Puff puff puff!

The black mist dragons are like lingering snow that encounters the scorching sun. They are evaporated as soon as they appear and dissipate into nothingness.

This immediately aroused the Yin Yang Martial Spirit's competitive spirit. He wanted to see how many times the Water Martial Spirit could perform the secret technique.

It has to be said that Shui Wuhun is also a good actor. In order to avoid arousing the suspicion of Yin Yang Wuhun and buy more time for Ding Ning, he also worked hard in acting.

He had no consumption at all, so he had to pretend to be weak and pale, which made the upright Jin Wuhun send messages repeatedly, asking him with concern how he was doing? Do you need to replace him?

Shui Wuhun couldn't laugh or cry, but he knew that Jin Wuhun was not good at acting, so he was afraid that the Yin Yang Wuhun would see his flaws, so he could only hide it from him and told him that he could still hold on now, but if he couldn't, he would be replaced and Jin Wuhun would be replaced.

The soul is secretly worried.

The other martial souls suppressed their laughter and glanced at Jin Wuhun strangely, leaving him confused as to what they meant.

In fact, he also felt that something was wrong. He was obviously very relaxed. He didn't have to do anything except maintain the cycle of the five elements. He was so idle that his whole body was almost moldy. Why did the water martial spirit smell like it was about to die?

So depressed?

However, even though he was puzzled, due to his absolute trust in his companions, he didn't think much about it. He just silently made preparations and would immediately make up for it once the water martial soul failed.

As time passed by, the fog dragon was born quickly, but it dissipated even faster, as if the area covered by the Five Elements Formation was a dead end, making Yin Yang Wuhun's face so gloomy that water could drip from his face.

He didn't care about this waste, what he cared about was his face. He had been brazenly saying that the opponent's water dragon only had its form but not its spirit, but he was slapped in the face in the blink of an eye.

His Mist Dragon, which was both physical and spiritual, was just something that could be destroyed easily in the eyes of others, which made his face feel so hot that he almost suffered internal injuries.

Several times he wanted to change his fighting style, but when he saw Shui Wuhun's increasingly pale face, he felt that if he persisted, Shui Wuhun might not be able to hold on anymore.

Get up from where you fell. This is the only way he can save his face now.

Shui Wuhun's excellent singing and composition, coupled with his angry mentality, turned what should have been a one-sided battle into a protracted battle, buying Ding Ning precious time.

Time passed by, and the black mist dragons were still rising up in an endless stream, and the front of the Five Elements Formation was still a dead end. As long as the mist dragons approached, they would dissipate instantly.

This made Yin Yang Wuhun vaguely feel that something was wrong. Shui Wuhun had turned pale and lifeless a long time ago, his breath was frighteningly weak, and he looked like he would collapse at any time.

But after such a long time, Shui Wuhun's face is still so pale, his aura is still so sluggish, and he looks shaky, but he is still standing.

"MD, I was fooled."

The Yin Yang Martial Spirit became suspicious, and then realized that the other Martial Spirits were neither blushing nor panting, and looked like old gods were present. He suddenly realized that they had been deceived, and they were stalling for time.

But, what are they delaying for? It’s useless no matter how long they delay. Sooner or later they will have to be taken down by themselves. Is it possible that they are still waiting for some miracle to happen?

This puzzled Yin Yang Wuhun, but he didn't take it seriously and just thought that they were just hanging on.

Continuously gathering fog dragons, and then being continuously destroyed, Yin Yang Wuhun suddenly felt that this seemed quite silly.

They were just a few martial souls. As long as he showed his true strength, he could deal with them casually. Unexpectedly, he wasted such a long time on them. It was simply stupid.

The Yin Yang martial arts spirit was angry after realizing that he had been deceived.

, stopped the action of condensing the fog dragon, took a deep breath, stared at Shui Wuhun with a ferocious face and sneered: "Okay, very good, it seems that you are treating me as a fool."

"It's not too stupid. I finally came to my senses. To be honest, acting is really a technical job and I'm really exhausted."

Shui Wuhun knew that he had seen through it, so he no longer tried to hide anything, his face quickly returned to rosy, and he said with a complaint.

It was not tiring to drain the water molecules in the air, nor was it tiring to maintain the operation of the Five Elements Array, but it was quite tiring to pretend to look pale all the time.

Jin Wuhun looked confused, what is going on? Acting?

The other martial souls all had smiles on their lips. Even though this would anger the Yin Yang martial soul and they would bear his stormy anger, they felt comfortable in their hearts when they looked at his expression of constipation as if he had eaten a fly.

"Okay, very good, you succeeded in irritating me."

Yin Yang Wuhun's face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Then, you must be prepared to face my anger."

“Always waiting!”

Shui Wuhun said neither humble nor arrogantly, with a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

The other martial souls also became serious, knowing that the next battle would not be easy, and they would lose their souls if they failed, but they would never back down.

Just like Ding Ning's promise to them, he would never abandon them again, and all they could repay was to never abandon them and fight to the death.

"Let's all die!"

The Yin Yang Martial Spirit was filled with rage, and he stretched out his hand to grab the air, and a strange and shining weapon appeared in his hand.

Shui Wuhun's heart sank instantly, Liu Guang, he didn't expect that after he completely fused with the main soul, he would be able to use Liu Guang.

