I really want to be a cook

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Jiang Ping roared, and then shouted to the sky:

"Old tortoise, give me [-] breaths of time to fully support, after which I will give you back your freedom, and I will also find you an inheritor of the amazing martial sage!"

boom!

All of a sudden, the golden light shone brightly, and the dazzling light made it hard to see what was going on inside, but a weak and deadly aura suddenly became stronger.

At the same time, a huge invisible vortex appeared above the golden light, continuously devouring a mysterious energy in the void.

This is called talent swallowing spirit!

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Seeing Jing Hongdun suddenly seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, absorbing all the attacks, and at the same time shining golden light, people could not see what was going on inside.

And that sense of danger that hangs over like a dark cloud.

All the orthodox masters who wanted to grind Jiang Ping and Qiye to death with such soft knives suddenly had a warning in their hearts.

Intuition tells them that if they don't do something quickly at this time, there is a high probability that they will encounter some things they don't want to face.

"Do your best!"

An old man with long gray hair danced wildly with long hair all over his head, and a spear in his hand danced like a silver snake, showing madness.

Behind him is a huge phantom of a phoenix, surrounded by a hundred birds.

A hundred birds face the phoenix!

As soon as the shot was fired, the phoenix roared loudly, spread its wings and swooped down, and the flames rose up, burning the void.

The king of the birds is showing his majesty at this moment.

At the same time, the old man spurted a mouthful of blood into the sky, and the blood rained down on the ground.

The successive battles had brought him to the limit, and Jiang Ping's toughness was even more astonishing. He only had a moment to breathe, which was not enough for him to recover from his injuries.

At this moment, he was forced to exercise his skills and released a big move, directly causing him more injuries.

With this mouthful of blood, he will lose at least ten years of life.

But even so, what was more in his eyes was not anger and sadness, but a kind of wordless fear.

Because they are too familiar with that aura.

Just now, they had fought against him, and tried all their means and thoughts but failed to kill him. In the end, he was not afraid of Tianwei and swung his sword towards the sky, and he was defeated on the spot.

So to be precise, what defeated him was not the joint efforts of these great masters, but God.

It was Tianwei who defeated manpower.

But if he is allowed to recover, then with their current state

The gray-haired old man didn't dare to think about it.

At that time, they are afraid that they can only die in martyrdom, and they are doomed to the general trend of martial arts where the demons will rise and the Tao will disappear. The world will be doomed to be ruled by the demons in the next hundred years.

"kill!"

The questions that the gray-haired old man can think of, others can naturally think of.

So at this time, even if the strength in their bodies has been squeezed to the limit, it is impossible for them to shrink back.

Even burning their lives won't make them succeed.

So how did they deal the final blow to Qiye just now, and Jing Hongdun also enjoyed it at this moment.

Boom!

A huge roar sounded in midair.

The Jinghong Shield, which was able to support a golden light curtain just now, shrank directly into a small golden ball at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, Jing Hongdun reached the limit state.

You can even vaguely see two figures embracing each other in the golden ball.

That feeling is that if you move forward an inch, the people inside will be able to enjoy the enthusiasm of dozens of great masters in an instant.

And the [-] breaths of time that Li Jiangping was about to be blocked by Jing Hongdun, but only one breath passed.

hold head high! ! !

Above the golden light ball, the soul of the Xuanwu soldier shrunk down, but its voice was even louder.

There was a whimper that didn't know whether to call it pain or cry.

Turtle-like scales appeared around the golden light ball.

These tortoise shells are connected piece by piece, directly wrapping the golden light ball into the shape of a scale shell turtle egg.

Bang bang bang! ! !

One after another, the big moves hit the scaled turtle egg, making a muffled sound, and then saw cracks on the scaled shell began to appear, as if it would burst open at any time.

But at this time, the Xuanwu soldier soul will let out a whine, and a golden light will flash on its body.

The cracks exposed on the scale turtle eggs will also heal quickly.

At the same time, the figure of Xuanwu Soldier Soul will become more illusory.

No matter how you say it, it is also a magical weapon, and ordinary people can run rampant in the world with it.

Not to mention, if Jiang Ping is willing to merge with it and accept the inheritance of Martial Saint Jinghong.

Anyone present counts as one, and whoever can break its tortoise shell will stop being a tortoise on the spot.

It's a pity that Jiang Ping doesn't care about these things at all, so Jing Hongdun has been in a very awkward state, and can only appear occasionally as a tool turtle.

Therefore, in the face of Jiang Ping's promise, Xuanwu Binghun was fighting for his life.

Its owner Jinghong Wusheng kept it until now, not to make it play as a pet turtle to make people happy, but because it has an important mission.

It's a pity that it met Jiang Ping, a weirdo who didn't take magic soldiers seriously, so that its mission ended before it even started.

If the opportunity were to leave Jiang Ping's hands now and start its mission again, it would naturally die.

