Although the Witch God Cult is quite famous in the land of cholera today, many sects are quite fearful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But in the heyday of the Dry Bone Sect, when the old man with a dry heart still existed, it was not worth mentioning at all.

Therefore, even if the dry-hearted old man said this, he still scoffed at Duan Yeyu. The exercises are similar, and the methods of cultivation are also similar. But in a certain way, the Dry Bone Sect is much brighter than the Witch God Sect.

At least, the current sect master of the Dry Bone Sect would not teach a disciple who was as unscrupulous as Duan Yeyu and could use anything. Therefore, in the eyes of the dry-hearted old man, his heir is much more noble than Duan Yeyu.

With a wave of his hand, a big transparent hand appeared above Duan Yeyu's head: "For the sake of how much ability you have, the old man can leave you a whole corpse, so that you still have a little dignity, do you have consciousness?"

The body was completely controlled, and that strange power could not be used. Duan Yeyu's face was hideous, and he kept trying to struggle: "Lei Qiansong, I can't imagine that in the end, you won." Am I doomed to fall into your hands in this life?"

His eyes changed, and he seemed to react suddenly: "Haha...... No, you are not you at all now, the old man with a dry heart, the first ancestor of the legendary Dry Bone Sect, it is an honor for me to die in your hands!"

Knowing that there was no hope, knowing that he had been defeated, Duan Yeyu also let it go. In this world, the law of the jungle is the most basic law, since the strength is not enough, planting is planting, there are no complaints.

The huge palm slowly fell, and Duan Yeyu's breath was squeezed little by little. It seems that the withered old man has no intention of keeping his hand at all. There is no difference between the seniors and the younger generations here, only the strength is strong and weak.

Mu Yang stared at this scene, he knew that he didn't have the ability to confront the old man with a dry heart. Even in the heyday, when all the power of the demon king broke out, his own foundation was still a little short, and he had no chance of winning.

However, now is not the time, the Heavenly Absolute Divine Water has not been found, and Mu Rushuang doesn't know what happened, so Duan Yeyu still has an effect, and it can't be said that it will be ruined just like this: "Senior, slow down!"

"Huh?" With a sharp glance in his eyes, he almost shattered Linlin's soul power enchantment in an instant, and a crack appeared in the middle. I was shocked: "The predecessors of a thousand years ago are really not something we can resist!"

Knowing that you can't do it, there are some things that you can't help but do, even if you know that there is an impregnable wall ahead. Mu Yang took a step forward and forcibly resisted the huge coercive aura: "Senior, can you listen to me?"

Hands stretched out, slightly arched. Polite honorific title, but the attitude is neither humble nor arrogant: "Senior, Duan Yeyu can't die yet." First, now that the Dry Bone Sect and the Witch God Sect are not at odds, if Duan Yeyu falls, the Witch God Sect Leader will definitely investigate it to the end. You don't understand the current situation, and it will be very difficult for the Dry Bone Sect to do it then!"

"Second, the reason why this night rain suddenly became so strong was because there were powerful people behind him. And the purpose of our trip has not yet been achieved, Duan Yeyu still has a key role!"

Hearing this, the dry-hearted old man still disdainful: "Just a little Huangkou, don't think that the old man praises you a few words, and you can teach the old man a lesson." What if the old man wants to destroy it at any time?"

What the withered old man hates most in his life is that someone is pointing fingers at him. What he can't do, he just has to do. Duan Yeyu can't die? He just wants him to die. With a huge palm, Duan Yeyu screamed in pain.

At this moment, another voice came from Lei Qiansong's body: "Ancestor, disciple beg, now is not the time!" I didn't expect Lei Qiansong's divine sense to be awake at this time, and he wanted to control his body.

"Hmph, are you going to disobey the old man's will? If the old man hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid you would have died in the hands of that kid, and now you actually want to confront the old man?"

Mu Yang and Ruan Linlin were surprised to find that the skull throne generated a Dao air current, which surrounded Lei Qiansong's body, and then turned into white bones and wrapped it in clusters. Two souls struggle in the middle.

In the Divine Consciousness Space, Lei Qiansong knelt on the ground: "Junior disciple of the Dry Bone Sect, see Ancestor! But can Ancestor listen to me, this night rain really can't die, I can't be a trouble for my master, I can't end it!"

The old man with a dry heart put his hands behind his back and sneered: "The current Dry Bone Sect has not fallen to such a point? Today's kid, the old man has to be killed, what can you do with this stubborn boy?"

Lei Qiansong simply stood up, his face resolute: "If the ancestor insists on this, then don't blame the juniors for being disrespectful." This body is mine, so I can have absolute dominance!"

Above the body, the white bones creaked, and the two forces fought each other. Suddenly, a green light poured out from Lei Qiansong's chest. It was the pendant of the spirit of the sacred tree. In an instant, the essence covered his whole body.

The pillar of light rose into the sky, and the clouds slowly dispersed. This is the power of the wood spirit, and it is full of vitality all around. Mu Yang and Ruan Linlin closed their eyes, feeling that their breath had recovered a lot.

Bang, bang, the bone skeleton exploded, and the Bone Throne vanished. Lei Qiansong stood in the air, his hands spread out, and the power of the wood spirit on it was surrounded. The cloudiness in his eyes gradually disappeared and became clear.

"Ancestor, I'm sorry! Thank you for your rescue this time. But before I can control this power, you might as well sleep for the time being!" The power of the wood spirit was instantly absorbed, sealing the remnant soul of the withered old man.

Slowly descending, the strength of the wood spirit power exceeded imagination, and Lei Qiansong had basically recovered. With his hands behind his back, he swept around, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, something he had never felt before.

At this time, Duan Yeyu saw that things were not good, and secretly wanted to retreat and escape. With a twist of his body, he burst out with all his strength and quickly fled to the rear. In the next second, Lei Qiansong smiled coldly: "Don't give up at this time?"

Raised his hand and waved, flicked his fingers, and a burst of energy shot out. There was a muffled sound, and Duan Yeyu half-knelt on the ground: "It was a dry bone just now, as for what it is for, you can try it yourself!"

Staring at Lei Qiansong fiercely, Duan Yeyu barely stood up, and wanted to escape. Immediately afterwards, there was a bone-chilling coldness in the body, as if the meridians would be imprisoned. Hands on the ground: "What the hell did you do?"

"Huh...... It is just to govern others the way they do. There is a powerful death qi on the white bones, as long as you make a move, the death qi will permeate every meridian, life is better than death!

To be ruthless and decisive, Lei Qiansong will not lose to Duan Yeyu at all. The Dry Bone Sect's means are no less than those of the Witch God Sect. It's just that Lei Qiansong doesn't want to use this method many times, and even disdains it!

But now is an extraordinary period, and Duan Yeyu can't use ordinary people's thinking to judge, so to deal with villains, it is natural to use villains. This is also Lei Qiansong's first time exerting it, and his strength may be a little too much.