The flower control of the soul that he was proud of had no effect. The remnant soul of the ten thousand-year-old armored elephant couldn't even hold back his roar. What kind of monster is he? In this short quarter of an hour, Ye Mingjing experienced a mental and physical transformation.
A double whammy.
boom!
He rolled out again. The blades of grass all over his body were mixed with his own blood, and he looked in a miserable state. He was completely gone from the confident and calm look he had at the beginning.
"Why?"
Ye Ming Sturgeon knelt on the grass with his eyes blank, muttering in his mouth.
My own soul rings, four thousand-year-old soul rings, far surpass the optimal soul ring ratio of ordinary soul masters, and the soul skills brought by my martial soul can directly attack the soul. Why?
"ah!"
Ye Mingzhen slammed his fists on the ground. Is he really a ball of mud that cannot be lifted up?
Xiang Wuqing looked at Ye Mingjing, who looked hopeless, and said calmly, "You are very talented, but the prerequisite is that you don't compare with me."
"Hehehe, then if I kill you, I won't have to compete with you."
Ye Mingjing's originally empty eyes focused again, yes! Kill the person in front of you!
Ye Mingjing raised his head, looked at Xiang Wuqing and laughed crazily, "I will sacrifice my blood to Youming. May my enemies go to hell together!"
Having said that, Ye Mingjing started to ooze blood all over, and drops of blood dripped on the other side flower, which was exceptionally bright red and alluring...
As expected, these evil soul masters all have some kind of mental problem!
Xiang Wuqing rushed towards Ye Mingjing quickly and had to interrupt his ritual, otherwise this guy would come up with something to disgust him.
When Xiang Qingwu rushed in front of Ye Mingjing, his eyes, mouth, and nose began to bleed. Xiang Wuqing narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly swung his fist with blue-purple thunder and lightning towards Ye Mingjing.
boom!
"Asshole, are you crazy?"
With a loud roar, Xiang Qingqing was pushed back by the powerful wave of soul power.
But a man in red suddenly appeared between Xiang Qingqing and Ye Mingzhen.
Looking at the man in red in front of him, Xiang Wuqing frowned. It was that man, the man in red with a ghost face that he met in Canghuo City that day.
The ghost-faced man in red looked at Ye Mingjing and frowned. He quickly put his hands together, and a rich blood-red light enveloped Ye Mingjing, and the blood oozing out of Ye Mingjing's body began to slowly seep back into the body.
Inside the body of the night sturgeon.
"Hehehe, just a soul saint."
Xiang Wuqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a terrifying aura began to gather on him, "Ang!"
The vertical pupils reappeared, and the shadow of a black divine dragon floated beside Xiang Qingqing.
The terrifying aura that surpassed that of the ferocious beast made Ye Mingjing and the red-clothed ghost-faced man freeze on the spot for a moment.
The ghost-faced man in red said with a trembling voice, "Is it a ferocious beast that has transformed?"
Xiang Wuqing sneered and said, "It's not over yet."
Dazzling blue-purple thunder and lightning began to fill the entire venue, so much so that it blinded the titanium alloy dog eyes of the Night Sturgeon and the red-clothed ghost-faced man...
"Run away!"
The seventh soul ring of the red-clothed ghost-faced man lit up, and a three-meter-tall red puppet stood in front of him. This was his true spirit puppet. He could use it less often, but it was a soul skill that could save his life at critical moments.
"Huh?" The terrifying power that I imagined did not appear. No, this power is so weak, it can even be said to be non-existent...
Xiang Qingqing, who was running wildly not far away, did not dare to relax at all. Although Thunder God Wanhua could confuse them for a while, this soul skill was not suitable for long-term running attacks.
Run, run quickly, what kind of bad luck is it for you to bully a child by leapfrogging a soul saint? This is too much.
Suddenly, the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air came.
not good!
Xiang Qingwu quickly jumped forward and rolled around, bang! Xiang Wuqing looked back and saw that the place where he was originally had turned into ice...
And the ghost-faced man in red was standing behind holding the Night Sturgeon, looking at him coldly.
"Damn it, I can't get away." There's no way, the speed is not at the same level...
