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The Lingxingjuelei was broken so easily, but neither Zheng Mancheng nor Zhan Ji looked very pretty. This finger ring is a high-quality magic weapon that Zheng Mancheng has been refining for hundreds of years and specially prepared to save the calamity. Now that it is used in advance, hundreds of years of work have been wasted and he has to start all over again.
But if this is not the case, if they are really hit by the Spiritual Death Thunder, a series of subsequent changes will completely knock them down. It is hard to say how many of them will be able to escape by then.
While Zheng Mancheng took advantage of the moment when he closed the electric light with his fingers, he finally looked back. Wan Mi was still running around with his head in his arms, which was annoying to see. In response, he waved his sleeves, and Wanmi seemed to be hit by a ghost. He turned around and ran back in a daze. Looking at the expressions of Zheng and Zhan, the blood on their faces had faded.
Zhanji has a bad temper and scolds you when he opens his mouth: “You loser, my teacher has made you lose all face!”
Unlike Zhan Ji’s rage, Zheng Mancheng seemed very considerate: “It’s not all his fault…it’s because he was infected by the devil.”
After listening to the first half of the sentence, Wan Mi nodded as if he had received an amnesty. The second half of the sentence hit him on the head, making him dizzy. When he woke up, Zheng Mancheng had stuffed something into his hand. But it is a bronze mirror.
Holding it with both hands, feeling its familiar format and weight, Wan Mi suddenly remembered something. The fear that exploded in his head instantly seemed to be injected with magma, boiling hot. In a trance, he only heard Zheng Mancheng say: ” If you want to atone for your sins, donate your essence and blood to use it!”
“Rare…”
Wan Mi screamed for mercy, but as soon as he uttered a word, Zheng Mancheng slapped him on the door. His already boiling brain suddenly swelled, and a huge amount of energy rolled back into his soul, and he threw it into the mirror. The copper in his hand Mirror Qingguang drama flourishes.
Wherever the light reaches, countless criss-crossing slender light filaments suddenly appear between the sea and the sky, densely packed like a spider web. As Zheng Mancheng’s thoughts changed, most of the light threads disappeared, leaving only a limited number of hundreds, which became increasingly clear.
Leaving traces in the void, chasing souls thousands of miles away.
This is the authentic immeasurable void method. Generally, the corresponding energy in the void will show traces as long as it does not exceed four hours. With this method, even if the target is hundreds of millions of miles away, there is no way to get rid of the “infinite” Locked by the “Great Magic of Searching Souls and Transforming Demons in the Void”, he was immediately harassed by demons and would only rest for a hundred days.
Wanmi started to play tricks. Although the method of “leaving traces in the void” is easy to use, it needs to sacrifice the soul and vitality of at least one Buxu strongman every time. At worst, the foundation of the path will collapse, and at worst, the body will die. No Dongyang Orthodox Church will not take it out on special occasions. Even if it does, it is usually shared by multiple people at the same time to avoid death.
But now, Zheng Mancheng has used Wanmi to make up for the loss. The latter is lucky enough to survive, and I am afraid he is also a useless person.
At this time, Wanmi’s mental defense has long since collapsed, and most of the soul’s vitality has been injected into the void mirror plate. There are only random thoughts in his mind. Thinking of the horror, he has burst into tears, but at this time, he just wants to ask for mercy. There is nothing we can do.
It can be seen that among the more than a hundred qi machine threads remaining between the sea and the sky, some are obviously thicker and more eye-catching than the surrounding ones. Even though they are pierced by clouds and surrounded by electricity, they cannot be covered. That is the “spiritual death” The flying trajectory of “bird” and the corresponding control mechanism can be traced back to its source.
The next moment, behind the dark clouds, a bright light penetrated the clouds and sent back a blurry image. There is heavy haze around the image.
Seeing this, Zheng Mancheng slapped Wanmi on the forehead again. The void mirror disk held by the latter surged with light waves several times, and the thick haze was washed away layer by layer. But Wanmi’s side, His ears, nose, mouth and other orifices were all covered with blood.
No one cares about Wan Mi now, even Qin Xing. The monks raised their heads and looked at the shadowy image behind the clouds.
The first thing that comes into view is a giant ferocious beast with huge wings spread out and a width of more than twenty feet. Its head and body are winding like a dragon, its eyes are red, its head has two horns, its claws are like knives, and its scales are green. It is black in color, but it has two wings on its side. The bones and flesh are rugged, and it seems to have the shape of an ancient “Yinglong”. It is majestic and majestic, and frightens the soul.
And just above the head of this ferocious beast, there is a person standing high, folding his wings and bending down with the ferocious beast, revealing his true appearance.
Compared with the ferocious beast below, his figure is almost like a reptile, and half of his cheeks are as withered as mummies, which can be called “ugly”. However, his robe is dyed with ink, his hair is disheveled, and his pupils are bright. The light of red gold penetrates three feet into the air, and the vitality outside the body is overwhelming. Although it is in the thunder clouds, it has a hundred feet of clear land. The heavenly demons summoned by the great method of searching souls and transforming into demons in the infinite void have not reached close. Everything turned into clear smoke, the inside and outside faced each other, movement and stillness complemented each other, and there was an impressive impression of clouds hanging down from the sea, pressing down on them.
Yi Ling Ancestor!
“Form up, support!”
The roar of the Night Lion sounded, calling for the monks from the three sects to gather together. Wan Mi, who couldn’t help himself, and Qin Xing, who was struggling to be possessed or not, were no exception.
Before departure, all the demon kings in the Nine Palaces Demon Realm have already raised this possibility. It cannot be said that they are unprepared, but no matter how fully prepared they are, facing a great master of calamity, they must gather every force , Only by jointly defending against external forces can we escape unscathed.
Even people like Wan Mi and Qin Xing must be used – otherwise, how can we form an array?
As for the Tissot trend… forget it!
As soon as he spoke, rays of light suddenly emerged from the depths of the sea. On the thousand-foot seabed, light paths criss-crossed, but it was Yalao’s array disk that was fully activated. The sea area that the light path passed through and surrounded became a demonic realm. Thousands of heavenly demons summoned to block the front, but in the blink of an eye they were shattered in the storm and thunder.
Behind the clouds, Patriarch Yi Ling seemed to sense something. He shifted his gaze and seemed to glance this way. Then he stood up and the image formed by the infinite void method was distorted. On the sea and sky, dozens of tornadoes rolled up the water, and the golden snakes danced wildly, also dividing to both sides, actually opening up a path.
In the blink of an eye, there were big wings hitting the wind, and the monster dragon beast’s huge body of nearly fifty feet tore through the dark clouds, pressed the sea surface, flew out from the center of the path, and came directly in front of the Tiansuo tide. Then it suddenly stretched its wings, almost standing up, and the one sitting on its head was at the highest point. The background was the storm of the sea and sky, like rain and thunder.
Ancestor Yi Ling is here in person!
This Great Tribulation Master really didn’t say any nonsense, or he was too lazy to pay attention to these juniors. After the dark clouds, another petrel flew out, flying between the storm and thunder. Looking at the traces left in the void, that There is no doubt that it is a death bird, and not just one, but a group of them!
Ye Shi and others had just gotten together, and they hadn’t even opened much distance between each other, but now their faces were blue!
Fang Guang groaned, and when Patriarch Yi Ling took action, the Nine Demon Eyes almost came back. With his current level of cultivation, it was still a bit difficult to forcefully peer into the secrets of heaven and earth and the power of calamity. This is still the result of the “Void Traces” spell blocking the front and taking away some of the pressure.
The night lion screamed: “Back off!”