If you hesitate, you will miss out on the best opportunity. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Just when Lei Qiansong was entangled with Mu Yang, and the latter couldn't bear to start, Duan Yeyu's movements had stabilized, and the flute in his hand was ready.

This scene changes extremely quickly, if the flute sounds again, the distance between Muyang and Lei Qiansong is the closest. With just one move, Muyang will definitely be seriously injured. To his brother, he would never be a killer. But once the potential is fully stimulated, even Muyang can't completely defend against it. The situation is very critical and changing rapidly, and Muyang no longer has time to make the most rational decision.

Surrounded by gangqi, Lei Qiansong turned around and threw himself at Duan Yeyu with all his strength, and his last reason told him to take the flute in his hand. But in his current state, he doesn't even have a one-tenth chance.

Bang! Bang! Grabbed his shoulders fiercely, but Duan Yeyu smiled mysteriously, and his figure suddenly became illusory. The afterimage flashed, and it opened up a distance. The flute finally sounded again, and the sound waves rang out layer by layer.

In the next second, the black witch worm in Lei Qiansong's body could no longer be suppressed, and it raged wildly. There was a black glint in his eyes, and he completely lost his mind. The figure paused, and slowly turned around. A long hair flew up completely.

One breath after another circulated on him, and the effect of the black witch insect was to stimulate all the strength of the cultivator. The meridians burst rapidly, and even the lines on the face could be seen. Clenched hands, the palms of the palms burst with energy!

"Kill you...... Kill you......" muttered to himself, stepped forward, and the afterimage flashed, blocking in front of Muyang. The seal changed, and it slammed forward. Bang, boom, instinctive defense, the figure quickly retreated.

The afterimage continued to flicker, a hundredfold faster than just now. It was the Black Witch Worm that brought out all of Lei Qiansong's potential. Even if Muyang is full of firepower, Lei Qiansong also has the power to fight.

His heart sank, and Mu Yang knew that this situation must be hopeless. But you can't just ruin it in your own hands. The two rays of light and shadow flickered and collided with each other, and Muyang had been taking a defensive posture.

It is not a way to go on like this, and it is completely occupied by Duan Yeyu. Lin Lin stared at this scene deadly, although his soul power had not recovered to its peak, Mu Yang was in a critical moment, and he couldn't leave it alone.

As soon as the lotus step moved, the delicate body quickly spun up. Ignoring so much, purple pupils flashed to judge Duan Yeyu's direction. Powerful soul power was condensed in his hands, and even a black flame was diffused.

Bang! Boom! A piece of training spread, and Duan Yeyu's figure disappeared. But in the next second, Lin Lin appeared behind him again. The jade hand flew and slapped it fiercely. Bang! The two of them fell backwards at the same time.

Without the slightest hesitation, Linlin continued to attack. Every second counts, and if there is a chance to breathe, everything is over. In a few moments, it was a clash of hundreds of moves. Duan Yeyu became very weird, and the exercises were unpredictable.

Bullying forward, Ruan Linlin appeared in front of Duan Yeyu unconsciously with the ethereal power of his soul. Reaching out, he grabbed the flute: "Manipulate others, what kind of man, break it for me!" A powerful soul power surged in his palm.

Poof, crack, crack, crack, and smack, the energy spreads, forming bursts of electric arcs. I can't imagine that this flute is so strong, and such a powerful force can't be destroyed. The two are entangled in a whirlpool.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Soul Saintess, I am very lucky to be able to fight you today. I have no future for Duan Yeyu, so everything is out of the way, it depends on whether you have this determination!"

A tornado is formed, and the arc spreads continuously. Powerful explosions erupted in all directions. Boom, boom, stalemate, entangled, Lin Lin frowned, feeling that the consumption of strength was getting more and more serious.

We cannot continue like this, and we must do it quickly. The soul power rose, and there was a burning pain in the meridians. The black arc in his hand became stronger and stronger. Poof! Purple eyes flashed, as if I could see the structure of the flute.

"Break it for me!" Bang! The flute exploded with a bang, and debris flew up. Ruan Linlin stepped a little, and a force surged behind him, which was able to stabilize. A pale flash flashed on her pretty face, it was too much consumption!

The cloak was scattered and embarrassed, but Duan Yeyu's eyes were still full of coldness and murderous intent: "Hehe...... You think I won't be able to control Lei Qiansong like this? It's naïve!"

The mother worm and the previous host are not connected by the sound of a flute, but the most fundamental thing is each other's breath. As soon as his mind moved, Lei Qiansong suddenly roared: "Ah......" The aura is even more violent, and the moves are more ruthless.

Bang, bang, boom! The chain exploded, and Muyang retreated continuously. Just as Lei Qiansong was about to attack again, his figure suddenly forcibly stopped, and a huge force restrained him, no matter how he struggled, he still froze in place.

"Useless thing, this little trick can't be resisted, how can I be a member of the Dry Bone Sect?" An old, ethereal, but extremely majestic voice came, echoing throughout the deep valley of Xuanhuo.

In the next second, behind the struggling Lei Qiansong, a huge phantom appeared. It is said to be a phantom, but it looks very solid. It was his strength that imprisoned Lei Qiansong and made him unable to move.

"Hmph, isn't it just a black witch worm, they tortured you so painfully, in the end, it is still not enough to cultivate! How can my withered old man's inheritance be so useless!" The sound wave was so strong, even Mu Yang frowned.

Powerful aura winding, round and round. Lei Qiansong roared in pain, and the two forces fought in his body. A moment later, a large black cloud appeared in the sky, and a skull throne appeared.

Suddenly, Lei Qiansong calmed down, and his whole temperament changed. The aura was extremely powerful, and he slowly walked up to the Skeleton Throne, turned around, and sat down majestically: "Just juniors, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of the old man!"

As soon as the seal changed, a huge and incomparably dead air emerged. I saw a black hole appear on Lei Qiansong's chest. Rapidly spinning, the entire area was enveloped in this aura.

A black light shot out, and a strange bug was wrapped in it. It burns in the air and instantly turns into ashes. Lei Qiansong raised his hand and waved, and an invisible pressure rushed towards Duan Yeyu: "Kneel down for the old man!"

There was a muffled sound, and Duan Yeyu fell to his knees uncontrollably. The strong pressure made him unable to move for half a minute. Muyang finally reacted at this moment: "You are ...... A dry-hearted old man from a thousand years ago?"

That's right, at this moment, Lei Qiansong's body was not under his control, but was replaced by a withered old man. The mother worm of the black witch worm was also easily forced out by him. This person is the ancestor of the Dry Bone Sect.

"Well, you're not bad, your temperament, qualifications, and strength are all superior, but your exercises are too chaotic, and you have to adjust them yourself!

For Muyang, the old man with a dry heart actually gave such a high evaluation. With a turn of his eyes, he stared at Duan Yeyu coldly: "Although your methods are very despicable, but if you can do this, the old man has to look up to you a few points!"