Wang Lun was blocked out by the gray-white mask and the green mask, and this mask also blocked the detection of his divine sense.

Therefore, Wang Lun could not see, could not perceive, and did not know what was happening inside the mask.

"The Ten Thousand Spirits Treasure Vase has finally made a move, as long as I can stop the gray and white void space, then I have the possibility of obtaining the Eight Tone Thunder Beads. ”

However, Wang Lun also knows that the premise is that the timing must appear just right.

And in the light mask that Wang Lun couldn't see, the fierceness of the battle exceeded Wang Lun's imagination.

The energy in the internal space of the Wanling Treasure Vase was not to directly prevent the gray-white thin line from obtaining the energy of the eight-tone thunder bead, but to let the gray-white thin line absorb it first.

When the gray-white thin thread transmits the energy of the Eight Tone Thunder Beads back to the Ten Thousand Souls Treasure Bottle, it will directly snatch it.

Although in the process, the thin gray-white line representing the gray-white void space will also steal almost half of the energy, it will take away the other half, even a little more than fifty percent.

If Wang Lun was in the mask, it would not be difficult to find this.

In fact, the gray-white thread has wisdom, and so does the internal energy of the Ten Thousand Souls Vase.

The battle between the two like this is equivalent to constantly absorbing the energy of the eight-tone thunder bead.

The competition with each other is nothing more than a question of who gets more energy and who gets less.

And the eight-tone thunder bead is very miserable, although it is the best magic weapon, it can't stand the big origin of the Wanling Treasure Bottle and the gray-white thin line, and it is at a disadvantage from the beginning.

In this case, it is impossible for the Eight Tone Thunder Beads to turn the tables, and all the energy inside will be sucked alive.

The eight-tone thunder bead was also covered by the light mask and circled in, so it was completely within the range of being attacked.

After a few seconds, as more and more energy was forcibly sucked away, the eight-tone thunder bead finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to vibrate on the lama's left wrist, and the frequency became more and more intense.

Another two seconds passed, and the eight-tone thunder bead began to actively seek a way out, and its way was to get out of this light mask.

The premise is to break free from the lama's left wrist first.

Originally, as a magic weapon refined by the lama, the eight-tone thunder bead must have been in touch with the lama before his death, and when he was attacked by an external attack force, the eight-tone thunder bead would only choose to work with the master, and even take the initiative to solve problems for the master and remove the danger, and it was absolutely impossible to say that he wanted to break free from the master's control.

But now, the lama strong man has been sitting for many years, and in fact, the eight-tone thunder bead has been an ownerless thing since the lama strong man died.

Therefore, he was attacked, and if he didn't save himself, he would definitely finish the game, and the Eight Tone Thunder Beads could only abandon the lama.

Click.

The tandem thread of the eight-tone thunder bead was disconnected, and a burst of thunder flashed out, and the thunder bead flew out of the broken hole and detached from the lama's left wrist.

Breaking free from the first restraint, the eight-tone thunder bead immediately slammed towards the light mask.

Bang.

Wang Lun heard the sound.

"It should be the process I expected happened!"

After listening to the voice, Wang Lun said in his heart.

Immediately after, Wang Lun noticed that from the light mask, there was a continuous thumping sound, the sound was very dull and short, and the display was completely a rapid impact!

Wang Lun immediately locked most of his divine consciousness onto the light mask, and then mobilized the five elements spiritual power, ready to send out the third layer of the Five Elements Trap Formation at any time.

And at this moment, inside the light mask, the eight-tone thunder bead is like a scurrying fly, headless and brainless, desperately trying to break the light mask and fly out, but every time it hits, it will be bounced back by a layer of powerful force.

Moreover, the thin gray-white thread gathered into a rope was still sucking its energy, and it kept hitting it, but unfortunately it had no effect.

More than ten seconds have passed, and the eight-tone thunder bead is still in a state of glue with the light mask, but the frequency and strength of the impact are rapidly decreasing.

After all, it has not reached the point of bursting out all its energy, and as the best magic weapon, it is born with the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so it is naturally unwilling to waste all its energy.

And the gray-white thin line and the energy of the internal space of the Ten Thousand Souls Treasure Bottle did not mean to strangle the eight-tone thunder bead, and the battle between the two sides was fierce, but it was not the moment of decisive battle.

The next moment, after several impacts, the eight-tone thunder bead finally found a glimmer of opportunity.

It turned out that the gray-white thin line and the thin line of the Ten Thousand Souls Treasure bottle competed with each other, so that the Eight Tone Thunder Bead found a vacancy, and taking this opportunity, the Eight Tone Thunder Bead finally slammed open the light mask and knocked out a small hole.

Immediately, a flash of thunder flashed, and the eight-tone thunder bead flew out without hesitation.

In order to come out, it can be described as exhausting.

But the Eight Tone Lei Zhu didn't expect that when it escaped, thinking that there would be no danger from then on, it crashed headlong into the Five Elements Trap Formation that Wang Lun had prepared for him.

The power of the Five Elements Trap Array on the third layer is not small, and Wang Lun has already prepared to arrange it, and when he found that the thunder light appeared from outside the light mask, he immediately launched this trap array.

Therefore, the eight-tone thunder bead directly entered the trapped formation.

The next moment, the eight-tone thunder bead flew hard in one direction, and now it was in a hurry to get out, whoever stopped in front and trapped it, it would not hesitate to hit it directly.

