Roulette World

This is a process of ebb and flow.

Level nine energy, for Ye Zhongming at level eight, even a little bit is full and surging.

Don't look at how embarrassed he was when he was beaten. Under the speed of the holy father ghost, he could only dodge horizontally with the Shayue Blade, and he was sometimes cut with a sword. However, under Ye Zhongming's abnormal defense, he only suffered a little. minor injury.

The Xiuli Dzi Bead nourishes the body, so injuries can naturally heal. The Holy Father's power is plundered and fed back to Ye Zhongming, so that these innocuous wounds can heal within seconds.

And the remaining energy allowed Ye Zhongming's physical fitness to improve at a speed that could be clearly felt.

Ye Zhongming had never felt this way before.

Originally, he had just evolved to an eight-star level and was at the peak of his state. After attacking the holy father with the overflowing energy of the successful evolution, Ye Zhongming adjusted his body and faced the attack with the protection of his equipment and special black soil armor. Even the twins of Fenglei who had recovered themselves could barely break through.

It's not that the Holy Father doesn't want to use that terrifying sword light or other powerful means, but he's also afraid of accelerating the loss of energy. But the more this is the case, the more unable to really hurt Ye Zhongming.

Facing the increasingly slippery opponent, the Holy Father decided to make a move at a certain moment.

He cannot allow this to continue to happen.

The Holy Father chose to kill Ye Zhongming directly.

His Wind and Thunder Twins inserted into the ground, one hand patted the hilt of Chao's sword, and a majestic force entered the sword body from his hand, and then passed into the ground.

In the entire spirit feeding totem space, the ground was covered with a layer of white as if it had been suddenly frozen by extreme cold, and it became frozen soil that solidified together.

Then the whole ground began to crack, and after a few breaths, the ground exploded, and countless large and small clods of frozen soil crazily smashed towards Ye Zhongming.

Ye Zhongming wanted to dodge, but found that his feet had been glued to the ground. At the very moment, he took out the stick of nature and stood in front of him, stuffing one of the few high-grade water-type gemstones in front of him.

The phantom of the Guardian of the Water Bottle protected him, but when Ye Zhongming thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, the high-level water-type gemstones that already had extremely high defensive power shattered after only two seconds, leaving Ye Zhongming without a trace. Time to change, he can only put away the stick of nature at that moment, relying on his own defense to fight hard.

Fortunately, after Ye Zhongming's evolution, his mental power became even more abundant and vast like the sea. He kept making the earth elves renew the black soil armor, and at the same time threw out all the things in the space that could produce defensive effects.

The people outside were fascinated by the countless clods of frozen soil, and could only vaguely see the defensive cover around Ye Zhongming begin to light up, then disappear, and then these clods of eastern soil gathered together, as if a huge wave was hitting Like reaching the coast, encountering obstacles, and then scattered all over the sky.

After that, the dam collapsed and the flood flooded the sky.

Ye Zhongming was also washed up in this kind of cross flow of frozen soil.

The momentum of the attack weakened, and the holy father gasped. He looked at the space and found that it still existed, and his energy was still being sucked away at a fast and balanced speed.

"Disappointed..." Ye Zhongming's voice came from under the mound, and the small mountain of frozen soil that was almost three feet off the ground moved, and then fell outwards. Crawled out of it.

At this moment, Ye Zhongming did not have the vigorous and heroic figure that he had successfully evolved just now, his head and face were covered with blood, only those eyes that were still alive were staring at the Holy Father, and there was a mockery inside.

"This is the space of the spirit feeding totem, and it is the death formation of the undead composed of countless life and souls."

Because of the injury, Ye Zhongming's speech was a little incoherent, but he still stood up stubbornly, the surface of the ground sand and moon blade in his hand was full of gaps, obviously he was fighting against the wind and thunder, and he was completely at a disadvantage.

Although Ye Zhongming was distressed, but looking at the weapon of the holy father, his heart was itchy. He knew,

It must be a seven-color weapon, otherwise it would never have such a great suppression on the purple-level Earth Sand Moon Blade.

"If you want to kill me to break it, it's impossible to break it here." Ye Zhongming smiled, which made the holy father move the twins of wind and thunder, and the killing intent became stronger.

It's just that the holy father didn't move, as if Ye Zhongming had really taken the time to delay, he was still listening there.

"Unless these souls have exhausted their own strength, no one can get out, including you and me!" Ye Zhongming wiped the blood from his face, raised his weapon and pointed at the Holy Father and said: "It's a pity, with you In the current state, we can’t wait for that time. Even if you kill me, all the energy will be sucked away by this place. Without energy, you will die immediately. Before I wake up, you didn’t kill all of us. Man, I guess I should be stingy with this energy, hehe, I regret it now, if you were willing to go all out at the beginning, I guess you would have won by now."

Hearing what Ye Zhongming said, the holy father simply closed his eyes and stood there, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Zhongming was stunned. What he said was half true and half false, in order to delay the time and let the energy fed back here heal his extremely serious injuries. He who almost died just now has no fighting power.

Even if you already know that a ninth-level powerhouse cannot be estimated with common sense, but when you make a move, it is still not something an eight-star powerhouse like Ye Zhongming can resist.

He is still alive, and he is already considered to have outstanding strength.

"No, you are lying, the space limitation here is not time, but the frequency of power!"

The Holy Father suddenly opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.

"You are misleading me. You should really want me to attack these three pillars. And you actually know the way to get out of here. Of course, you won't say it, even if I kill you, by the way, you should be Is there any way to save your life? That's why you can talk to me so unscrupulously."

"It's just that you still underestimate the lives of the ninth level. We are most familiar with the rules of control, and the rules here, I'm about to crack."

Following the Holy Father's words, Ye Zhongming and others saw that one of his hands was shaking slightly, and his fingers were making various shapes, as if he was calculating and speculating on something.

"That's right, it turned out to be like this!"

The holy father's eyes suddenly opened wide, and a gleam of joy appeared on his face.

Obviously, he broke the 'rules' here.

On the other side, Ye Zhongming, who has recovered a little strength by absorbing energy, can only be shocked. He doesn't know whether to believe that the Holy Father has mastered the method to end this space, but he dare not bet, otherwise, if it is true, then now The Holy Father, who obviously still has the power to fight, will no longer be able to deal with it.

Ye Zhongming took out a small skull like lightning, crushed it vigorously in the palm of his hand, and the whole space immediately changed dramatically.