"Master, is it you? Where are you?" Yin Hui chose to believe the familiar voice that could not be more familiar.

"I'm on Zhao Dehuo." Zhao Deshui's voice came faintly again.

"Zhao Dehuo?" He was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand what was going on.

"Yes, in order to make himself stronger, Zhao Dehuo actually sucked away all my power, which eventually led to my soul and his soul merge into one." He seemed to be muttering to himself, sighing: "His soul is dead, my soul occupies the dominant position of his body. Alas..."

"Master, it's really you!" He didn't care about the monster and shouted in surprise, then quickly searched around, trying to find out where the master's soul was.

Finally, his eyes fell on Zhao Dehuo, who had become a half-orc. Through the thick dust, he could vaguely see his body moving slowly and moving towards his own direction.

That look was full of the kindness and care of the master.

"Master, Master." He also hurriedly climbed up. The master who was thinking day and night finally appeared again, making him unable to help but be excited.

When he arrived beside Zhao Dehuo, he found that Huang Helou and others had fallen from the passage and were unconscious. Considering that they were not in danger for the time being, he did not take first aid measures to them.

Zhao Dehuo's eyes were rekindled, and his familiar eyes were staring at him, kind and gentle.

"Master, it's you... it's really you..." The excitement in my heart was beyond words, and I grabbed Zhao Dehuo with both hands.

"Yin Hui..." Zhao Deshui also choked up and took a long time to look at him: "Yin Hui, how have you been doing in the past few years?"

He nodded heavily. Unexpectedly, when the master died, he was still concerned about his life most.

"Master, what do I have to do to save you, what do I have to do..." His voice was rapid, mourning, anxious, and full of urgency.

"Listen to me, cough cough," Maybe it was because the hall was too dusty, or Zhao Deshui was too severely injured, he coughed several times before he could barely settle down: "Listen to me, Zhao Dehuo's souls and I have not yet died, I... the souls of both of us... can temporarily increase your strength, perhaps... with the power of the Three Realms Baochao, summon the ancestor... can deal with this archangel... cough cough, cough cough..." Zhao Deshui coughed more and more violently, and finally vomited a mouthful of blood, blooming like a flower.

"No... no, master, you can't do that, you can't do that. You have to protect your soul and not let your soul be scattered." Yin Hui almost cried and shouted this sentence. As a descendant of Maoshan Lianzong, he knew very well that if he temporarily used the souls of Zhao Dehuo and Zhao Deshui to make his strength rise, then the souls of the two will eventually fall to the point where they scattered.

"Ahem, stop talking nonsense... there is not much time left. Hurry up... we... have not much time left." Zhao Dehuo's arm was hit by the stones that had just splashed, and it was swollen and it would make him frown tightly if he moved a little.

"Master..." He shouted in a sad voice.

"This is an order!" Zhao Dehuo, who was weak and decadent just now, suddenly became energetic and seemed to have recovered a lot. He grabbed Yin Hun's arm and grabbed him hard, catching him in front of him.

The arm was extremely powerful, as if a pair of iron pliers tightly clamped his arm, making it impossible for him to move at all.

He could not imagine how a dying person would have such a powerful force, a force that even a normal person could not resist.

He still kept his mind clear, knowing that the master was ready to instill all their soul power into his body.

"Master, don't..." His begging voice echoed in the huge space, not caring about the monsters finding them.

But it was too late. The powerful soul power had been converted into white smoke, gradually emanating from Zhao Dehuo's body. At the same time, Zhao Deshui's breath became weaker and weaker, until in the end, the breath had not left at all converted into white smoke.

The smoke lingers around Yin Hun in the air and turns into a smoke dragon, slowly changing, slowly changing, until the end, the fog dragon becomes larger and more substantial.

A dragon roar sounded, causing the space to tremble, and the stones on the ground were jumping.

The monster was finally attracted by the dragon roar and quickly turned his head to look. When it found the flying dragon flying in the clouds, it roared and was about to rush up.

At the moment of the monster's movement, the huge fog dragon's body actually tried hard to wrap Yin Hui's body around, and he became more and more forceful and tighter, and even his breathing became rapid.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" His brain stopped working due to lack of oxygen. He didn't know what to do. He just felt that the huge dragon body was getting tighter and tighter, and the last trace of oxygen was pulled out of his body. His brain was blank and he could not feel anything.

