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The Night Lion saw very clearly, the Servant Spirit Ancestor came in person, even though there were six Six Desires Heavenly Demons, two of whom were only one line away from the realm of the Great Tribulation, but against this veteran Great Tribulation Grandmaster, there was still no chance of winning.

At this time, he had to complain about the ghost disgust, the efficiency was really not high, otherwise there was some Qin Xing's kung fu to enter the demon, how could the changes on the array plate not be urged to the extreme? If so, according to the deduction of several demon lords, they could not fight with the Serving Spirit Ancestor.

The nine monks flew away early, and counting the distance they had kept before, at this time, it was about thirty miles away from the Tissot tide, but it was at most fifteen miles away from the Ancestor of the Serving Spirit.

For a Great Tribulation Grandmaster, this is too close!

A series of messy thoughts flashed in his heart, and the night lion doubted whether he had been dyed and melted by the Demon Lord of the Filthy Abyss, and at this moment, in front of him on the left, Wan Mi, who had just met and was forcibly pulled into the battle, was holding the mirror and shedding tears, but he didn't know what stimulation he was aroused, and he actually rushed away from Zheng Mancheng's control, and screamed loudly:

"Yikes!"

The sound waves turned into substance, passing over the sea, like a broken string, like a flying sword, colliding with the spirit bird.

Such a response is really rough and clumsy to the extreme. Before the monks could scold, dozens of electric rings exploded, pushing and twisting each other, and the continuous explosion of arc waves and the plasma that was almost condensed into a liquid state made the Demon Sect monks gasp.

Now there is no wrench to throw away, even if they are now some distance away from the Tissot tide, and they are really hit, there is still no good fruit to eat.

They didn't even have time to complain about Zheng Mancheng, but at this time, Wan Mi, who had just broken through the catastrophe, suddenly stepped forward again, opened his mouth, and sucked his lips, this time it was really a long whale sucking water, and the sea in front of him was actually set off by the suction force in an instant, a huge wave several feet high, like a tsunami.

The current is guided by the seawater, jumping in the waves like a jiao, but in the end it seems to be clamped by some kind of force, overflowing and flying strong, quickly extinguished, and Wanmi's mouth is like a bottomless pit, ten thousand catties of sea water and the lightning of the thunder, all into the abdomen.

The monks were dumbfounded.

But soon, they saw that behind Wan Mi's head, a round light rose, and the Filthy Abyss Demon Lord was lying on his side, manifesting in it, and the surging power pressed the sea surface as flat as a mirror plate in a radius of ten zhang, and there was not even a single ripple.

This is the blessing of the Demon Lord...... Or it is called dyeing, and Wan Mi has become the center of the power transfer and hedging on both sides of the Demon Lord of the Filthy Abyss and the Soul Ancestor.

There was a muffled explosion on the ground, and the monks could see that the figure of Wanmi in front of them suddenly swelled in a circle, and the bones of the whole body made a dense and continuous sound of shattering, and they fell backwards. At this time, it can be seen that the person has seven orifices spurting blood, and his eyes have been directly squeezed out, revealing a pair of holes in black and red.

This is all reasonable, whether it is the Demon Lord of the Filthy Abyss or the Servant Spirit Ancestor, its strength is not something that a step cultivator can withstand, and if it is not immediately shattered, it can be called a strange thing.

"What about the formation?"

Splitting the light to collect his mind, while asking, while rubbing his eyes, affected by the backlash, the nine pupils on his face have disappeared, and it is not easy to use it for a while, but when he looked at the night lion again, he saw that he did not react at all, and his eyes were still looking directly at Wan Mi's side.

He was stunned, and then lost his voice.

I saw that Wan Mi, who was originally in the shape of a rag doll, stood up again at some point, from head to toe, the torn wounds were all sealed, the bones of the whole body seemed to be glued back by something, and the body shape was restored to its original state, and then he slowly retreated to his original position, his face was expressionless, and the only thing that was not repaired was the pair of eyeballs that had exploded.

At this time, the hollow eye sockets were emitting red gold flames, which seemed to suck people's souls, and there were also electric lights under the skin that occasionally escaped and dispersed, obviously digesting the aftermath of the spiritual death.

You can also see that a round of light under his feet is circulating, reflecting through the sea water, which echoes the array of light paths in the depths of the sea water, and there are also other people's feet, but they are by no means as detailed and clear as him.

From this, it is clear that Wanmi is no longer Wanmi.

At this time, it turned into a puppet and merged with the array given by the old crow, and became the carrier of the mana of the Demon Lord of the Filthy Abyss, with great power, but once the formation was scattered, it was difficult for this person to even leave the ashes.

Knowing this, everyone's hearts are full of cold air, if they are infected by demons, is this the end?

In any case, with this puppet here, the immediate benefits are still obvious, not to mention the soaring combat power, completely dragged by the array control of Wan Mi, all the monks can retreat with one mind, opening a safe distance - if the Spirit Ancestor let them leave.

The Servant Spirit Ancestor did not catch up.

At least relative to the retreat of the monks, the demon dragon under the throne of the old ancestor of the spirit was quite unhurried, and it flew at the forefront of the thunder storm, as if it was pressing the formation, slowly advancing.

Night Lion and the others exchanged glances a few times, and they all realized that something was wrong. Looking at the appearance of the Spirit Ancestor, there is a distance from the Tissot tide, but keep in sync, this is to protect the Tissot tide and go all the way to the Nine Palaces Demon Domain!

"How long are you going to put it off?"

Under the pressure of the Spirit Ancestor, the Night Lion was really a little irritable, but he also knew that there was not a good reason to complain about ghosts at this time. With the situation of the ghost at this time, the puppet of Wanmi has already had a bit of a "disregard for a qiē" flavor, and everyone in the know knows what kind of pressure and crisis that guy is under.

But...... So what? It doesn't matter if it's the Night Lion or someone else, they only care about the outcome!

In front of the chessboard, the ghost was tired of looking at the chessboard quietly, from the appearance of the Servant Spirit Ancestor to the present, the few people who were hidden behind the curtain still did not have any instructions, and maintained a cold silence.

Although he didn't speak, the meaning was clear: block him...... It's your task.

And the understanding of the ghost is that it doesn't matter if it can be blocked or not, just "return to the position" when it is time to "return to the position"!

Refining Wan Mi into a demon-dyed puppet is the right decision, and it is also a choice out of desperation, if not, if you are derelict in your duty, the consequences do not need to be said. But the power of the Demon Lord of the Filthy Abyss, which was soaring up from this, increased the pressure of dyeing by more than one level when it turned around from him?

The old crow and others are definitely happy to see it happen.

You must know that even a free heavenly demon like Raven Lao doesn't want to face a great tribulation master with a decisive heart to the death, and if he wants to reduce the loss, what is more effective than immediately enhancing the Nine Palaces Demon Domain?

Ghost disgust is currently the identity of the "great tonic", if the spirit ancestor lands directly in the sky above the Nine Palace Demon Domain, he will start vigorously, come to a life and death, and disrupt the situation, it is an opportunity for the ghost to be disgusted;

This one is still his opportunity, it is clearly a life talisman!