"Yeah, yeah! I almost choked you to death! Are you okay, boss!" Chilu quickly let go of his hand and rubbed Fanyin's back. Fanyin rolled his eyes and was too lazy to answer him. "Boss! What was that move you just made?

Spiritual magic! It’s so awesome!”

"Be careful!" Chilu was mid-sentence when Fanyin suddenly shouted. Dozens of dark spiritual powers were seen rushing towards the ice. "Shrink the defensive shield! Go to the top!"

Ku Shu led the soldiers and immediately narrowed the defense range. Just when a dozen of them had just fully propped up the defensive shields above their heads, a burst of spiritual power came down. The ten layers of defensive shields immediately penetrated with one blow.

"Retreat! Find cover!" Chilu shouted loudly. He picked up Fanyin with one arm and ran towards the stone cliff rising from the lake not far away. After withstanding seven or eight attacks, his Humen shield was completely shattered.

.At this time, all the soldiers on the ice field had withdrawn behind the bunker. Some of them had no time to escape, so they jumped directly into the deep holes dug on the ice and started to collect them.

"Crap! Useless things!" The Spirit Master looked up to the sky and roared, "I'll leave you useless! Just use them all for me!" Dongling's reinforcements have arrived, and the Spirit Master's plan to break the city fell short. Countless ghost statues were retrieved from hell.

The innocent souls who came here were all sucked into the sky like dumb fire. The soldiers on the lake looked at this horrific scene, thinking that they were already in purgatory, waiting for the ninth reincarnation. The sky was densely covered with black spirits, and it looked like there was no chance of survival. The battlefield

There is no more spirit on earth.

As the spiritual power around Muren of the Northern Tang Dynasty became stronger and stronger, dozens of Yao Bai Ling beams swirled in the sky like a huge whirlwind, attacking Yasin. I saw the spiritual master's Ye Mi Shang wrapping him tighter and tighter,

It was now as big as a baby, with only a pair of dirty pupils left to wander around. Suddenly, Ye Mi Shang transformed into a swaddled baby Ya Xin, grinning widely.

"No!" Beitang Muren said. Ye Mishang's parcels began to move more and more fiercely. Beitang Muren could not give Yaxin another chance to make a comeback. He blocked his chest with both arms and punched his heart. In an instant,

Vast spiritual power rushed out from the hands of Muren of the Northern Tang Dynasty like a red dragon, catching the light of the rising sun, covering the turbid air of the heaven and earth, and filling the sky with red. It swirled in the sky.

"Huan Burial!" Mu Cang suddenly said in shock, "General!"

"What Huan Burial?" Fanyin asked loudly after seeing Mu Cang's excited reaction from a distance.

"The Lord is about to kill himself! Die with the Spirit Master!" Mucang yelled. He wanted to stop him, but he couldn't get even half a step away from the shelter. The wind and waves were terrifying, and the sky and the earth were spinning. The ice surface of Jingyue Lake began to hunt.

Loud, as crisp as a piece of taut white paper.

Fanyin looked towards the sky anxiously, and saw the general's spiritual power pouring out from his heart continuously, getting stronger and stronger. In an instant, the entire sky was filled with blood.

"Huan Burial!" Fanyin said in a daze.

Different from Spiritual Mourning, Huanmian uses the power of one's heart and soul to forcibly stimulate the spiritual power to reach its peak state when the body is in good condition, even at its peak, and attack the opponent in one fell swoop. It is one of the most powerful spiritual attacks for psykers.

1. People who possess this spiritual method must also be people with peak spiritual power.

Beitang Muren kept on attacking, attacking the Spirit Master with all his strength. The Spirit Master resisted and didn't take it seriously. But gradually, the Spirit Master discovered that Beitang Muren's burial power continued to attack for a long time, which was not what he originally expected.

Taishu Xuan and Fifth Xiaoyao died in the hands of Yaxin one after another. Neither of them was a kind person, but in terms of strong and lasting spiritual power, Yaxin had never seen him before meeting Beitang Muren.

"If this continues, my soul will not be protected!" the spirit master said in horror, "Forcing Beitang Muren to death is the goal, there is no need for me to use my soul power!" Just as Fanyin said when confronting him, the battle with Fifth Xiaoyao

, the spirit master was arrogant and underestimated the enemy. When Fifth Xiaoyao died together with him in the end, the spirit master could not escape, his spiritual power was greatly damaged, and he retreated seriously injured.

