With less mental attack, Zi Yan calmed down and held his breath and decided to break free from the knife net that had been in his life.

"My king, don't struggle anymore, you know, you can't kill me." The four bodies of Jin attacked everywhere, constantly tearing the knife net of the rest of his life.

The rest of his life has the God-killer's sword heart in his right hand, and the four zithers are enough to deal with it, so that zithers can never be free.

After hearing the words of the monk, Yu Sheng still had time to say, "Do you think I will fight a battle that is unsure? You underestimate my IQ too much."

He beat the monk who wanted to break out with one knife, "Don't worry, I can't kill you, it doesn't mean others can't kill you."

The monk wanted to express his opinion on Yu Sheng’s IQ, but he was shocked when he heard that Yu Sheng had invited a helper. Could it be that the King of Donghuang was here?

Seriously speaking, the rebellion between Fusang Tree and the King of Donghuang was just a promise from him, and the specific reason was unknown.

Now that the King of Donghuang gave up the Fusang tree and came to deal with him, the monkey felt that he was not far from death.

For Yu Sheng, the sacred king is difficult to deal with, but it is different for the King of Donghuang. No one hundred sacred kings dares to provoke the King of Donghuang.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qi looked around nervously. As soon as he raised his head, he saw the black clouds above his head, and the black clouds fell down.

Countless ghosts and ghosts howled, whistling down like locusts during locust plagues and pounced downwards.

The monk was stunned and stayed there without leaving. He let the ghosts entangle him, and drilled into his body along the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and forehead.

Yu Sheng stopped and stood beside the evil ghosts, looking at them densely surrounding the sluts, and for a moment he couldn't believe that the ancient god was suppressed like this?

The rest of my life's concerns are right.

Just as he put away his knife and was about to grab the soul of Wuqi when he was swept out of his body, a "boom" sounded, and fire flashed out of his body of Wuqi.

This firelight is not the fireball during the attack of the sage. It is emitting a strange green light, and is screamed by the ghost ghost he touched, and is swallowed by the green fire.

Wu Zhu on the hill was also counterattacked, and the incense pillars in front of him were broken one after another. The wild man who was in the middle of the magical rays even spitted blood.

He looked at the green light under the hill, widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Soul Fire, this is Soul Fire, the Soul Fire from the Fire seed."

Soul Fire was obtained from the fire seed by Wu Xian, the leader of the ten gods of Lingshan Mountain.

There are three types of fire in the Great Wilderness. One is in the Central Plains, buried at the bottom of the lake with the hands of the gods; one is in the Eastern Wilderness, submerged by the sea, and the other is in the Southern Wilderness.

People in the world think that the fire of the Southern Wilderness has not ended. In fact, it is not the case. The fire of the Southern Wilderness is now enshrined on the building of Lingshan, and has been shining on the heavenly road of Lingshan.

Soul Fire has always been an unknown secret of Lingshan. Only the Ten Witches and Wu Yang in Lingshan are available. Now the Wild Man actually saw Soul Fire in the hands of the monk, and his shock is conceivable.

In a breath, the wild man thought a lot, but he couldn't guess what role the ten gods of Lingshan played in the matter of 未分类.

Under the hill, Yu Sheng was startled by the sudden change, and hurriedly took a step back and looked at Wu Yan with caution.

Just when he was at a loss, he saw that the four bodies of Wu Qi disappeared, and he turned into the appearance of a gentle person when he first met him for the rest of his life.

A huge oil-paper umbrella floated above his head, and the green light on the oil-paper umbrella kept swallowing the ghost.

The evil ghosts in the "black clouds" in the sky saw that the opportunity was wrong but couldn't escape. They were sucked into the green fire of the oil paper umbrella.

"This, this..." Yu Sheng couldn't say a complete sentence. Isn't this ability to collect souls in the oil paper umbrella unique to the witch's academy? Why can an ancient god do it?

Or, what did the witches of Lingshan do when they resurrected the ancient gods?

In an instant, Yu Sheng's mind was twisted and turned around, and the monkey smiled proudly.

He gracefully stretched out a finger and fiddled with the handle of the umbrella, "My king, if you want to kill me by relying on these witch Zhu's poor abilities, then you will underestimate me too much."

"You, you are..." Yu Sheng took another step back, and now he was really helpless.