As for why it didn't wait until Jiang Ping was beaten to death, and then it was freed easily.

Naturally, Jiang Ping didn't give it this chance from the very beginning, and Jiang Ping left a mark in the depths of its soul long ago after all the hard work.

When Jiang Ping dies, it will also have to be damaged along with its soul, and it will fall silent, and it will have to wait a hundred or eighty years before it can be reborn.

By that time, the day lilies were cold.

Therefore, it would rather fight for a serious injury to its vitality and damage its original source, and it has to persist in these thirty breaths.

Facing the violent bombardment by many great masters, golden light flashed on Xuanwu Binghun's body. In the end, not only did its body become illusory, but its body became smaller several times.

But in this round of ult bombardment.

Three breaths have passed!

Ten breaths have passed!

Fifteen breaths have passed!

It often seems to have reached the limit, but the Xuanwu soldier soul can always squeeze out his own potential, and he clenched his teeth and persisted.

Until the No.20 breath.

The Xuanwu soldier soul finally couldn't take it anymore, the tortoise shell-shaped scales cracked inch by inch, and the golden light ball exploded directly, revealing the figure inside.

And it also turned into a small turtle the size of a thumb and fell down.

The Jinghong shield that turned into a tapered long sword also fell from the sky. The originally shining golden soldier was now full of defeat, and the shield was even more cracked.

It looks like it can be broken into more than 120 petals even if it is bumped casually, the kind that can't be put together.

click.

The shocking shield fell to the ground, and the divine weapon that should have been contested by tens of thousands of people was like a stone that could be seen everywhere, and no one noticed.

And the soul of the Xuanwu soldier was caught by a withered palm.

A young man with gray and long hair, a face full of anger, and sunken cheeks followed the little one, and said softly:

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Fortunately, my son is smart, and I have doubled the time to talk, otherwise I really wouldn't see that you have these cards hidden. Hehe"

The young man let out a feeble laugh.

The Xuanwu soldier soul was already extremely weak, but at this moment when he heard the young man's triumphant laughter, he was filled with grief and indignation. One couldn't bear it, so he slapped, straightened his limbs, and lay dead on his palm.

The young man didn't take it seriously, and took him into his arms casually.

At this time, he didn't dare to put Jing Hongdun into his body to nourish it.

Otherwise, if two guys with a weak body meet, it will be hard to tell who sucks whom.

And young people don't need to guess too much, it is naturally the Jiang Ping who was still in his prime and handsome just now.

At this moment, he is like a ghost who has been hungry for more than ten years. His whole body is so thin that only a layer of flesh is left, clinging to the bones, with sharp edges and corners, making him look a little hideous and terrifying.

And Qiye, who was protected by him just now, has already recovered, and his condition is even better than before.

His whole body was full of energy and blood, like a little sun. His bare upper body was also of a standard figure, and his muscles were also sharp-edged, smooth and tight, full of a sense of strength, which made people move their index fingers.

There is still a little bit of a serious injury just now, dying, and the appearance of being roasted by the power of thunder.

Even the power of thunder that was raging in his body was recovered by him, and at this moment it turned into a small lightning symbol and was engraved on the palm of his hand.

"How about it?"

With one hand on Qiye's shoulder, Jiang Ping never felt so vain, even saying a word would cost him half his life.

"Better than ever."

Qiye supported Jiang Ping with one hand, and the other hand danced with lightning, turning into a black thunder, full of a sense of destruction.

"Then I'll beat them up!"

Jiang Ping said angrily.

Someone must pay for his half life!

"it is good!"

Qiye's whole body was full of true energy, and a huge wave of air centered on him, rolling out layer by layer.

Bang lang lang! ! !

Everyone felt the weapons vibrating in their hands, as if they saw something that frightened them.

When they took a closer look, the center that was still turbulent just now suddenly calmed down, and the turmoil dissipated. An indifferent young man stood with a sword in his hand.

His indifferent eyes looked at everyone, and a murderous intent flashed through them:

"It's me again!"

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Looking at Qiye who was full of vitality and killing intent, everyone couldn't help feeling teeth ache and discouraged, and felt that the dark clouds above their heads were about to cover their heads in an instant.

After working for a long time, why can't this thing be killed?

They paid so much, and so many people died, and in the end they watched the other party act fiercely in front of them, but they were powerless.

Could this be the so-called Dao One Foot Demon, one foot tall?

Some great masters of the righteous path felt hopeless.

There are also some great masters of Momen who are in the same mood.

They just watched the Seven Nights Demon Lord's call for help, and even prevented others from going to the rescue.

Their actions amounted to a kind of betrayal.

Although the matter of Tianzhu Mountain was initiated by Qiye.

But who made them unable to fight Qiye, and it was foreseeable that not only now, but in the future they would be even more unable to fight.

Among demons, the strong is king.