Ye Mishang suddenly waved his hand, wanting to lead the spirit master to retreat into the wilderness.

"I want to leave! It's not that easy!" Beitang Muren shouted in the air. The red dragon-like spiritual power turned around and blocked all the spirit master's escape routes. The spirit master was imprisoned here. When he saw this, he shrank into a ball and only

The fake face with loose skin was disgusting, turning in the night clothes, staring at Beitang Muren sinisterly.

As time went by, Northern Tang Dynasty Mu Ren could not attack for a long time.

"The general needs a gap!" Mu Cang shouted loudly, "Everyone listens to the order and fires the spiritual arrows!" The defense of the spiritual master Ye Mishang is too solid, and Northern Tang Muren cannot break through. If this continues, Northern Tang Muren will run out of spirit and die.

The spirit master is still alive and well.

Countless spiritual arrows were shot into the sky, but before they could get close to the two of them, all the spiritual arrows were gone.

Fanyin was anxious, but could do nothing. She looked at the two people confronting each other in the sky, and said unconsciously: "Dad..." Suddenly, Fanyin was shocked and looked intently at the sky. She saw the wrinkles on the face of the spirit master.

It started to lift up little by little. Under the dirty eye sockets, Fanyin saw a hint of déjà vu, "Afraid...he is afraid."

"Who?" Chi Lu asked from the side.

"Spiritual Master!" Fanyin said with sharp eyes. After a moment, she said, "Chilu, do me a favor."

Chilu looked at Fanyin and was silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Fanyin turned around and asked.

"What are you going to do?" Chi Lu said.

Fanyin looked at him and said, "Chilu, I'm satisfied." A sweet smile of relief hung on the corner of Fanyin's lips. She felt that in the five years since she left her parents, she had never been as relaxed and relieved as she is now.

"I'll go for you." Chi Lu's voice became deeper and deeper, so low that he couldn't even hear it. Falling into his heart, he just felt sad.

Fanyin's smile became even sweeter: "You can't take my place." "Hurry up, gentlemen, don't say goodbye to me! Your voice is so strong!" As he said that, Fanyin patted Chilu's generous shoulder.

Chilu suddenly looked at the Sanskrit sounds and said foolishly: "Did you hear it?"

Fanyin looked at Chilu with a smile, his eyes bright: "I heard you, fool. Hurry up, everyone can't stand it anymore!" Fanyin ordered the last sentence loudly.

The next moment, Chilu's eyes were sore and red. He held Fanyin's feet with both hands. He gathered his spiritual power in his palms and exerted all his strength to throw Fanyin into the sky. Fanyin was like a silver meteor, with his whole body covered with frost and his hair like silver threads.

, heading straight towards the Spirit Lord.

The dirty figure wrapped in Ye Mi Shang, who was constantly paying attention to what was going on outside, suddenly twisted, and a wisp of filth was thrown towards Fanyin. Fanyin spread his arms, and opened his fingers flexibly, looking at the spiritual master with disdain. His thin lips parted slightly.

: "Go to hell! You bastard!"

The Spirit Master suddenly rushed out of Ye Mishang, opened his arms and attacked Fanyin angrily. Thousands of black thorns attacked Fanyin in an instant. Fanyin looked at the Spirit Master and raised the corner of his mouth.

"It's broken! I've been fooled!" Just when the spirit master was regretting, the space in front of him had opened. Northern Tang Muren's red dragon spiritual power rushed towards the open door of the spirit master Yaxin.

A horrifying and deformed scream suddenly penetrated the heaven and the earth. In an instant, the spirit master Yaxin's ghost form disappeared, split and died. Countless black thorns rained down from the sky. Northern Tang Muren wanted to rescue Fanyin, but he was unable to do so.

The sound of Sanskrit fell between heaven and earth, and her mind was desolate. After all, the people she cared about in this world were gone, and the people she cared about in this world were finally safe. Her face was cold and carefree. Seeing the thousands of black thorns arriving,

She only felt free for the rest of her life.

Suddenly, Fanyin's heart felt sour, and she felt a sense of sadness. She was confused, holding a petal in her hand, and whispered softly: "Beiming."

Just listen to the words in the letter card, whispering here and ringing softly there.
Chapter completed!