"My king, I would like to thank you. If you hadn't invited these witches to sacrifice these ghosts, the soul in my umbrella would not be enough."

Ziqian chuckled, "My king, it's time for you to taste the soul-devouring taste I prepared for you." After that, Ziqian snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the ghost blazed out of a huge oil-paper umbrella in the green flame and rushed towards the rest of his life.

Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, Yu Sheng turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late. As soon as a ghost penetrated into Yu Sheng's back, his whole body immediately lost control.

"Yu Sheng!" Aunt Qing, who was always paying attention to Yu Sheng, saw that he was trapped and forced the giant to retreat with a sword and jumped down the mountain.

However, a huge wooden stick blocked her, and a giant came up to prevent Aunt Qing from helping Yu Sheng.

Other sword immortals also want to help, but the giants are all very skilled. If they relax a little, they will be at a disadvantage and have a risk of life, so it is difficult to free up.

“Ah~”

As the ghost continued to penetrate, Yu Sheng's head swelled up, as if something was about to drill out, tearing Yu Sheng's head.

The ghost, who was blazing with green fire, ignored the screams of the Yu Sheng and continued to rush out of the huge oil-paper umbrella and penetrated into his body.

"Stop, sir, stop quickly." While everyone was anxious, a shouting sound came from the sky, and then a series of cranes came.

Ye Zi raised his head high and saw the man in yellow flying over on a crane. He waved to the shiny in a hurry.

These men in yellow were the gods of the temple built before the death of the monk, who were specially served him, and the broken sword and the broken context were all included.

After learning that Jade Jin was resurrected, but his soul was incomplete, they were ordered to find a mirror to recall Jade Jin's soul and restore him to his past.

"It's you?" Ziqian looked up at the old man with white eyebrows on the crane's back, allowing the men in yellow to fall down and stand in front of him.

"It's me, sir, it's us. We're here to pick you up back to the city." The old man with white eyebrows paid a salute to Qi Qian excitedly.

Yu Sheng screamed beside him, and the old man with white eyebrows said respectfully: "City Lord, Manager Yu is the descendant of the King of Donghuang. Don't cause trouble again, go back with us."

"Go back to the city? What city to get him, then the entire Great Wilderness will be mine." Ziqian looked eagerly at the rest of his life.

"grown ups…"

"Luo Da!"

The old man with white eyebrows had to say something else. The old man with impatience, and the oil-paper umbrella split a green fire and attacked the old man with white eyebrows, lit him with a "boom".

"Elder!" Duan Jian was shocked and subconsciously pulled the old man with white eyebrows. Once he touched it, the green fire immediately spread to him.

The remaining men in yellow were about to retreat when the green fire had already burned them like lightning.

"Sir, you..." The old man with white eyebrows only said three words in the end, his body turned into ashes, and his soul was pulled closer to the oil-paper umbrella by the green fire.

At this time, the rest of his life felt even more painful, and his screams were astonishing as the monsters could not bear it when they heard it.

Aunt Qing no longer cared about anything else, and she didn't hide from the giant's stick, and rushed directly to Yu Sheng.

When the monk saw this, he chuckled and snapped his fingers, and a ball of green fire immediately surrounded the rest of his life.

Now whoever dares to touch the rest of his life will have to burn the fire.

Fortunately, Yu Shiyu arrived in time and grabbed Aunt Qing tightly to prevent her from being burned by the green fire.

"Don't be impulsive." Yu Shiyu said, and waved his hand, and a sword stabbed at the green fire like a meteor, burning out as soon as it touched, and it could not be stabbed at all.

Looking at Yu Sheng's hideous face that had become due to pain, Yu Shiyu was also anxious.

Just when the two of them were at a loss, the giant shouted from behind him: "Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

The giant who heard the shouting of his companions took a step back and looked at the giant who had just let Aunt Qing go in confusion.

"We must capture the son of the King of Donghuang alive so that we can exchange the warrior's head for the rest of our lives." The giant pointed to the rest of his life in the field, "If this is dead, what can we exchange?"

"Yes." All the giants woke up one after another.

The sword immortals who had won the opportunity to breathe were stunned. Looking at the giant who was fighting with them just now, they turned a betrayal in this breath?
Chapter completed!