Hiding in a dark corner, Feng Jueyu watched the battle between the five people carefully. In fact, he knew that Leng Youhen also joined the battle. He used the mysterious method of divine consciousness to

, controlling the two corpses in the air is a huge drain on itself.

Although he didn't know the cause of the corpse's impermanent refining, Feng Jueyu vaguely discovered that the two corpses' impermanent cultivation was not very stable. As the battle continued to become fierce, sometimes they were powerful, and sometimes they seemed a little weak.

, when you observe it carefully, it seems that the impermanent cultivation level of Corpse Land is determined by the rise and fall of Leng Youhen's spiritual consciousness.

At this time, Leng Youhen was sweating like rain, and he kept his spiritual thoughts close to his heart, not daring to be careless. After all, Mu Jiuzhou and Boss Leng were not weak at all. If they were to relax even a little bit at this moment, they would definitely end up in ruins.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Leng You hated that he could still give himself such a feeling when he was doing his exercises and tired. Assuming that he was in peak condition, he and Wu Buyong would have a relationship.

Almost certain.

After thinking about it, Feng Jueyu realized that he was not even 10% sure. This was the power of the Chongyang Realm.

Thinking back to the first battle with Zhou Zude in Dongjiao Lin, Zhou Zude did not show 100% of his strength, so he used Xuan Zhong's possessed sword to fight evenly, which still made him feel that his cultivation level was comparable to that of Chong Yang.

Now I realize that I was overconfident. If Zhou Zude risked his life, even if Xuan Zhong possessed the sword, he would definitely end up in a disastrous defeat.

Chongyang Realm!

Feng Jueyu was not devastated by Leng Youhen's strength, but instead had unusual expectations for a realm for the first time in his life.

After returning this time, I must retreat to attack the Chongyang Realm and condense the Little Golden Yang.

"boom!"

Just as his heart was racing, a sound of thunder suddenly erupted in the courtyard. Feng Jueyu looked intently and saw a long black ruler in Mu Jiuzhou's hand. This ruler was three inches thick.

It was two feet long and four feet long, with a dark body and radiant light. It must not be an ordinary jade magic weapon. Mu Jiuzhou held the ruler in his right hand and struck the gold and iron of the impermanent summoning flag on the corpse ground, exploding countless messy silver stars.

, its power was more powerful than before, and it was only when the two weapons collided that there was such a deafening roar.

And just after the roar, he and Shidi Wuchang were more than three feet away from each other. At the same time, Leng Youhen's body suddenly flashed a jet-black round light.

For the first time, Leng Youhen's whole body shuddered, as if he had received a strong blow, and he had no choice but to retreat four meters...

"Um?"

Feng Jueyu and Mu Jiuzhou discovered this sign almost at the same time, and a trace of suspicion flashed between their eyebrows. After a moment, they both understood that in the fierce battle just now, Mu Jiuzhou had already severely damaged Yuan Zai through the Impermanence of the Corpse Land.

A few feet away, Leng Youhen's Zhiyin Divine Thought body appeared.

Mu Jiuzhou's pride surged, and he let out a war cry that shocked the whole city: "Haha, Leng Youhen, it turns out you are not a victorious general. I want to see how long your spiritual body can last."

Leng Youhen used the power of his spiritual consciousness that he had accumulated for hundreds of years to fight in the corpse land. Although this method was too clever and mysterious, it undoubtedly consumed the power of his spiritual consciousness. After a fierce battle for a long time, he was also a little unable to enter.

It was tied up and showed signs of failure.

Mu Jiuzhou saw Leng Youhen's weakness and knew that it was too difficult to get close, so he put all his cultivation on the body of the corpse. The black ruler in his hand rolled up the billowing shadow of the ruler, and he practiced all kinds of techniques to suit the situation.

When he was born, the house was like a dragon walking around and a snake crawling around, and there were gusty winds...

Leng Youhen frowned and said not a word. He kept turning his hands to form wonderful seals, and kept mumbling spells in his mouth. As his consciousness continued to flow away, the corpse was impermanent.

Turning faster and faster, as he waved the soul-calling flag in his hand, it seemed as if countless ghosts and ghosts were thrown out, running rampant in the city lord's palace.

Gradually, the auras of Shidi Wuchang and Mu Jiuzhou began to fade away. It's no wonder that after fighting hard for half an hour, even Xidi Wuchang, who didn't know the pain, couldn't maintain his initial fighting power, not to mention that he was still affected by Leng You.

Only under the control of hatred can he possess unparalleled martial arts skills.

Just at this moment, Leng Youhen suddenly opened his eyes. Perhaps because he couldn't fight for a long time, it was not good for him. Leng Youhen turned his hand and just pointed out with a finger. There was no stimulation of the divine power, but instead, he shot out from his fingertips.

A black light as thick as a thumb, which seemed to have extinguished the yin energy of Jinyang, shot towards Mu Jiuzhou at the speed of lightning and flint.

Mu Jiuzhou had never been wary of Leng Youhen's sudden attack. In fact, he never thought that Leng Youhen would be able to deliver such a sharp blow on his own when all his power was gone, and this blow was not

Divine power is a spiritual method that is completely condensed with the power of divine consciousness.