Aww.

When he woke up, he saw that the monster's huge body had been pressed up, and his body, like a hill, was about to press him into a meat pie.

He instinctively raised his arms to stop him, although he understood that doing so was futile. In the eyes of the other party, his strength was just a resistance from a bed bug.

But to his surprise, his arm actually emitted endless light, and the light quickly became substantial and turned into a divine dragon and flew out of his arm, hitting the big monster that was about to fall down with a bang.

Bang bang bang, a series of explosions rang one after another, and he widened his eyes curiously and looked up at it.

The monster's body actually fell straight back. It was not until a small earthquake occurred on the ground that Yin Hui realized that the Angel had been knocked down by his own strength.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" He stared at his arms incredibly, not believing that the power just now came from his body.

In my mind, a familiar voice buzzed: "Yin Hun, the power of our two men has been integrated into your body. Don't be afraid of each other, believe in yourself, your power is definitely no weaker than the other."

"Master, Master..." He looked at his arm with a heartache, feeling very sad.

"Cough cough, cough cough." Several coughs sounded in his ears. He looked down and the incredible team members squatting on the ground in meditation were all looking at themselves with anticipation.

"Yin Hui, come back, you are not his opponent at all, let's find a way together." Seeing that Yin Hui wanted to attack, Conan Doyle hurriedly dissuaded.

The small earthquake just now awakened them from their coma, wondering why the monsters were lying on their backs. But when they found out that Yin Hui wanted to attack, they all looked so scared that their faces turned purple, and they believed that if he attacked like this, he would definitely turn into a monster's supper.

However, the severe pain in their bodies made them unable to leave the ground at all, so they had to use words to stop Yin Hui from going to die.

Unexpectedly, he just turned around and smiled mysteriously at them, his eyes turned red, and seemed to have entered another state, which was a million different from Yin Hui before.

"Yin Hun, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly," everyone was anxious and sweating protruded.

But he did not stop because of the call of several people, and still attacked without hesitation.

Aww.

A dragon roar splashed out from his body, echoing in the empty space, making several people feel dizzy and sing.

They looked at Yin Hui in disbelief, rubbed their eyes with their arms, unable to believe what had just happened.

"That dragon roar...was it from Yin Hun's body?" Conan Doyle turned his head and looked at the Yellow Crane Tower beside him.

Huang Helou, who was breathing heavily, also looked at Conan Doyle with confusion, and nodded uncertainly until the end.

The rest of the people were also stunned and even forgot to breathe.

Just when they thought they had hallucinations, a giant dragon splashed out from Yin Hun's body again and collided directly at the monster's huge body.

The monster seemed to know the power of the fog dragon, and repeatedly dodged, and the huge body hit the mountain walls trembled slightly.

Although the monster was huge, its movements were very agile and he easily avoided the attack of the fog dragon. His face immediately changed into an angry expression, and his two slender arms, like big trees, shouted straight up. During the process, he accidentally bumped into a towering hill. The hill turned into gravel, and the chaotic worlds between heaven and earth splashed, and a huge rain of stones fell.

"Does go." Conan Doyle saw the stone rain falling straight into the direction of several people, and shouted wildly, ordering everyone to find cover and avoid the attack of the stone rain.

But what they couldn't imagine was that the surrounding area was full of bare ground, not even a small cave, so where could there be a place to hide?

Seeing that the stone was about to hit the head, Conan Doyle had to catch it and shouted every second: "Cover the stone with the corpse, hurry up!" After that, he also grabbed two corpses on the ground and blocked them on his head, hoping to withstand it for a while.

The two corpses were all taken away from their hearts, and there was a big blood hole on their chest. You could even feel the temperature of the chest with your hands.

A few minutes ago, these corpses were still lively, but now they have become unknown corpses and can only lie motionlessly on the cold ground.

She didn't feel the stones falling down on her head, and couldn't help but look up.

A huge light shield was like a big pot, covering them tightly, blocking the stones outside, hitting the light shield and splashing a series of light waves, but the stones were immediately bounced out, flying out like a meteor, and finally hitting the mountain wall.

