Xiao Fan and others stared at each other, a little at a loss.
After all, they had never seen such a situation before, and even if they had never heard of it, they had never heard of it. The true Lord Xuanming and the soul of the old demon Weiling were entangled, and Xiao Fan did not dare to take action at will.
But in an instant, Xiao Fan immediately realized that this was also a great opportunity to observe them. Just now, Xiao Fan used up the power of lightning to suppress the Soul Gathering Bowl, just to try it out with his divine thoughts and see this
What kind of situation are the two souls in? Is there a way to separate them? Due to the ability of the Soul Gathering Bowl to devour the divine thoughts, Xiao Fan did not dare to rashly penetrate the power of the divine thoughts into the bowl.
Xiao Fan's face condensed, and the power of his divine thoughts quietly penetrated out.
Under the investigation of divine thoughts, the situation in front of us suddenly changed. In everyone's eyes, the melee between the two groups of black shadows suddenly became clear, and it was a fierce battle between a ball of golden light and a ball of green light.
The golden light is emitted by the soul of Zhenjun Xuanming, while the green light comes from the old demon of the Powerful Spirit. Not only are the colors different, but the aura is not mixed.
Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as this is the case, there will be a chance to separate their souls.
However, when the divine thoughts were exploring further, Xiao Fan took another breath of air conditioning. From below his waist, the golden light and the green light were completely entangled. It was difficult to distinguish clearly from me and I.
"Hmph, junior, have you seen enough? If you have the ability, please separate us and rescue this old thief, Juebi."
Just as Xiao Fan was looking carefully, the sneer of the old demon Weiling sounded again.
The two souls, who were originally bitten into a ball, have also separated.
The middle-aged man transformed by the old demon spirit of Wei Ling looked at Xiao Fan coldly, with a sarcastic and disdainful look on his face. If Xiao Fan's cultivation level as he entered the middle stage of the Golden Pill, he was not even stable.
It is not too difficult to kill their already weak souls. But if you want to separate the souls they are entangled with, you can only kill his old demon, Wei Ling. It will not hurt the True Lord Xuanming, the Master Wei Ling.
I won't believe anything I say.
That's absolutely impossible!
Even if a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is here, I am afraid he will not have the ability.
Xiao Fan glanced at him lightly, bowed gently to the Zhenjun Xuanming on the side, and said loudly: "Senior Xuanming, I want to give it a try. But I'll tell you, I'm really not sure."
True Lord Xuanming laughed and said, "It's okay, just try it. I stopped this old demon back then and had already had the intention to die with him. Now that the soul has lived for more than a thousand more years, it's a profit. At worst, it's still
If you die with him, what's there to be afraid of?"
True Lord Xuanming is indeed a hero.
"Old ghost, are you crazy? Do you really want to be wiped out?"
Master Weiling couldn't help but roar with anger on his face.
"You must know that in the Middle Earth world today, the spiritual energy has gradually recovered. In a few years, those high-level monks who cannot be hidden will emerge one after another. As long as our former friends of the same level are still alive, they happen to be one of them.
.There is a way to separate us. At that time, you are you and I are me, and you go your separate ways. If you don’t fall into the river, wouldn’t it be better than to die together?"
Seeing that Xiao Fan was really planning to do anything, Zhenjun Xuan Ming also looked "satisfied" and the old demon could no longer pretend, and screamed in anger.
"Hehe, old demon. Are you afraid? I'm not as afraid of death as you! I've been in that dark soul gathering bowl for more than a thousand years. Ben Zhenjun has been tired of it for a long time. He will hold you together, even if he dies, he will have one.
He was on the back. Humph!"
"Old ghost, even if you don't think about yourself, you still think about these younger generations... This younger generation is your strongest disciple in Maoshan, right?" As he said that, the old demon Weiling looked at Liu Zheng: "Look. He
He is just a monk in the late stage of foundation building. He is a thousand miles apart from the descendant of the Wuji Sect with the surname Xiao. Don’t you want to pass on all your skills? As long as you agree to this sentence, I won’t
Stop you from teaching them skills.”
The old demon Weiling seemed to be really anxious and began to sow discord.
Xiao Fan and the others understood why Zhenjun Xuanming failed to pass on the unique skills of the amulet and the True Yuan Talisman to Liu Zheng. In conjunction, the old demon Weiling was always making trouble. Although I don’t know how the old demon made trouble
Yes, but their souls are integrated into one, and the old demon Wei Ling intends to hinder the true king of Xuanming from spreading the Dharma, so he must have his own way.
True Lord Xuan Ming laughed and said, "Old Demon, you are so embarrassed to show off such a childish provocation and discord? He really underestimated the heroes of the world. Xiao Xiao, don't worry about him, just try."
"Old ghost...ah..."
What else did the old demon Violin say? An electric arc flashed in front of his eyes and he couldn't help but scream.
Xiao Fan had already used the thunder summoning technique again and gave it to him without hesitation. The slender silver arc hit the head of the old demon Weiling incredibly accurately. The old demon's face suddenly twisted, and the black air surging.
, a look of pain appeared on his face.
At the same time, True Lord Xuanming also said a dull "hum", his upper body was twisted like the old demon of Virginity, and his face was full of pain.
When Xiao Fan released the arc, he had already used the magic power of the Heavenly Eyes. Under the gaze of the Heavenly Eyes, he saw that although the arc hit the head of the old demon Weiling, he was extremely entangled through the two of them.