What Xiang Qingqing didn't know was that the man in red with a ghost face was mentally broken at this moment, and was almost played by a three-ringed soul master.
I have been traveling around the world for decades, and I almost lost my life today!
The ghost-faced man in red looked at Xiang Wuqing and said coldly, "Seal the veins on the clavicle and use cold needles on the yin bone!"
Three rays of cold light hit Xiang Wuqing's face again.
"Depend on,**?"
Xiang Qingqing frowned and raised the Thunder God's Shield.
No, I can't bear it!
The God of Thunder!
Transforming into thunder and lightning again to dodge three needles, Xiang Qingqing was highly concentrated. How to escape? It seems that he is going to explain it today...
puff……
A beam of light suddenly appeared behind Xiang Wuwu and shot through Xiang Qingwu's shoulder.
Just when Xiang Wuwu was avoiding the Yin Bone Cold Needle, Ye Mingjing took the opportunity to sneak behind Xiang Wuwu. He held a weird metal box in his hand and sneered, "Although I don't like these things from the Sun and Moon Empire, but
Sometimes it’s really useful.”
The fifth-level paralyzing soul ray, in addition to having the attack power of the soul ray, also has a special ability that can temporarily paralyze the soul master's body and prevent the soul power from flowing smoothly.
The ghost-faced man in red looked at Xiang Wuqing and sneered, "Little loach, you should run away. I will make you irrecoverable!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three more yin bone cold needles!
puff!
Now Xiang Qingqing has no ability to escape, "Ahem!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xiang Qingwu knelt on the ground. He could feel a cold force invading his internal organs.
The ghost-faced man in red looked at Xiang Wuqing and sneered, "I will let you enjoy today. What is life worse than death?"
The ghost-faced man in red folded his hands and swung out towards Xiang Qingqing, a few more Yin Bone Cold Needles, poof...
Blood splattered everywhere, and the cold needle that penetrated Xiang Qingwu's body sank into the grass and turned into patches of cold and cold land.
This Yin Bone Cold Needle is the fifth soul skill of the red-clothed ghost-faced man. Its characteristic is that people slowly feel the cold that penetrates into their bones. Life is worse than death, so that in the end the soul is frozen.
Ye Mingjing looked at Xiang Wuqing who had no power to resist and sneered, "I will turn you into the nourishment for my flower on the other side and drain your soul completely!"
Wow...
The red Bianqing flowers bloomed around Xiang Qingqing, and actually began to absorb Xiang Wuqing's mental power.
Ye Mingjing made seals with both hands and sneered, "I will absorb your mental power first, and then your soul, hahaha."
The consciousness is gradually disappearing, and the body is cold to the bone. The strange power of the other shore flower is also attached to Xiang Wuqing's body.
"That's enough."
Xiang Wuqing suddenly smiled.
Even though I am very embarrassed now, being handsome will last a lifetime!
"Chaos swallows the sky!"
At the cost of being seriously injured! Let Chaos Swallowing Sky absorb enough energy to fight to the death!
boom!
The power of the bloodline exploded, and although the injury could not be recovered, the strange power of the Yin Bone Cold Needle and the Flower of the Other Side were absorbed by Chaos Swallowing Heaven!
"I lost contact with Bianhuahua!" Ye Mingzhen was horrified to find that at this moment, he could not feel his martial spirit Bianhuahua.
"No, this kid is evil!"
The 60,000-year-old soul ring of the red-clothed ghost-faced man lit up, and a bloody blade quickly condensed in his hand.
And the second black soul ring on Xiang Wuqing's body finally lit up.
The second bloodline soul skill, ancient blood spirit! An absolute killing skill that ignores any defense!
Whoosh, whoosh!
Two bloody blades crossed in the air...
"It's over, the first time I used it, I threw it crookedly..."
Xiang Wuqing, who was exhausted, fell backwards, his white hair was blown by the wind, and he no longer had the strength to stand. The power that this ancient blood spirit needed so much was too terrifying, and he was still too weak now.
Watching the bloody blade slowly enlarge in my eyes, is it over?
…
Suddenly, Xiang Wuqing felt a heat in his chest, and a silver light suddenly lit up...