MTL - A Demon’s Path-Chapter 881 Heavenly **** magic

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The gods of the heavens and gods are very famous. The people of the four great families have heard of the names of such papers.

According to legend, the soul-soul masters of the ancient times fought against the monsters. This kind of symbol was once widely used, and it was very powerful and powerful.

At that time, the ancient gods were still there, and the Heavenly Gods and Devils were the chain soul teachers taught by the ancient gods to the Three Realms.

Since the disappearance of the magical object and the ancient gods, the method of making this type of paper has disappeared.

Unexpectedly, there is such a method of making this type of paper in Ling Tiantian.

“Is it difficult to make such a paper?” Some people can’t help but worry about the fame of the gods.

“It’s not difficult.” Nalan Hanxue smiled thoughtfully: “Just, it takes a lot of things.”

It is not difficult to hear that everyone has let go of their minds and consume things. Their four great families are still afraid of not being able to withstand consumption.

With good ideas, everyone began to make ways to the 18 masters.

When they heard the materials needed to make this kind of paper, the people of the four great families began to cry and sorrow, and they could not wait for their own wealth.

Every time you make a Tiandao magic magic paper, you need ten amethysts, plus a large bowl of three-string purple strength above the soul of the chain soul teacher.

The so-called fine, naturally, is to turn the blood and energy of the body into a fine force, the energy is too illusory, not suitable for the symbol, the fresh blood is just right.

It takes ten amethysts to be very distressed. After all, it is a thing outside the body. However, a large bowl of blood, a chain soul teacher can only release five bowls of blood at a time, but it is directly extracted from the body.

It hurts and hurts, it hurts to the extreme.

However, if you can eliminate those monsters, it will hurt if you hurt.

At the thought of the terrible monster, the people of the four great families bite their teeth and bleed the chain soul masters of more than three purple-level strengths in their family.

The blood of a large tank of a large tank is placed in front of the soul-stricken chain soul masters of each family, and there are numerous sparkling amethysts in front of them.

If you see the greed of greed, you will definitely be coveted.

"Okay, let's follow us to paint." The celestial celestial beings and the four deities of the gods and four gods are standing in front of tens of thousands of gods and souls, teaching them to paint the heavenly demon. .

"Oh,."

A black smoke rose, and the paper of a fine chain soul teacher's pen burned to ashes.

boom,.

At the time of the closing of the pen, another elite chain soul teacher failed to seal the power of this heaven, and the paper broke directly, and even the people flew.

The people of the various families who watched the characters next to them shook their heads and sighed: the gods of the gods, the paintings are not good, the materials are not good, and they have to be skillful.

A few days later, at the cost of wasting countless materials, all the "students" finally learned to paint the magic of the heavens.

"Okay, now let's try the power of this heavenly magical demon." After making the first batch of 100,000 pieces of the gods and gods, the elite souls of the souls are fascinating and can't wait to experiment. The power of this kind of paper.

As a result, 100,000 fighters were selected, each holding a heavenly demon symbol and rushing into a large group of monsters.

Although this method is rumored by the demise of the sky, Canaan Han Xue is still somewhat worried, so the old man is not reliable.

In case the power of these papers is not good, it is not only a big problem, but the most serious result is that everyone will lose confidence in the alliance.

It’s not that Nalan’s cold snow letter is too ruined, but she said before she came to the scene that this method of drawing paper is not a true heavenly magical dew painting.

The real heaven and the **** magic devil paper, Ling Huantian does not know how to draw, he let the 18 people teach the method of the characters of the people, but when he was bored in the soul world, he discovered through the power of heaven. The traces of heaven are invented by imitation of the traces of heaven.

In other words, these paper tubes are still unknown now.

In the words that are very popular in a different world, Ling Tiantian Tiandao God Magic Symbol, who knows who.

The warriors who were selected were the fighters who had seen the power of 18 people last time, so they were very confident in the paper.

If you change to other people who have not seen the power of the 18 people, it is estimated that when they hold the paper, the hand does not know what it will look like.

"Haha... food..."

When the monsters saw the soldiers in the city, they all rushed out and danced, excitedly rushing toward the 100,000 soldiers.

"Throw." As the distance between the two sides approached, the soldiers of the 100,000-day Soul Alliance rushed out of the heavenly demon.

Whirring whirring……

A white light flew toward the monsters, such as the bones of the bones, and quickly penetrated into the monsters.

The soldiers were full of confidence. They thought that the papers were out, and the monsters immediately vanished. But I didn’t expect that the papers were finished, and the monsters were intact and nothing happened.