That is an immortal weapon that even the gods covet. Even in the Origin Realm, immortal weapons are extremely rare. Especially this kind of immortal weapon that can be warmed in the sea of ​​consciousness. It is probably countless times more powerful than ordinary immortal weapons.

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Yin Yang Wuhun stared at the flowing light in his hand with hot eyes, put on a pose that showed only the side of his face, and said in a condescending tone: "You can be the first to die under my immortal weapon.

It’s your honor.”

A dreamlike glow flashed, and Mu Wuhun suddenly let out a shrill scream. The soul's light dimmed instantly, and the whole person fell to the ground exhausted, and the Five Elements Formation collapsed without any attack.

The scene fell into deathly silence, and the martial spirits could not help but show fear and despair in their eyes.

The speed of the stream of light was so fast that people could not see its trajectory clearly, as if the distance did not exist at all. With just a flash of light, Mu Wuhun was severely damaged. The Five Elements Formation they relied on to contend with it

It was also broken instantly.

They believed that if the Yin Yang Martial Spirit hadn't kept the Wood Martial Spirit still useful, he would have died by now.

The Yin Yang Martial Spirit, which was already unmatched, now has a terrifying fairy weapon like Liu Guang in its hands. What else can they use to compete?

At this moment, even Shui Wuhun lost confidence, his eyes dimmed, he sighed softly, and closed his eyes in despair.

Even if Ding Ning regains his memory and finds the trump card that he still doesn't know exists, it is impossible to defeat such a powerful Yin Yang martial spirit.

"Hahaha, I, Anze, have such an immortal weapon in my hand. As long as I can reach the top with time, who will be my opponent?"

Yin Yang Wuhun didn't seem to expect Liu Guang to be so sharp, and he was immediately ecstatic, with blazing flames burning in his eyes, and laughed happily.

Although they couldn't bear to see Anze's triumphant appearance as a villain, the martial souls had to admit that what Anze said was true.

If he really swallows the martial soul, becomes a psychic Taoist fetus and is reincarnated, he will be reincarnated as a psychic Taoist fetus.

With his qualifications, given time, he will definitely be able to reach the top. Coupled with the terrifying light, it will be like adding more wings to a tiger. From now on, it will be difficult to resist anyone in the world.

"Surrender or die!"

Anze's heart was filled with joy, and he asked again with a joking face.

Of course, the surrender he was talking about did not allow the martial spirits to retain their spirituality. It was no different from death.

"Submit your grandma's legs and kill me if you have the guts."

Jin Wuhun's upright temper rose again, and he glared at Anze.

Whoosh!

The colorful rays of light flashed by, and Jin Wuhun screamed, grabbing the arm that was cut off by the stream of light, his breath quickly began to wane, and his face turned ugly.

Although Wuhun can regenerate after his limbs are cut off, the loss of soul power puts him in a weak state. The most important thing is that if the Wuhun is seriously injured, his spirit will gradually be wiped out, causing them to eventually become unconscious.

pure soul body.

"Anyone who dares to speak rudely again will be killed!"

Anze has never been so majestic in his life, and he said proudly.

As one of the heirs of the family, his poor cultivation aptitude was his biggest shortcoming. Growing up, he received countless looks and cold words because of this, and was also secretly bullied by brothers from other houses.

If he hadn't claimed the title of being the son of the main wife, he would have been ruthlessly deprived of his qualifications as an heir.

That's why when he learned that his family had accidentally discovered an unexplored dimension, he took the initiative to beg his father to let him come. He wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to reincarnate and improve his qualifications to change his destiny.

Seeing the sullen expressions of the martial souls who dared not speak out, Anze's twisted mentality of being bullied since childhood was immediately greatly satisfied. He looked around majestically, and finally his eyes rested on the expressionless Shui Wuhun.

On his face: "I know you are their backbone, and what I promised you is still valid. When I return to the source world, I will let you go. Shouldn't I reciprocate the favor and be the first to express my position?"

"Take a stand? Of course!"

Shui Wuhun looked at him slowly, his eyes were calm and there was no wave in his eyes.

"Very well, those who understand current affairs are heroes. I don't care what kind of power and background you have behind you, but here, I am the king..."

While Anze was talking proudly in the spring breeze, he was suddenly interrupted by a clear voice: "The king of bastards?"

"You...who are you? Are you also a martial spirit?"

Anze's face changed drastically, he turned to look at the calm-looking Starlight Martial Spirit who came out of nowhere, his pupils shrank violently into glows, and he said in disbelief.

Although the martial spirits knew that even if Ding Ning regained his memory, it would be difficult to deal with Anze, but for some reason, when they saw him appearing, all the martial spirits seemed to have found their backbone and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that in their subconscious, Ding Ning is their support and a safe haven that can give them a sense of security.

Ding Ning curled his lips and said with a sneer on his face: "I won't bother you, but if you took my things, shouldn't you give them back to me?"

"Shall I take your things?"

Anze was stunned for a moment, watching his gaze linger on the streamer in his hand, and then he suddenly understood. A cold look flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing loudly, and said with a face full of joking: "Your thing

?Haha, but it is mine now, no one can take it away from me."

"Ding Ning, have you recovered your memory? Be careful. That stream of light is an immortal weapon. It's so fast that no one can react at all."
Chapter completed!