The part was spread to the spiritual body of Zhenjun Xuanming.
It seems that the expression of Zhenjun Xuanming seems to be even more painful than that of the old demon Weiling.
Xiao Fan's fingers were closed and the arc was cut off.
After a while, Zhenjun Xuan Ming said, "My friend Xiao, your thunder-summoning technique should not be the Wuji inheritance, right? It seems to have a strong wild aura."
Xiao Fan quickly replied: "Senior Xuan Ming's eyes are as sharp as a torch. This is indeed not the Wuji inheritance, but the younger generation has obtained the power of the demon spirit by chance."
"The power of demon spirit? Haha, hahaha..."
Before Zhenjun Xuanming answered, the old demon Weiling had already laughed loudly, as if he had breathed a long sigh, and the big rock fell to the ground in his heart.
He is a demon cultivator, no wonder the thunder-summoning technique, which is derived from the power of the demon spirit, caused the damage to the True Lord Xuanming. As long as Xiao Fan throws the mouse and is afraid of weapons, at least he will be safe for the time being.
As for what he will do in the future, he has now fallen into such a field, so how can he think so far?
"So that's it, no wonder... If it was Taiyi Divine Thunder or Haoyang Divine Thunder, this old demon wouldn't be able to laugh."
Xiao Fan's eyes flashed and asked, "Senior Xuan Ming, can he severely injure the demon cultivator with the thunder and lightning of the primordial spirit of the senior and Master Weiling?"
True Lord Xuan Ming said: "It's theoretically, but it depends on the skill of the performer. If Xiaoyou Xiao is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage and can condense the power of yang thunder and lightning, then he can indeed bring us both.
The souls separate.”
The old demon Weiling sneered and said, "Did you hear it? Junior. You should go back and practice for hundreds of years first. When you have the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, come here to show off your power."
Xiao Fan looked at him and said calmly: "Senior Weiling, I'm afraid you're a little too happy..."
As he said that, he raised his hand.
With a loud bang, a big hole suddenly broke into the top of the basement, and a golden lightning shot down and bombarded heavily on the head of the Demon Virgin. The Demon Virgin screamed, and the black fog of the body churned,
Slightly fogs of mist disappeared without a trace with the golden lightning.
"Junior, what is this...thunder whip? Xuan Ming's old ghost's thunder whip? How is this possible?"
Then, the old demon Weiling screamed, his voice hoarse and full of disbelief.
The golden lightning bolt has now turned back into a golden thunder whip, floating above the heads of the two people's soul bodies, slowly rotating, exuding extremely powerful pressure.
Looking at the thunder whip, Zhenjun Xuan Ming was also a little stunned. After a while, he smiled and said, "This thunder whip is indeed the weapon I used back then. After so many years, I thought it had disappeared long ago...
Xiaoyou, where did you find it?"
Xiao Fan smiled slightly and said, "This thunder whip is in the hands of the statue of Wang Lingguan above. Part of the suppression power of the Lingguan Demon Subduing Array comes from this magic weapon from the previous year. Since the senior said,
The Supreme Sun God Thunder, such as Taiyi Divine Thunder and Haoyang Divine Thunder, can sweep away the demonic ghost cultivators. I want to borrow this thunder whip for use. This thunder whip is the weapon of my predecessors in the past, and I think it is God.
The soldiers are connected with spirits, and the thunder and lightning power of this thunder whip will definitely not harm the senior himself."
As he said that, he glanced at the spiritual body of the old demon Weiling.
Although it was the body of the soul, the old demon Wei Ling had already shown an extremely fearful look at the golden thunder whip on his head, and the black fog kept rolling, and it seemed that he was very scared.
Liu Zheng was surprised and happy, and a little ashamed, and asked hurriedly: "Master, can this thunder whip really distinguish between me? Forgive your disciples to be stupid, and you didn't understand the mystery before..."
This thunder whip has been placed in the Lingguan Palace of Qingxu Temple for hundreds of years, but Liu Zheng never thought that this thunder whip was the key to dealing with the old demon Weiling.
True Lord Xuan Ming smiled and said, "Liu Zheng, don't be upset. You don't have enough skills. Even if you know this, you can't drive the thunder whip. If you can't break the protection of the Soul Gathering Bowl, you don't know whether I and Wei."
What kind of situation is there between the old demons? The world of cultivation is the supreme strength. This is something that cannot be careless."
"Yes, I'm sure I'll receive the teachings!"
Liu Zheng bowed deeply and said respectfully.
True Lord Xuan Ming laughed and said to Xiao Fan: "My friend Xiao, take action. Although the power of lightning in your body is filled with the aura of demon spirit, it should not be a big deal for me after the transformation of my thunder whip.
.Although it is not guaranteed to be foolproof, it is also worth a try."
"Yes, my juniors obey the order."
Xiao Fan also bowed slightly and said respectfully.
"Zhengman Xiao, wait!"
Just as Xiao Fan raised his hand and was about to inject the power of lightning into the thunder whip above his head, the old demon Wei Ling finally came to his senses and shouted hurriedly.
Seeing that the disaster of falling was right in front of him, the old demon finally put away all his arrogance.
The "junior" who had been uttering before turned into "Zhengren Xiao" in a blink of an eye!