Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Brow!"

Sibao screamed and rushed forward. Lin Sansheng approached him and trapped him. Xiao Qing also wrapped him around with his tail.

"He's gone ..." Lin Sansheng said with tears.

Sibao fell to the ground, staring down at the spirit of flying sky. In the end, all these spirits flew in the direction of Mount Sumeru.

Has it been sealed?

Sibao did not have the energy to think about it, and consciousness remained at the last moment of the previous battle:

Wu Jiawei's soul left his body and blocked the wave of lethal energy ...

Brother for twenty years.

Is it worth it?

value!

"Ants, all ants !!"

The ancestor of the Heihe suddenly broke away from his restraint, turned into a human body, roared upward, and then laughed, his Yuan Shen was cut into two parts, and the spiritual body was also suffering from the persistent consumption of the Tao wind and the corrosion of the light curtain. He was badly hurt, and only one breath remained.

But after all, he won, not only consumed the wind, but also killed one more.

He supported the spirit body with an extremely powerful will, and flew out of the light curtain, and suddenly realized that an energy body was coming from behind, and turned his head abruptly.

In a blue robe, like a shrine descending from the sky, he drew a dazzling emerald light in his hand and beat him down.

"how is this possible!"

"The ants are very humble, but the ants have faith. They are good at helping each other. For the common goal, they are not afraid to sacrifice. They never shrink back even when facing an opponent ten times stronger than themselves. This is the most human being. Precious spirit, unfortunately, you never understand, you do n’t need to understand ... "

The whip of God smashed on the head of the old ancestors of the Minghe River, arousing a blood stain.

This is the last straw that crushes the camel.

Uh ...

The big spider uttered an unwilling sorrow. The huge body softened and rotted away very quickly. A group of remnants flew away like feathers. Soon after, Yuan Shen will be reborn and consciousness will be restored. Already.

The Styxian ancestors will make a comeback, but that is hundreds or even thousands of years later.

Finally ... it was done.

Daofeng exhaled hard, looked down at his body, and began to dissipate slowly from his feet.

He made his last effort just as hard as he could.

"Feng Brother!"

Xiaobai cried.

"You ..." Dao Feng raised her hand weakly.

"Do you have any last words, Brother Feng, I listen."

Xiaobai quickly rushed his head over, thinking that he would hear some last words such as "I actually like you", but instead he heard: "Fart last words, I'm not dead yet ... you **** my Yuan Shen Into the body ... "

what! Like this?

Xiaobai came back to God, and quickly followed suit, inhaling the Yuan Shen that the wind was about to dissipate into the sea of ​​air, and opened a separate place, wrapping it with gas, which was a sealed vacuum environment.

After doing all of this, she felt that her skin had been melted by the light curtain, and her pain was terrible. She hurriedly flew back to a safe place.

"Feng Brother, how are you?" She saw the almost fragmented villain deep in her consciousness.

"It hasn't recovered in hundreds of years ..." Daofeng's voice was so weak that he called like a mosquito.

"It doesn't matter, I can protect you, as long as you can recover!" Xiao Bai's heart was sweet. This opportunity to just stay with Dao Feng for a long time finally made her wait, and she could one day act as him. Protector, this feels great.

Thinking of Wu Jiawei's sacrifice before, Xiaobai wiped her tears, covered her chest with her hands, and cherished the spirit of Tao Feng even more.

Mission accomplished ...

Dao Feng left the consciousness floating, and it felt very painful to spin around, but fortunately, with a vacuum environment, the Yuanshen will not fly away, otherwise the Yuanshen will disperse and it will take the same time as the ancestors of the Minghe River to spend thousands of years. Reinvented.

What's wrong with Shaoyang?

He could n’t take part in the final battle against Wuji King, he was a bit sorry, but also worried about Ye Shaoyang, but ... he did everything he could, cleared all obstacles, and even an incredible powerhouse like the old ghost of Heihe was killed Already.

So take a break.

Dao Feng shut down the gods and thoughts, and began to repair the Yuan Shen with all his strength. He hoped that when he woke up, everything would be over, and Shao Yang ... was still alive.

"Everyone rests in place, hurry up and adjust the rate, we will support Shaoyang soon!"

Not to mention what was hurt. Before being exposed to the light curtain for a long time, all of their spiritual power was sucked away, and their vitality was greatly injured. It would be cumbersome to help now.

So under the urging of Lin Sansheng, several people sat on the spot and began to adjust their interest rates.

During the death battle between Daofeng and his ancestors of the Minghe River.

Ye Shaoyang and others have been running. They ran into the range perceived by the gods of the Sumida Mountains, but they just stopped by a curtain of light just after entering.

It was also at this time that Ye Shaoyang really understood how terrible the power of the Promise Ghost King, or that the previous battles, whether he or Dao Feng, had not forced the strongest Promise Ghost King.

She resisted the offensive of Badu Emperor, but she still had the strength to deal with herself! You must know that the Great Emperor is a fit with Chi You!

She was constantly thrown by the light ball, and the speed was extremely fast. Xiao Jiu took the three of them and kept running around, but there were still some that could not be avoided. Ye Shaoyang could only do anything to resist it. This light ball looked inconspicuous, but it was very powerful. , Several times, even he felt a little overwhelmed.

"This won't work, but we can't go through the light curtain. We can't go any further." Ye Shaoyang groaned. "Otherwise, I'll help the emperor first, Xiaojiu, carrying them, looking for opportunities, and then go up the mountain."

If you join the battle yourself, the Promise Ghost King will have to pay more energy to deal with it. The mana used to maintain the light curtain will be less. With Xiao Ji's ability, most of them can break into a gap and send Ye Xiaomu and Su Yan up the mountain.

At this step, Xiaojiu knew that he could not stop him, and he could only tell him to be careful.

"It felt like we were a spectator all the way ..." Ye Xiaomu said dumbly, looking at the figure of Ye Shaoyang leaving.

"Still a burden." Su Yan took his hand.

"This is not your battle. In the future, you will have your own battle. By then you will be the protagonists. But you must live first."

The battle between Wuji King and Emperor Badu continued for a long time.

At first, the Emperor of the Capital City had the upper hand. Each attack brought out the power of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea. The Promise Ghost King maintained the power of the yin and yang origin, and always retreated. There was no way to save it--not because I didn't see it, it really didn't work.