Yin and Yang Mirror, Soul-Suppressing Whip, Nether Fire Treasure Mirror, Blood Spike, Xuanyuan**, and the five most powerful treasures roared at the scroll together. Countless black gas was beaten into nothingness, and it was difficult to condense.
Unwillingly roared, and even cursed, came into the consciousness of the five people. However, as the wind and thunder slashed into the white scroll, the magic sound gradually dissipated, and only the white scroll that was about to be kept below was still there.
There was no movement in the void. Although there was no control of black gas, the white scroll did not fall to the ground.
"My junior brothers, I'm not polite to you. Whoever gets it will belong to you, come here first! Can you get it?"
The blood shadow was filled with joy. Although there were still injuries, I saw that the Condor Heroes were about to be obtained, so I no longer cared about the injuries on my body.
"Okay!" said the other four people.
The five sons were side by side, the same distance from the white scroll, which means that the opportunities were equal. Put away their respective magic weapons, and the five people shouted loudly at the same time.
"Wind and Thunder Slash!",,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
"Nine Sorrows Return to One!" said the Destruction Love
"Demonized" Demonized Love
"Slaying of Heaven!" Killing Love
"Bloody!" said the bloodthirsty love
In an instant, five extremely sharp forces rushed towards the white scroll, blood red, dark, gray, silver white, and purple blue, and five different colors of true qi appeared in the same direction at the same time, making crackling sounds! A pure power contest,
There is no skill at all. Using skills at this time is tantamount to giving up opportunities actively!
bump!
Zla...
boom!
The intertwined power is trembling and difficult to solve. It is more than ten feet away from the scroll. No one can get close to the scroll! The five people's faces remain unchanged, and they are desperately circulating their true energy, staring at the front,
Mana continues to surge forward, replenishing the powerful consumption of the collision......
The Demon Temple, Long Ming could no longer suppress the black air in the depths of his soul. The black air was already covered with black air on his head, and his face turned rosy and dark brown. Although he did not look ferocious, he was obviously confused at this moment and had a trace of consciousness.
Demonized state!
The soul of the ancient demon master was furious when the remnant soul was destroyed. He no longer waited patiently to refine the demon saint's soul, but chose to swallow it forcibly. Even though this would consume his original demonic energy, he could no longer care about these things.
Now!
"Long Ming, I advise you to give up! Let me possess your body and not insult you! Otherwise, you will not only die, but also destroy everything you have! You have to think about it!" A figure said
It came from the depths of Long Ming's soul.
Holding the pain of Cui Xin, Long Ming's spiritual consciousness replied: "Ancient Demon, you are just a wisp of the main soul consciousness from countless years ago. You are injured by my power and forced into my soul. You are despicable and shameless!
If you want to refine me, it depends on whether you have the ability! If necessary, you would rather self-destruct than let you achieve success!”
The voice paused and immediately roared: "The soul explodes, see if I will give you a chance!" Say it, and the strong stinging pain seemed to pierce the depths of Long Ming's wronged soul, making him almost unconscious
In the past! But the strong obsession made him spit a few mouthfuls of essence and blood, and steadily controlled his soul!
One person and one soul were crazily blasting, the ancient demon wanted to resurrect and occupy Long Ming's body, and he had to leave this place as soon as possible and rush to the strange space. Otherwise, the scroll and the Condor Heroic Order fell into the hands of the Five Son, and his plan would not be
Will succeed. As a level 15 demon cultivator, Long Ming has been incredibly powerful in his cultivation and soul. If it weren't for the ancient demon eroding for more than ten thousand years, the power of the soul alone would be enough to kill the other party! At this time,
The opponent is tantamount to self-harm, but there is no other way!
Thumb thumb......
The sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the hall, and a woman with an extremely graceful figure rushed in quickly.
"Father, you?" The person who came was shocked, his mouth was wide open, and he could not die to look at Long Ming struggling. Yes, the person who came was Long Yan'er.
An inexplicable feeling made Long Yan'er extremely depressed and uneasy, unable to say anything, but she felt the danger coming. While the Earth Demon Soul-killing Formation was being prepared in full swing, if something happened in the Demon Saint Temple, the Demon Cultivation General
She fell into a state of doom, so she came to Long Ming to discuss countermeasures, but she did not expect to see this strange scene!
"Father, no...who are you? You actually want to invade your father's body and soul!" Long Yan'er, who was only in the middle stage of distraction, suddenly saw something wrong. The black gas above Long Ming's head became more and more condensed.
Long Ming's breath weakened, and a strange soul aura spread out, which was the soul power of the ancient demon!
Without an answer, Long Ming's eyes closed, and his whole person had entered the spiritual world and began a desperate battle with the ancient demon. Success will lead to escape from control, and failure will lead to no retribution!
Long Yan'er was shocked and quickly took out the Jiutian Xuanqin and played the fingers...
Dongdong....
With one finger, an extremely gentle force burst out from the strings, passing through Long Ming's body like the spring breeze of Hemu.
But when Long Ming's body shook for a moment, he fell into a coma again! Moreover, the strange soul power seemed to have grown a lot, making Long Ming's soul aura weaken again!
"No! Father..." Long Yan'er was anxious. She felt colic and struggle for the first time in her life. If this continues, Long Ming will be unable to save her. 1
"Come on, beat the demon gathering drum! Hurry!" Long Yan'er's voice suddenly came out, making the demon cultivators outside the secret room unclear. The demon gathering drum will not be understood unless the demon temple is facing the destruction of the devil temple
It will be knocked, not only gathering demon cultivators, but also allowing each inheritor of demon cultivator to gain more powerful power than usual.
In other words, Long Ming, as the current inheritor of the demon cultivator, will gain the inheritance power of the demon-gathering drum!
But this drum must not be easily tapped. It cannot be easily used without the line of life and death. With the sound of the drum, all demon cultivators over level 14 must immediately gather in the hall, even if it is a huge matter, it cannot be delayed.
The commander of the Wanli Front, the Guard and the Demon King are no exception!
"Princess, this..." a short old man replied in a hoarse voice. The short demon cultivator had no idea what was going on here through a layer of ban, and of course he did not execute it immediately!
"Now! Or die!" Long Yan'er's eyes bleed, as if a fairy's lotus pod had become a trace of blood at this moment. Long Ming gave him most of his life happiness, how could he be killed like this?!
"Princess,,,,,"
"Shut up, kill the violator!" Long Yan'er was about to be furious. If this short old man had persisted like this, she would definitely praise him, but at what time now, what rules would he have! Only gather the power of all demons to gather
Only by dealing with that strange soul aura will there be a slight possibility!