The mournful rhythm was accompanied by the sword light and fists of the flying shadow, and the scale became more and more desolate and desolate, gradually turning into a silent sound, but it did exist when you listened carefully, as if it was integrated into this space, quietly hidden, and the evil spirits who bore the brunt of it roared angrily, instinctively feeling the danger.

Shi Kuang shot with all his might, although his power was not as powerful as Su Manman's fierce fist, and it was not as dazzling as Lin Tianxing's sword light.

However, this kind of moisturizing and silent attack technique was like an invisible arrow feather from the light, quickly turning into a cold sharp sword, sliding towards the throat of the evil spirit, passing through silently, and slashing at the barrier.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, such a terrifying guy comparable to an immortal was cut down by Shi Kuang so lightly? Could it be that the throat is the vital part of the evil soul?

The balance slowly tilted towards Mingzun, and Mingzun also thought that the evil soul was hanging like this, but the momentum of the tilt was only a little lower, and the terrifying aura of the evil soul had already covered the sky and bloomed fiercely, pulling the balance to balance.

The blood spilling from the throat of the evil soul was extremely terrifying, not a normal bright red, nor a strange demon blue, but a strange liquid with a different color.

Between gray and dark blue, the wound of the invisible sharp cut was healing rapidly, and a few breaths were completely healed.

Shi Kuang, who used Jiao Lanqin, was actually not easy, that blow almost consumed all the true yuan, the fingers on the strings trembled slightly, and Gu Jingwubo's face finally flashed with emotion.

Shi Kuang has rarely failed in the immortal cultivation realm, and many monks who have cultivated to strengthen him in several great realms can always turn defeat into victory after he sacrifices Jiao Lanqin, and no one has ever been able to ignore Jiao Lanqin's strength.

It is equivalent to the scale of the heyday's blow, and with the assistance of Lin Tianxing and the Su sisters, it doesn't seem to have any effect on the evil spirit?

Everyone looked at Mingzun, and only he could give an answer.

If the evil spirits can't be defeated, they can completely split the barrier that gives birth to cracks and escape, this kind of terrifying guy is still more appropriate to leave to the powerhouses of the immortal cultivation realm to deal with, isn't there still Qin Qiuhe, who is known as the first person in the immortal cultivation realm? There are not a few Mahayana monks of the Confucian Buddhist sect.

Ming Zun on the other side of the scale was silent for a long time: "It's not ineffective, I can feel that this guy's momentum is declining, don't be discouraged, just continue to attack, no matter how much blood he has, there will be a time when it will drain." ”

Everyone couldn't help but feel sorry in their hearts, they heard another meaning, the founder of the Demon Sect, the legend of an era seems to be more worried about them running away collectively, but think about it, everyone can run, but he can't run, God Cry connects him and the evil spirit, the two pull each other's qi, either side suddenly stops, and it is bound to accept the other party's thunderous blow.

As if seeing everyone's inner thoughts, Mingzun said: "Don't hurry up and make a move, the true yuan of the deity is about to dry up......"

These words made everyone frightened, the reason why their attack was able to hit the evil soul was mainly because the divine cry suppressed the evil spirit, if Mingzun couldn't hold it, he would die, and everyone would have to follow in the footsteps.

The pace of the attack sped up a few points, Jing Yao was stunned, the Ling Xiao Seven Illusion Sword Technique had no effect on the evil spirit, and the damage of the Heavenly Sword Code seemed to be difficult to break through.

She couldn't help but wonder if she still had the means to wreak havoc on the spirits.

Jing Yao's confusion is also the confusion of other people, not only Jing Yao's offensive is in vain, Shi Kuang's full force blows are still in vain, not to mention the others, Lin Tianxing's sword light can leave traces on the evil spirit's body, Su Manman's fist is like thunder, just let the evil soul shake his body.

Su Tiansheng's strange fire divine wind was more like itching, and he didn't know if Qin Chaoran deliberately kept it or really couldn't cause damage to the evil spirit, and the sword light of the demonic flames was stunned and slashed elsewhere, always a slight error of thousands of miles.

Relatively speaking, Jing Yao moved out of the spirit seed to suppress the evil soul to a certain extent, if there was no spirit seed finale, I am afraid that the balance would have tilted to the bottom at this time.

The spirit seed that echoed the five-colored divine light from afar suppressed the inclined scale, and the intricate direct coil was staggered, and Jing Yao's body that lost the spirit seed was damaged by three percent, and it fell into the Yuan Infant Realm, since cultivating the Dao Heart Clear Secret, Jing Yao rarely encountered a lack of true Yuan succession, but today I really felt it.

A yellow wind drifted by, swishing like the sound of rain stones hitting the ground, and a large area of black and white lingering light burned black flames, like meteors passing through the sky and crashing into evil spirits.

Huang Xiufeng also joined the battle group, but his appearance at this time was a little weird.

Xiao Hei stood on top of Huang Xiufeng's head, his eyes were closed, his wings were folded, and his claws seemed to be embedded in Huang Xiufeng's head, but Huang Xiufeng was in good spirits, not like the withered appearance of closing his eyes and waiting for death before.

"The phoenix is not a sycamore. Su Qianshang glanced at it and sighed: "Can your rotten tree also attract phoenixes?"

Su Tilting's pet meow meow also belongs to the divine bird, and once had an incomprehensible grievance dispute with Xiao Hei, as a descendant of Qingluan, the meow meow bloodline and rank are already the top spirit beasts in the immortal cultivation world, but Xiao Hei seems to be not far behind.

Huang Xiufeng was too lazy to take care of it, and the endless black and white chess surging with his hands came upside down, the momentum was surging, and the effect also made everyone secretly smack their tongues.

The chess pieces are as dense as a net, like a net from heaven to earth, and have left countless small wounds on the evil spirit's body, although the evil soul has a super self-healing ability, and the recovery speed seems to have slowed down a lot at this moment.

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised, could it be that Huang Xiufeng really found out the flaw of the evil soul?

Only Jing Yao knew that it was not Huang Xiufeng's chess pieces that really caused damage to the evil spirit, but the black flame that burned above, which was Xiao Hei's origin fire.

As Xiao Hei's owner and signed a symbiosis contract, Jing Yao naturally knew that Huang Xiufeng's true situation was still the Huang Xiufeng who had suffered a heavy blow and was in the recovery period, but somehow reached an agreement with Xiao Hei, and the two were inexplicably combined.

Huang Xiufeng's body is like electricity, as if he has the help of Xiao Hei, and the speed is even more terrifying, and there are afterimages of Huang Xiufeng flashing everywhere in the small space, but he didn't make any sound, and he didn't even touch the barrier in the hurry.

Jing Yao asked himself that his speed was not inferior to Huang Xiufeng, and he could beat Huang Xiufeng with a steady stream of Dao Heart and Clear Mind Secret for a long journey, and at this time, he couldn't help but admire, he could advance and retreat in a narrow space, and in today's world, I am afraid that only Huang Xiufeng can do it.

The evil soul suffered from the black flame attack on the body, causing the wound to not heal for a long time, roaring angrily, Huang Xiufeng did not confront the evil spirit head-on at all, and the attack method was either to sneak around the back of the evil spirit, or to appear on both sides of the evil soul to fan the flames.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and secretly applauded.

Suddenly, there was a somewhat depressed, like the sound of overwhelmed wood, Mingzun's face changed wildly, he could still hold on, and the god cried that the scales seemed to be gone.