After careful observation, I found that this layer of light shield was connected to one of Yin Hun's arms. I realized that he had created a barrier to protect them.

"Strange, why did Yin Hui suddenly have such a powerful force?"

A drop of cold liquid dripped into her neck, making her shrink unable to help but realize that the two corpses were still being held high by him, so she threw them to the ground, and then looked at the light shield that looked like transparent glass.

If it weren't for the translucent light shield appearing at the murder scene, he would even appreciate these as beautiful scenery.

"Boss, what's wrong with Yin Hui?" The scalpel slowly ran over with his injured body, looking at Yin Hui and said, "Why did you suddenly have such a powerful force? Even Zhao Dehuo could not do anything about the Angel was so dazzled by Yin Hui."

Indeed, the dragon that the angel was atomized in Yin Hun's body flew around, knocking the angel to the point of being dizzy. There was no power to fight back. It could only retreat continuously and occasionally counterattack, but it did not cause any damage to Yin Hun.

"I don't know, let's take a look, let's see what the monster has fatal weaknesses. I remind Yin Hui that we only have this opportunity and we must seize it." As she said that, she walked to a place close to the mountain wall. Her vision here was good and she could capture the two of them. She was about to observe the guy in detail, wanting to see where the monster's weakness was.

Yin Hui used his body to control the fog dragon and the Angel's battle. Every fight can cause strong tremors on the ground, and the mountain walls are also shaking in this force that tear the sky and the earth. Any attack of the Angel's huge body will destroy the cave. The cave, which was originally a little unstable, tends to collapse under this attack.

"Conan Doyle, pay attention to the intersection of his lower body and upper body, that is, his waist," Huang Helou's voice came into her ears from the sound of a shaking earthquake that broke into the sky and the earth: "Look at if there is a monster's fatal weakness."

After he reminded her, she focused all her attention on the monster's waist.

Although the angel was covered in scars and was covered with wounds caused by the attack of the mist dragon controlled by Yin Hui, his waist was intact and his skin was tender and tender, as if he had not been hurt at all.

She was a little confused, but the scene she saw next made her feel a little ecstatic.

Every time Yin Hui attacks, he will cause damage to the Angel, but the Angel does not protect his head or body. He just concentrates all the protection on his waist, and his arms surround his waist, as if there is his fatal weakness on his waist.

"Wait, yes, the fatal weakness is the waist." She became a little excited and shouted loudly: "Yin Hun, the Angel's weakness is his waist, quickly attack his waist."

Her voice was sharp, as if it was a sharp knife, slashing the air and stabbing Yin Hui's ears.

Yin Hui, who had been exhausted and was about to be unable to hold on, heard Conan Doyle's shout and immediately got strength, and his listless spirit suddenly became active. He was still having a headache just now because he couldn't find the other party's fatal weakness, and immediately had unparalleled combat power.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Seals were shot out from Wulong's mouth, with only one target, that is the angel's waist.

A large number of seals were gathered at the connection between the human back and the beast's body. However, the thick arms of the angel protect the waist, making it difficult to cause substantial damage to him.

"No, what should I do?" Yin Hui was anxious. The archangel was also wise. If his arm protected his fatal weakness, even if he exhausted all his strength, he would not be able to open the monster's arm.

"Yellow Crane Tower, it's time for us to go on stage." Conan Doyle smiled slightly at Huang Crane Tower, his hands flashed, and a pistol appeared in his palm.

Seeing this, Huang Helou and others also flashed their hands skillfully, and a pistol appeared on their palms, which were short and concise. Under the light emitted by the monster's two pairs of incandescent light-like eyes, a golden halo was released.

Seeing this, the others understood Conan Doyle's intentions, and took out their pistols and pointed them at the monsters, obeying orders and attacking them at any time.

"Yin Hui, open his hands and we will help you." As he said, he fired a shot.

The bullet was like a meteor, shot out of the gun and attacked directly into the direction of the monster opposite. The air was burned by the hot temperature of the bullet, creating a mark similar to a rocket.

Bang.

The short bullet hit the monster opposite and exploded with a bang.
To be continued...