Instead, his fingers continued to cross and flip in the air, and the Chixuan Sword Seal continued to glow.

"Hall Master, no!"

Lingyun saw what Liang Meng was doing, and there was obvious concern in the stern eagerness of the words to stop it.

"Hall Master,"

Before the ghost's words fell, the blue ball of light had already arrived at the center of the eyebrows.

As with the previous two times, a huge influx of power poured in.

Fortunately, there was no other discomfort after this one, except for a slight dizziness in the head.

Liang Meng's confidence increased greatly, and he was carried away by the victory, and easily committed the taboo of underestimating the enemy.

Ignoring Lingyun's increasingly anxious voice, Liang Meng summoned the remaining three balls of light to himself, and three different colors of light struck towards the Chixuan Sword Seal in unison.

At this moment, Liang Meng's body has become a battlefield for various forces to fight.

All the forces fought together, treating the bones and veins of the body as trophies.

For a while, this force was victorious, but before it could be better integrated, it encountered another, more powerful force.

When the two sides met, they fought with all their might.

Before the winner could be decided, another force was added to the melee.

Liang Meng had already been tumbled to the ground by the spiritual power in his body, and the whole person lay on the ground and wailed in pain.

Lingyun was still anxiously shouting to the hall master, but Liang Meng couldn't hear anything.

Slowly, Liang Meng's body puffed up like a blown balloon.

First the limbs, then the chest, and finally even the face. Different colors of light could be clearly seen swaying back and forth in Liang Meng's body.

Liang Meng had been burned to the point that she had completely lost control of her spiritual power, and she couldn't even lift her hands and feet.

She felt like she was about to explode.

The ghost's voice had turned into a roar. Like an angry and anxious beast trying to break out of its cage.

Suddenly, with another earth-shattering roar, all the mystical patterns in the Library Pavilion that Liang Meng had never understood turned into a golden net, and rushed towards the place where the ghost roared.

The ghost's voice was much quieter, but it had turned into a wail.

Liang Meng lay on his back on the ground, not knowing what had happened to the ghost.

Her body was still bulging. She thought she was really going to die here this time.

Uncle, if you knew it, you wouldn't be able to do it.

I finally became the hall master, and I let myself play badly again.

The spiritual power in his body was still violently colliding, and Liang Meng no longer had any strength to stop and control them.

Slowly closing his eyes, Liang Meng waited for the moment when his body bulged to the limit and exploded.

Uncle's.

Liang Meng couldn't help but curse again.

exploded and died, and his death must be ugly. Flesh and blood are still elegant.

Think about it, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and intestines were all blown into a pulp and smeared on the ground.

Sticky, greasy, bloody, disgusting.

Belch~~

Bang!!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The screen was shattered into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

Before Liang Meng could finish imagining her death, a force dragged her up from the ground and fixed her on the wall.

It's cloud and dust.

The eyelids were so swollen that Liang Meng couldn't see Yun Xuchen's expression clearly.

It is estimated that it is extremely disgusting.

After all, every time his life is in danger, he always has to rely on him to rescue.

Although he is the hall master, he is extremely reluctant to think about it.

Yun Xuchen stood still in front of Liang Meng, his fingers flipped extremely quickly with the spell in his mouth, and then pointed directly at the Chixuan Sword Seal on Liang Meng's forehead.

Liang Meng couldn't help but snort. But the body could not move.

The power was like a hand reaching out from his forehead to his body, grasping the little calves who were still scurrying around excitedly, fighting and snatching the spoils of war.

One by one, they were all dragged out.