ...

Jiang Lao San Yu made a dark red flying fork, and a thick blood mist flashed on the flying fork ...

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Li Mu commanded the elite group to retreat and distance the poison gods and others. The flying magic depends on the slowest person in the team. Even if various blessing magics are added in advance, their speed is still not very fast. The God of Poison and others approached, and it looked as if they were run away by the people of the Thousand Poison Gates.

The elites of the Faculty of Immortals are just ordinary people who have practiced for three months, half of them are women. In the sky, they have no place to hide, and many people simply closed their eyes ...

The elite groups mirrored had no feelings and still maintained a neat formation.

Masters like Zeng Shuchang and You Ji looked cautiously, and they were ready to fight.

They are masters and teachers of Xian Academy, and they should shoulder the responsibility of taking care of students.

However, their magic weapon was damaged by the **** amnesiac.

At present, they are all mass-produced weapons built by ordinary craftsmen. Their combat power is directly damaged by half, but they are still ready for deadly battle.

The enemies are surrounded, Li Xiaobai is covered with iron and can hit a few nails. The fairy college is everyone's.

"There are mirrored teammates on the outermost side, with your dean, division head, and powerful Li Xiaobai in front. Everyone is guarding you. Even if the enemy is no match, we are the first to die. What are you afraid of? I ca n’t get through the difficulties, so I do n’t need to practice. I listen to my orders, all the formations are the units, open my eyes, pick up the bows and arrows in your hands, and prepare to defend the enemy. " Confidence.

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on the ground.

Qingyunmen, Tianyin Temple, Guiwangzong, Hehuan School, and Changshengtang are intently paying attention to the battle in the sky.

Unmoved.

Even the demons in the same cult who had the same spirit with Wandumen saw Wandumen's misfortune, and they neither helped nor fell down.

After the ghost king's ambitions were exposed, the factions did not even bother to do the apparent work.

They even hope to use Wandumen to test out the true details of the Shushan School.

Although Li Xiaobai's doomsday trial stunned everyone, they are very disappointed with the Shushan Immortal Academy until the battle is going on.

The strength of the Shushan faction now shows that it is totally unworthy of his arrogant behavior in the world.

Now, everyone is watching and waiting for the Shushan School.

Can explore the secrets of all factions, everyone does not believe that there is only one Li Xiaobai and Feng Lin.

If the Shushan faction had only this ability, Li Xiaobai would have died miserably.

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Shushan Xian Academy still has no dazzling performance, but the imposing menacing door quickly opened the eyes of everyone watching the battle.

Looking at the poison gods and others, they flew into the sky and showed their magical powers. The fierce gods and evil spirits generally flew to the trembling, like the quail-like elite college elite group.

But I haven't waited for the two sides to approach.

The masters on Wandumen came out first.

The old poison god, who was burned in black, just pulled out a small jade bottle and pulled out the stopper. A blue powder was like a horse, and he was driven to fly to the Shushan elite group. The group of poisonous powder had just flown three feet out of the mouth of the bottle, and the magic weapon flying knife under his foot suddenly rose into the sky, whirling wildly with the poison **** in the sky.

The poison powder that just flew out of the bottle suddenly lost control and was swayed in the air indiscriminately, most of them actually contaminated the body of the Wandumen disciples flying behind.

Toxic powder refined by Poison God is not trivial.

In a blink of an eye, the disciples of Wandumen were overturned by the poison powder of their patriarch.

Screaming one by one fell from the air, fell to the ground, and fell into a thin pus blood, and the pus blood spattered, and even the turf trees on the ground were corroded.

Fortunately, the Wandumen disciples who had escaped the poison powder also had their own situations. Some of the magic weapons of the envoy moved forward, some backward, and some turned over in the air, turning the master's head down; even more The magic weapon exploded in the air, and the owner of the magic weapon that had just flown spurted a sip of blood, screaming that it was planted from a height of hundreds of meters, and it seemed that it was not alive.

It is different from the fairy sword of Qingyun Gate.

The magic weapons of demon disciples mostly use the method of blood refining. The magic weapon is connected with the mind. Although it is easier to control, once the magic weapon is damaged, the holder of the magic weapon must be very hurt and seriously injured.

It's okay if they don't fly. Once they fly, Li Mu's skills are out of control, which is simply their nemesis.

The skull of the blood-sucking demon also exploded in two. He spit out two bloods in succession, and looked at Li Xiaobai's expression with horror. What he practiced was the technique of "five ghosts and imperial spirits", which was refined with his own spirit. The five "life ghosts" were used as intermediaries to forcibly arrest all the ghosts of the dead within a ten-mile radius, and turn them into ghosts that greedy the flesh and blood.

Since he practiced this technique, I do n’t know how many masters of the right path have been damaged in his hands, and there is almost no defeat. I did n’t expect that today, the life ghost exploded two times in succession, causing his heart to hit hard, and how did he even shoot Did not see ...

Under the prestigious name, Li Xiaobai, who can stir the world, is not an easy generation. He glanced at it still tumbling in the air, even the rags and shirts covering his body were thrown away, the embarrassing sovereign **** of poison, the blood-sucking demon. There was a trace of regret in his eyes, and he shouldn't be so impulsive.

Resisting the turbulent blood in his heart, the poison **** drove the controllable ghost to the elite group, and then ran out of internal force. He shouted below: "Ghost King, Yuyangzi, do you want to continue to watch the drama? Li Xiaobai The spells are weird. If you do n’t work together to get rid of them, the Thousand Poison Doors at this moment will be your end in a while. "