Medical Sovereign

Puff puff!

The black mist dragons are like the remaining snow that has encountered the scorching sun, they are vaporized as soon as they appear, and disappear into nothingness.

This immediately aroused Yin Yang Wuhun's competitive heart, he wants to see how many times the water Wuhun can use the secret method.

It has to be said that Shui Wuhun is also an actor. In order to avoid arousing the suspicion of Yin-Yang Wuhun and buy more time for Ding Ning, he is also desperately acting.

He didn't have much consumption at all, so he had to pretend to be weak and pale, and the upright Jin Wuhun kept sending voices, asking how he was doing with concern? Do you need to replace him on top?

Shui Wuhun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he knew that Jin Wuhun was not good at acting, and he was afraid that Yinyang Wuhun would see his flaws, so he could only hide it from him, telling him that he could still hold on now, and that he would replace him if he couldn't, so that Jin Wuhun could see his flaws. Soul secretly worried.

The other Wuhuns all held back their laughter, and glanced at Jin Wuhun with weird eyes, making him puzzled, not knowing what they meant.

In fact, he also felt that something was wrong, obviously he was very relaxed, he didn't have to do anything except maintain the cycle of the five elements, his whole body was going moldy, why did the water spirit seem to be dying soon? So sluggish?

However, although he was puzzled, out of absolute trust in his companion, he didn't think too much about it, but silently made preparations, once the water spirit was exhausted, he would immediately make up for it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the fog dragon was born quickly, but dissipated even faster, as if there was a land of death within the enveloping range of the five-element formation, and the Yin-Yang Wuhun's face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

He didn't care about this waste, what he cared about was his face. Before, he brazenly said that the other party's water dragon was only in shape but not in spirit, but he was slapped in the face in a blink of an eye.

In the eyes of others, his fog dragon, which has both form and spirit, is something that can be easily destroyed, which makes him feel hot on his face, and he almost chokes out internal injuries.

Several times he wanted to change his fighting style, but when he saw the increasingly pale face of Shui Wuhun, he felt that if he persisted, maybe Shui Wuhun would not be able to hold on.

Get up wherever you fall, and this is the only way he can save face now.

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

Time passed by, and the black fog dragons were still rising out in an endless stream, and there was still a deadly land in front of the five-element formation, as long as the fog dragons approached, they would dissipate instantly.

This made Yin-Yang Wuhun faintly feel that something was wrong, Shui Wuhun's complexion was pale long ago [UU READING 00kxs] without a trace of human color, his breath was frighteningly sluggish, and he looked like he would be unable to hold on and collapse at any time.

But after such a long time, Shui Wuhun's face is still so pale, his breath is still so sluggish, he looks crumbling, but he still stands tall.

"MD, I've been fooled."

The Yin-Yang martial soul became suspicious, only to find that the other martial souls were not blushing or panting, and looked like an old god, and suddenly came to their senses, they were deceived, they were delaying time.

Just, what are they procrastinating for? It's useless to delay it for a long time. Sooner or later, they will have to be taken down by themselves. Could it be that they are still waiting for some miracle to happen?

This made the Yin-Yang Wuhun puzzled, but he didn't take it too seriously, only thinking that they were dying.

Continuously condensing the fog dragons, and then being eliminated continuously, Yin Yang Wuhun suddenly felt that this seemed rather silly.

It's just a few martial souls, as long as he shows his real strength, he can deal with them casually, but he didn't expect to waste so much time on them,

Simply stupid.

The yin and yang Wuhun anger after realizing that he was cheated

No, stopped the action of condensing the fog dragon, took a deep breath, stared at the water martial soul with a sneer and sneered: "Okay, very good, it seems that you are playing me as a fool."

"It's not too stupid. I finally realized it. To be honest, acting is really a technical job. It really exhausts me."

Shui Wuhun knew that he had seen through him, so he didn't hide anything anymore, his face quickly returned to rosy, and he said complainingly.

It is not tiring to drain the water molecules in the air, and it is not tiring to maintain the operation of the five elements array. On the contrary, it is very tiring to keep pretending to be pale all the time.

Jin Wuhun looked confused, what's going on? acting?

The corners of the other Wuhun's mouths were smiling, even though this would irritate the Yinyang Wuhun, and they would bear his stormy anger, but seeing his constipated expression as if he had eaten a fly, they felt comfortable in their hearts.

"Okay, good, you managed to piss me off."

Yin Yang Martial Soul's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and he said through gritted teeth: "Then, you all are ready to meet my wrath."

"Welcome anytime!"

Shui Wuhun said neither humble nor overbearing, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

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

Just like Ding Ning's promise to them back then, he would never abandon them again, and what they can only repay is never leave, fight to the death and never retreat.

"Go to hell!"

The rage of Yin-Yang Wuhun completely exploded, he stretched out his hand to grab the air, and a strange and colorful weapon appeared in his hand.

