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Chapter 2285 Zhao Wuwei's trump card

Zhao Wuwei looked at Tang Ming, his eyes filled with ferociousness and a hint of shock.

Shura Sword Domain!

The ultimate realm!

Ancient star-catcher!

These magical powers are entirely the skills of the secular Tang Xuantian. As the leader of the Evil God Sect, although Zhao Wuwei has never confronted Tang Xuantian, the collection of intelligence from various sources in the Evil Sect has never stopped.

"Since you are Tang Xuantian, it seems that Secular China is finally going to take action against the Kunlun Region!"

Zhao Wuwei's eyes were cold: "It's a good trick on your part to tell a big lie."

Said.

Zhao Wuwei raised his head and said in a playful tone: "The Kunlun Alliance is now controlled by Secular China!"

boom!

Tang Ming didn't say anything, but a burst of black flames suddenly burst out from his body.

Rolling black mist rose.

"roar!"

The black dragon soul roared, its huge scarlet eyes making people's hearts tremble.

Not only that, along with the roar of the black dragon soul, a strange aura emerged from within the black mist, and the entire world was covered in ghostly aura.

Black Dragon Soul!

Soul-Eating Banner!

Tang Ming's eyes condensed, and his body turned into a black lightning that pierced into the void, and appeared from Zhao Wuwei's side in an instant.

No one has arrived yet.

The black dragon soul looked up to the sky and roared, and the dragon's mouth spit out ghost fire dragon breath.

"roar!"

Zhao Wuwei was not afraid at all. The evil ghost behind him also rose in the storm, and two huge and ferocious ghost hands spread out.

The black dragon soul's violent energy surged, and the black mist boiled directly.

"Go ahead."

Tang Ming waved his hand, and the black dragon soul could no longer hold back. The billowing black mist turned into several sharp whirlpools, carrying the ghost fire dragon breath and bombarding the evil ghost.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

The void suddenly shook.

The battle between the black dragon soul and the evil ghost instantly became intense, just like two ancient ferocious beasts fighting each other.

Tang Ming was not idle either, he made out various seals in his hands.

"Buzz!"

In the surrounding void, pale golden inscriptions appeared one after another.

"Tang Xuantian, you are truly a genius."

Zhao Wuwei's eyes sparkled: "Sword cultivation, formations, alchemy, including all kinds of magical powers and ghost techniques, you can control them all."

"Even the monsters from the Immortal Sect are not as perverted as you."

Zhao Wuwei's pupils flashed with excitement: "I suspect that you are simply the reincarnation of an old monster from the fairy world."

"Nonsense."

Tang Ming grabbed it with one hand.

Wow!

Hundreds of formation patterns lit up instantly, and as the void roared, golden threads connected with each other, turning into a golden cage to surround Zhao Wuwei.

And outside, there are more formations emerging, densely packed, seemingly endless.

High in the sky, the evil ghost was also suppressed by the black dragon soul. There were many traces of will-o'-the-wisp burning on his body, and his aura was sluggish.

Zhao Wuwei, who was clearly at a disadvantage, suddenly gave up all resistance.

Let Tang Ming lay out the killing formation.

"The human soul has limits, but the immortal soul has no limit."

"Even if you are a monster on earth, you cannot become so powerful in a short period of time."

Zhao Wuwei suddenly raised his head: "Then there is only one possibility. Tang Xuantian, you have an immortal soul! Only an immortal soul can give you a terrifying foundation, and you can quickly improve your realm in a short period of time, and your Taoist heart will be stable."

Cultivation of immortality goes against heaven.

Every realm contains the rules of heaven. If it were any other monk, if he were to improve his realm so rapidly, his Taoist heart would inevitably collapse and he would become possessed by demons, among which demonic and evil cultivators were the most representative.

As the leader of the Evil God Sect, Zhao Wuwei understands this truth even more.

"Nonsense."

Tang Ming smiled lightly and said: "The Immortal Soul is said to be so powerful, why do you, Zhao Wuwei, still hide in the secular world? Even Lu Zirui, who has the Immortal Soul like you, has not been destroyed by the worldly strong!"

"Including immortals like Ziyu and Jingqing, they are still suppressed by all forces in the Kunlun Region."

"The Immortal Soul is nothing more than that!"

Immortals appear in the world.

The very beginning was Zhao Wuwei and Lu Zirui.

Zhao Wuwei founded the Evil God Sect and has been active outside the northern border. He does not show his face and only secretly controls the evil cultivators to bring harm to China.

The Formation Immortal Master Lu Zirui wanted to sacrifice Hong Kong Island, but was eventually killed by the Guardian of China, and his Immortal Soul was completely wiped out.

Zhao Wuwei snorted coldly and said with a disdainful expression: "Humph, don't compare me with them!"

"Why, you both have immortal souls, why can't you compare?" Tang Ming asked faintly: "By the way, are you and Lu Zirui also sent by the Emperor Mountain?"

"Emperor Mountain..."

Zhao Wuwei raised his head and looked at Tang Ming: "Are you trying to trick me? Otherwise, you will reveal your immortal soul, and I will also tell you the reason why I appeared in the world?"

"I don't have an immortal soul." Tang Ming shook his head lightly.

When Zhao Wuwei heard this, he frowned slightly and stared at Tang Ming's face, as if trying to figure out some clues.

pity.

Tang Ming's expression remained calm, and his soul aura was extremely stable.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it. I have my own way to find out."

Zhao Wuwei's pupils were swaying with soul fire, and he suddenly put two fingers together and pierced the center of his eyebrows fiercely.

Tsk!

The finger force was poured into the center of the eyebrows, and a bloody mark was drawn on his forehead, which was so deep that the bones were visible.

Blood flowed out, and Zhao Wuwei's old face was completely covered with blood, making him look ferocious.

But the next moment.

From the wound between his eyebrows, a delicate little man slowly crawled out, his body as transparent as a gem, surrounded by wisps of strange purple-gray aura.

"Tang Xuantian, if you don't have an immortal soul, you will be buried today!"

"If you really have an immortal soul, then you will also become my soul food!"

Zhao Wuwei showed a strange smile.

at the same time.

The little bloody man crawling out from between his eyebrows also smiled at Tang Ming.

"Um?"

Tang Ming frowned. The moment he saw the little blood-colored figure, a loud roar began to sound in his soul. His natural soul, which had been hidden by him, was shaken directly.

"This is the ancient soul of the evil god."

Zhao Wuwei laughed ferociously: "In the ancient times, the human race became the spirit of all races and was powerful throughout the world. The strong men of the human race suppressed the wilderness all over the world and constantly started wars in order to expand their territory."

"Wherever there is a battlefield, there is killing and death, as well as resentment!"

"The ancient evil god was born from the fusion of countless murderous auras, private enterprises and resentment. He likes to devour human souls and immortal souls. He devours them on battlefields in ancient times and continues to grow stronger."

"This evil god's ancient soul can tell the difference between human souls and immortal souls!"

Talking room.

Zhao Wuwei flicked his finger.

"Jiejiejie..."

The bloody villain suddenly let out a strange laugh. The strange laugh was so harsh that it shook the void behind him.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"Jiejiejie..."

The strange laughter rippled out, like a sonic attack, causing ripples to appear in the void.

"roar!"

High in the sky, after hearing this strange laughter, the black dragon soul suddenly let out a painful roar. The condensed dragon body instantly collapsed and turned into black mist that kept rolling.

Even the auras of the other ghosts inside the Soul-Eating Banner instantly shrunk.

"Crack!"

The confinement formation arranged by Tang Ming suddenly collapsed. Along with it, his natal soul also began to turmoil.


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