During the Battle of the Sun, Li Tianming had seen the lethality of it combined with the Star Sea Divine Ship, and he had long been crying.
"Although there is still a lack of phantom gods in the floating world, the Eight Ghosts are the weapons of this pair of phantom gods. With them cooperating with my burial of the Nine Dragons Emperor, my infinite star-sea divine ship will definitely kill a large area in one go!"
As we all know, what the Star Sea Divine Ship lacks is control capabilities.
Why is it scary for the Huantian God Clan to control the Star Sea Divine Ship?
It is because their own phantom gods can provide control capabilities for the Star Sea Divine Ship, making the Star Sea Divine Ship's bombardment more accurate.
Inside the burial site of Emperor Kowloon, the micro-ink stains have been divided into fifty. Those considerate sisters have come out. Their eyelashes are trembling slightly, their breathing is rapid, and their faces are reddish. They are facing the sudden heavy responsibilities and challenges.
There is some tension.
A small part of Ji Ji's body is in the internal star source of the Nine Dragon Emperor's Burial. Its spirit body is still beside Li Tianming. At this moment, she rolled her eyes, urging Wei Sheng Mo Ran and her sisters, and said impatiently: "
Okay, let’s just show off and show off, get in line and follow me.”
Infinite phantom god!
And it is extremely mature, not the phantom god embryo obtained by Li Tianming, which needs to germinate slowly.
The size of this phantom god is quite large.
Fortunately, Weisheng Moran and her sisters, with the nourishment of Yanhuang Blood Soul and the patient cultivation of countless strong men of the Sword God Lin family, finally achieved the Emperor Realm and reached the Little Sky Star Realm, and their physical fitness has reached the upper level.
The peak of God completely digested the Eternal Night Divine Whale and the Sky Divine Sea.
Otherwise, Li Tianming would not dare to let them carry eight ghosts now.
"Meng Ying's eight ghosts are much more powerful than Feng Qingyoumeng's eight ghosts. You must be careful, patient, and keep a steady pace." Li Tianming warned.
"Understood, good brother." The sisters said in unison. Each one of them was carved out of the same mold, with long dark green hair and eyes, firm and tenacious eyes, forming a beautiful landscape.
Their gentle, dedicated eyes actually made Li Tianming a little embarrassed.
After the eight ghosts of 'Feng Qing Meng Die' were sent in, their first step was to suck out all the eight ghost patterns on the opponent's star particles through contact, and then divided them into fifty parts.
It is carried by fifty sisters.
The process of absorption is not difficult, the process of carrying is difficult!
They are still in the realm of gods, and using flesh and blood to carry the divine patterns of stars and particles is itself very difficult for them.
But there is no way, there is only one chance.
"It may be very painful. Once it fails, the consequences will be disastrous. Do you want to try?" Before executing, Li Tianming asked for their opinions one last time.
"Yes." Weisheng Moran didn't look back. They telepathically realized that the fifty sisters all had soft smiles on their faces. They seemed gentle, but deep down they were extremely determined on this matter.
The sun, all living things, and Li Tianming have all reached the moment of life and death.
Every moment, they want to contribute their own strength and share Li Tianming's worries.
Li Tianming brought them out of the sea of suffering, but their souls were damaged. After they determined to repay Li Tianming, they became even more determined.
"good!"
Without further ado, headed by Wei Sheng Mo Ran, they surrounded Feng Qing Mengdie and began to peel off the billions of divine patterns from the body of the infinite level phantom god of the eight ghosts.
This is a heaven-defying talent created by the 'Wumeng Immortal Lord' for their sisters. They use it very naturally, as if they are instinctive.
"No wonder Mengying desires their ability."
Li Tianming stood aside and watched over them, watching the billions of white ghost-like powers of the God Pattern pouring into their bodies.
The Eight Ghosts are different from the Eternal Night Divine Whale and the Sky Divine Sea. It is a very vicious and resentful phantom god that also interferes with the mind. It not only disturbs the enemy's mind, but also easily makes oneself crazy and possessed.
Therefore, when these phantom gods entered their bodies, Li Tianming could immediately feel their discomfort, and as time passed, this discomfort turned into pain and struggle.
Their faces turned pale one by one, and each of them seemed to be transformed into eight ghosts. Their delicate bodies were releasing astonishing evil energy, and their hands, feet, and bodies were all trembling slightly.
In this moment of tension and struggle, Li Tianming saw them silently reaching out and holding each other's hands almost at the same time. Everyone formed a circle to bear this painful fate together.
They are not fighting alone!
Fifty sisters whose lives are connected and whose hearts are connected have formed a rope. This warm, united and simple collective makes them become one at this moment. Each heart is accompanied by forty-nine others.
In this way, what is there to fear about the difficulties in the world?
The divine patterns of the eight ghosts are like trillions of ghosts and wronged souls, pouring into their delicate bodies and engraved on their flesh and blood. This is a complex and huge project, and every detail is cast.
They all come from thousands of years of carving by Feng Qing Meng Die. Even if there are fifty of them, it would be difficult for them to undertake such a creation in a short period of time.
Every moment is endless physical torture.
In Li Tianming's eyes, these fifty identical black-haired beauties broke out in cold sweat, their lips were slightly white, and the pain was so deep that he could no longer control it and let out suppressed screams of pain.
This made Li Tianming so nervous that his heart rose to his throat.
"You don't know your character, but you still think there are fifty young ladies inside to give birth to your baby." Yinghuo complained.
"Ahem!"
Li Tianming could only say that his mood was similar.
Nervous and looking forward to it.
He actually believed in them, because they were really a group of women with very strong willpower. They were single-minded and would never flinch or hesitate.
Therefore, he only hopes that this process can end quickly and they will all suffer less.
In front of them, they were still holding hands tightly, fifty of them as one body. The eight ghostly gods were like the sea, flowing on their tall and delicate bodies. They swam across the mountain peaks and crossed the deep sea. The violent power shook their clothes.
It was blown away, making everything become white and translucent...
"How are you, good disciple?" Lin Xiaodao heard some movement inside and asked outside.
"Bai Qida." Li Tianming closed the accompanying space in advance, with an upright look on his face and said intently.
"What the hell? I'm asking you, can they handle the eight ghosts?" Lin Xiaodao asked confused.
"Oh ah... the problem should not be small. Oh no, the problem should be big... Wrong! The problem is not big!"
When Li Tianming said these words, he almost bit off his tongue.