The spiritual arts among the thirteen ancient royal families, and even the imperial clan, can exert powerful power through the cooperation of divine consciousness and divine power. Only a very small number of spiritual arts can be exerted with the power of divine consciousness. Obviously, Leng Youhen's

This is the spiritual method.

Black light shot out, as if a heart-rending wail was emitted from the space. Not only Mu Jiuzhou, but also Feng Jueyu was stunned into a trance, and couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

What kind of spiritual method is this? It’s so powerful...

Just when he was doubting, Mu Jiuzhou's whole body was shaken. The heavy ruler in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand kilograms and was unable to be swung. And in this short moment, the black light drove straight in, suddenly turning into a

A small black devil the size of a fist appeared, and it pounced on Mu Jiuzhou's face with its fangs and claws bared, and its two bean-sized claws went up and scratched fiercely.

Immediately blood splattered...

"Ah..." Mu Jiuzhou was caught off guard and had no way to avoid it. He only heard his miserable monster roar and reached out to grab the black imp.

It's just that the little devil is like a cremated candy, grabbing Mu Jiuzhou's face tightly, and the small claw blade has been completely buckled on Mu Jiuzhou's eye socket, and when Mu Jiuzhou struggled to pull it off

At that moment, those two tiny claws dug out his eyes...

Two tubes of blood arrows spurted out from Mu Jiuzhou's eye sockets, causing the evenly matched situation to undergo earth-shaking changes...

"Peng!"

Mu Jiuzhou, who was in pain, lost all his energy and could no longer gather it together. He fell from the air and retreated ten steps to the ground, smashing the rockery behind him into powder.

"Ying Yin Curse?" Mu Jiuzhou struggled to stand firm, with a sad expression on his face, and an extreme resentment welled up spontaneously.

Boss Leng and Xu Meier, who were not far away, turned pale after seeing it. The energy they had before to shout and kill Leng Youhen had already disappeared with the appearance of the baby Yin. It can be seen that they

There was only a strong look of fear on his face at this time, without any hint of excitement.

"The Yin Yin Curse is the Yin Yin Curse... You actually practiced the Yin Yin Curse?"

Xu Meier is not a master at this level of strength. Even Mu Jiuzhou damaged her eyes. How could she not be shocked? But at the same time, Leng Youhen was not having a hard time. In Feng Jueyu's view, this Yin Yin spell was indeed

Domineering is indeed cruel, but it requires the practitioner's energy, blood, spiritual power, and spiritual consciousness. After this blow, blood flowed out from the corner of Leng Youhen's mouth, and the whole person's aura was greatly reduced.

Looking at the two corpses, the momentum of the emperor was greatly reduced.

Although Leng Youhen was seriously injured, his expression was extremely proud. Looking at the horrified expressions of the three people, he smiled even more contemptuously: "Haha, can you be easily defeated as the master of the palace? The Yin Yin Curse Technique

We have already practiced it long ago. If it weren't for your despicable poisoning, you would not even be qualified to see it. But Mu Jiuzhou, if you can die from the Yin Yin Curse, you deserve to die. I will send it to you now.

Go see the King of Hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little devil began to scream strangely, and made a gesture of rushing forward.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, a cold light came from outside the courtyard at lightning speed. At first, Feng Jueyu thought it was Wu Buyong who had arrived, but then he realized that it was not the case, and besides Mu

Apart from the Jiuzhou people, Leng Youhen, himself, and Wu Buyong, the one who appeared at this time must be the mystery behind Yin Zhongyu.

As expected, Lai's cultivation was also hovering at the peak of Xuanzhao, and the black Yin origin shone like a black sun shining in the Xuanzhao Yang halo. The key was that the time of this person's arrival was extremely clever, just before Lengzhao.

When Youhen's spiritual technique was about to be unleashed, he slapped Leng Youhen's back with a palm. The force of his palm was no weaker than that of Mu Jiuzhou. It was like a series of ghost claws, going straight to his heart.

Catch the parts.

If this claw is firmly grasped, Leng Youhen will definitely die.

It's just that Leng Youhen is by no means a mediocre person. Even if he didn't notice anyone behind him, after feeling the sudden appearance of the fierce momentum, he almost subconsciously reacted and floated towards the sky. His speed was so fast that he seemed to be still there.

Above the visitors.

In this way, he jumped to avoid the man's claws, but he couldn't completely break away from the person's claws. The position was just a little off. But what a coincidence, he grabbed the waist of Leng Youhen who was twisting around, and also

I don't know what he got, but the visitor was obviously stunned for a moment.

Leng Youhen was also stunned for a moment. The two of them looked up at each other at the same time. Under the black moonlight, there was no light or shadow. Only the two of them could clearly see each other's faces. Leng Youhen's face changed slightly, and he anxiously grabbed the same part.

Go down, as if you are fighting for something.

"Let go."

After a brief moment of confrontation, the two men shouted at the same time, exerting force with both hands at the same time. Suddenly, a ball of black light exploded fiercely at the position where the two were fighting.

Then there was a bang, and Leng Youhen's waist exploded...

Wow!

A white bottle, a three-foot-long green blade, two cups of curling blade flying knives, a seven-foot slaying horse, a few old books, some exotic plants, a pale fragment, and a black key were scattered like this.
Chapter completed!