"Ah." The soldiers were dumbfounded, standing there one by one, feeling overwhelmed.

Nalan Han Xue was stunned, and the people of the various families of the Soul Alliance were also dumbfounded.

It took such a large price and it took so much time to create 100,000 pieces of waste paper. As a result, no matter who is vomiting blood, blood is dead.

"Damn, this paper is useless." The people of the four great families are all red eyes, just want to kill.

Instead, Nalan Han Xue reacted quickly, and immediately shouted to the 100,000 soldiers with a horn: "Come back."

The blinded soldiers reacted, but the monsters had already rushed to their eyes, waving their terrible claws and grabbing them.

"Damn, even death is so suffocating." The soldiers who were too late to escape were hateful, but they could only helplessly close their eyes and wait for the coming of death.

They know that once they are within one meter of these monsters, there is basically no possibility of survival.

Oh...

Suddenly they heard a humming sound in the ears of these closed-eyed warriors. They curiously opened their eyes and found white light in front of them, so that they could not see anything in front of them.

"This is..." The people of the Soul Alliance also stunned. They looked at the bright white light in front of them, and the monsters that turned into countless dust in the light. They opened their mouths and couldn’t speak for a long time. .

For a long time, the white light gradually disappeared, and everyone saw the power of this white light.

Hundreds of thousands of monsters originally gathered outside the city, only a hundred thousand left in the blink of an eye.

The more than 100,000 surviving monsters knew the greatness of the paper, and they all tried to fight again.

"It's so strong." Looking at these undead monsters, they were turned into ashes under the attack of the paper, and everyone was slowed down for a long time, and they were surprised and happy.

In the past, there was no way to take these monsters. The four great families lost a lot of cities and people.

Now, it is time to fight back.

However, another problem has arisen.

The blood of the chain soul teacher is good to find, but the amethyst can not afford to consume.

"Everyone, let's make a good paper, don't take the initiative to fight, hold on to these cities now." Watching those people swing around, Nalan Hanxue knows their thoughts.

"You can't always go on like this." Some of these four great families lost their homes in this monster attack, and they were homeless and could only be sent to the fence.

Although they are all people of the same clan, that feeling is really bad.

People who have lost their territory are always thinking about regaining lost ground. When they see a chance, they can only hope to sigh, which makes them feel worried.

"Ling old man said, these monsters can not be killed, kill this batch, there will be a next batch, our spar is limited, can only be used as a defense, Murong Huatian must stay in God every day now The Tower of the Devil suppresses the taboo power, so these monsters are released to interfere with us. As long as we kill him, these monsters will naturally disappear."

Nalan Han Xue said very seriously: "So everyone must wait."

"Wait, when will it wait." The four great families were busy asking.

Nalan Han Xue looked at the south and looked blank: "At the latest twenty years, wait for the hateful little guy to come back."

The nasty little guy in Nalan’s cold mouth is naturally Ling Xiao.

At this time, Ling Xiao, who is sitting in the magical mountain range of the extreme south, sat quietly at the peak of his father's cultivation, and the breath of life was reduced to the extreme.

He had been sitting there for a few months, like a statue, letting the wind and the rain hit, and did not move.

The clothes on his body have been ruined, and they are even more ragged than the street tramps.

His hair is much longer, his beard is a lot longer, and the whole person is old and doesn't know how old.

The passing birds were tired, and occasionally they stopped on his head, taking his hair as a bird's nest and taking a rest for a night.

Those goshawks who are hungry will also treat Ling Xiao as a snack, and smash a piece of meat from him and eat a meal.

No matter what the situation, Ling Xiao still like a stone statue, sitting quietly cross-legged.

The cultivation of the demon spirit is so close to the nature and cruelty of heaven.

Day after day, year after year.

No matter how the world's wind and rain changes outside, the wind and the rain, Ling Xiao is sitting like this, sitting for five years.

"Boom." One day after five years, above the highest peak of the Devil's Mountain, a golden light rises up in the sky, squatting in the protection of the Devil's Mountain, and screaming at the whole soul. Swaying violently.

"What is going on." The people of Lingjia on the Devil's Mountain looked at the direction in which Ling Xiao was in amazement. As if they understood something, the surprise on each face quickly faded away and was replaced by an incomparable jump.

"It’s the success of Ling Xiao’s ancestors.” These people have young people, old people, and children. They look at the peak of Ling Xiao, and all of them are all kind of persistent fanaticism.