Shui Wuhun's heart sank in an instant, Liu Guang, unexpectedly he was able to use Liu Guang after fully merging with the main soul.

That is an immortal artifact that even the gods covet. Even in the source world, immortal artifacts are extremely rare, especially this kind of immortal artifact that can be warmed in the sea of ​​consciousness. It is probably countless times more powerful than ordinary immortal artifacts. .

Yin Yang Martial Soul stared at the streamer in his hand with fiery eyes, and put on a pose that only showed his side face, and said in a condescending tone: "You can be the first to die under my fairy weapon, you can be regarded as the first!" Your honor."

A dreamlike glow flashed, and Mu Wuhun suddenly let out a shrill scream, the soul's light instantly dimmed, and the whole person collapsed on the ground, the five elements formation collapsed without attack.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, and the eyes of the Wuhuns couldn't help showing fear and despair.

The speed of the streamer was too fast, so fast that people couldn't see its trajectory at all, as if the distance didn't exist at all, but with a flash of sunlight, the wood spirit was severely injured, and the five elements formation they relied on to contend with It also broke instantly.

They believed that if it weren't for the Yin-Yang Wuhun to keep the Mu Wuhun useful, he would have already lost his soul by now.

The Yin-Yang Martial Soul, which was already strong and unmatched, now holds such a terrifying fairy weapon like Liu Guang in their hands, what else can they use to contend?

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

With such a powerful Yin-Yang martial soul, even if Ding Ning retrieved his memory and found the hole card that he didn't know existed, it would be impossible for him to defeat it.

"Hahaha, I, Anze, have such a fairy weapon in my hand. As long as I reach the peak in time, who can be my opponent?"

Yin Yang Martial Soul didn't seem to have thought that Liu Guang would be so sharp, he was suddenly ecstatic, with blazing flames burning in his eyes, he laughed proudly and said.

Although they couldn't get used to Anze's humble appearance, the Wuhuns had to admit that what Anze said was true.

If it is true that he devours the martial soul, becomes reincarnated after becoming a psychic fetus, and becomes a psychic fetus

With such aptitude, given time, he will definitely be able to climb to the top. Coupled with the terrifying streamer, it is tantamount to adding wings to a tiger.

"Surrender or die!"

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

Of course, the surrender he mentioned definitely does not mean that the martial spirits still have spirituality, which is no different from death.

"Surrender to your grandma's legs, and kill Lao Tzu if you have the guts."

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

Whoosh!

Colorful rays of light flashed by, Jin Wuhun let out a scream, grabbed the arm that was cut off by Liuguang, his breath quickly began to languid, his face was so ugly that he was dying.

Although Wuhun can be reborn after his limbs are cut off, the loss of soul power makes him fall into a weak state. Most importantly, if Wuhun is severely injured, his spirit will gradually be obliterated, making them eventually become unconscious. pure soul body.

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

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

As one of the heirs of the family, poor cultivation qualifications are his biggest shortcoming. Since he was a child, he has received many blank stares and sneers because of this, and he was also secretly bullied by brothers in other houses.

If he didn't occupy the name of being born in the royal family, he might even be ruthlessly deprived of his heir qualifications.

That's why when he learned that his family accidentally discovered an undeveloped plane, he begged his father to let him come. He wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to reincarnate and improve his aptitude to change his destiny.

Seeing the faces of all the Wuhuns who dared not speak out with sullen faces, Anze's distorted mentality of being bullied since he was a child was immediately satisfied. He looked around in a majestic manner, and finally his eyes stayed on the expressionless Shui Wuhun On his face: "I know you are their backbone, and the things I promised you are still valid. When I return to the source world, I will let you go. Shouldn't I reciprocate and be the first to express my opinion?"

"State your opinion? Of course!"

Shui Wuhun looked at him slowly, there was no wave in the ancient well in his eyes, and no waves could be seen.

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

When An Ze was talking happily in the spring breeze, he was suddenly interrupted by a clear voice: "Is the bastard's king?"

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

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

Although the Wuhuns knew that even if Ding Ning regained his memory, it would be difficult to deal with An Ze, but for some reason, seeing him appear, all the Wuhuns seemed to have found their backbone, and breathed a sigh of relief.

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

Ding Ning curled his lips, and said with a mocking face: "I don't need to worry about that, but, you took my things, shouldn't you give them back to me?"

"I take your things?"

An Ze was stunned for a moment, seeing his gaze resting on the streamer in his hand, and then he suddenly understood, a cold look flashed in his eyes, he couldn't help laughing loudly, and said jokingly: "Your things ? Haha, but it's mine now, and no one can take it away from me."

"Ding Ning, have you recovered your memory? Be careful, that streamer is an immortal artifact, and its speed is astonishingly fast, making it impossible for people to react."

Shui Wuhun's heart tightened, he moved closer to Ding Ning, and whispered with concern.