At present, the power of the Five Elements Trapped Array issued by Wang Lun is naturally weaker than the light mask that trapped the Eight Elements Thunder Bead, and it is much weaker, although the Eight Tone Thunder Bead is exhausted after rushing out of the light mask, it can still break through from the Five Elements Trapped Array.

A wave of sounds.

The Five Elements Trap Formation couldn't stand it, and it was knocked away with just one blow.

The eight-tone thunder bead was about to fly away from this gap.

But suddenly, a pure and condensed divine consciousness shrouded directly towards the eight-tone thunder bead!

The divine consciousness sent out a spiritual attack in an instant, and taking advantage of the opportunity that the eight-tone thunder bead had no time to resist at all, he left a spiritual mark on the eight-tone thunder bead in one fell swoop!

The eight-tone thunder bead suddenly resisted violently.

If it were human, it would definitely be angry in my heart at this moment, because it was completely calculated.

But it is useless to struggle violently, this spiritual imprint has been successfully imprinted, and no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it will never be shaken off.

If it was a normal spiritual imprint to recognize the Lord, according to the normal process, Wang Lun's divine sense would not get this kind of opportunity at all, after all, the cultivation was relatively weak.

But this kind of thing of defeating the strong with the weak still happened. And it doesn't stop there.

The reason is not that the eight-tone thunder bead, but because Wang Lun's ability to grasp the opportunity is too strong, so he took advantage of the moment when the eight-tone thunder bead was eager to fly away, and sent out a divine sense attack in one fell swoop, so that the eight-tone thunder bead didn't expect it at all!

Wang Lun, on the other hand, was very excited.

"It worked. ”

Wang Lun himself didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so he was very happy.

Originally, there was only one chance, but he only decided that he had to try, and he didn't think that he would succeed, after all, almost all aspects of this matter were out of his control.

Finding that the spiritual imprint had been imprinted, Wang Lun was not afraid of the eight-tone thunder bead at all, and shouted in a low voice: "Give me back!"

As soon as his mind moved, even if the eight-tone thunder bead was very resistant when it was designed to be subdued, it was to no avail, and a complex pattern of lines rose on the surface of the bead.

This is the sign on the imprint of the spiritual imprint, which connects the magic weapon and the master, as long as the master gives a command, the spiritual imprint will drive the magic weapon to complete the instruction, even if the magic weapon has spiritual intelligence.

Therefore, even if the grade of the Eight Tone Thunder Beads is very high, it is completely impossible to resist.

Wang Lun watched as the eight-tone thunder bead turned around in the air and flew towards him.

As soon as he grabbed his hand, Wang Lun quickly grabbed the eight-tone thunder bead in his hand.

Although he couldn't completely activate the Eight-Tone Thunder Bead and let it emit its full power now, he could still control the Eight-Tone Thunder Bead with a spiritual imprint.

After grabbing it, Wang Lun didn't look at the light mask at all, and his figure quickly retreated.

As he expected, the gray-white thin line rolled in the direction of the eight-tone thunder bead like a poisonous snake, still wanting to continue to suck the energy in the eight-tone thunder bead.

Wang Lun shouted in his heart: "It's time for you to make a move!"

Seeing the gray-white thin line in the air, at this moment, a green light band flew out from the light mask, quickly catching up, and the gray-white thin line was entangled in the air, and the two fought.

Seeing this, Wang Lun knew that although the Ten Thousand Spirits Treasure Vase did not have the Instrument Spirit Girl in charge, after all, he recognized the Lord and would not be hostile to himself.

Now, the green band of light represented by the Ten Thousand Souls Treasure Vase was helping him block the gray-white thin lines.

Wang Lun put away the eight-tone thunder bead and looked at a certain position in the light mask.

The next moment, Wang Lun went around there, and it just so happened that the light mask only covered the lama's left wrist, and the lama's right hand did not cover it, and the stick-like magic weapon held by the lama's right hand was exposed.

This magic weapon is not the vajra that Hu Mei said, like a stick, Wang Lun named it the Fuhu Heavenly Stick, and after arriving in front of him, Wang Lun did not hesitate to split a palm towards the Fuhu Heavenly Stick.

The majestic palm power slapped this magic weapon.

He made such a big move, and the gray-white thin line naturally noticed it, but what Wang Lun imagined did not happen, and the gray-white thin line did not greedily entangle it like it did with the eight-tone thunder bead, forcibly absorbing the energy of this Fuhu Heavenly Stick.

"This time it didn't work. ”

Wang Lun was a little depressed.

I still want to do the same and do it again, but the gray-white thin line obviously doesn't intend to do useless work, and actually restrains greed.

The brilliance of the light mask suddenly disappeared, and the gray-white thin line returned to the inner space of the Ten Thousand Souls Treasure Bottle, as did the green light band, and the two continued to fight in the inner space.

And the stick-like magic weapon was still tightly held by the lama's right hand.

Wang Lun chose to give up. There is no way, the gray and white thin line is not fooled and chooses to give up, he has no other way to recognize the magic weapon of the master.

Of course, this time I was able to recognize the Lord Eight Tone Thunder Bead, which was also a success, and it was better than missing both magic weapons.

Looking at Hu Mei and Hu Jing, who were still unconscious in the innermost part of the space-time portal, Wang Lun showed a decisive expression on his face, and walked straight to the holy tree that was about to die.

Swish.

After a golden spirit sword qi slashed down, the only small branch at the top of the sacred tree that showed greenery was cut down.

Wang Lun reached out to catch it and inserted it into the Ten Thousand Spirits Treasure Vase.

Immediately, the Ten Thousand Spirits Vase disappeared, turned into a vase mark, and stayed in the place of his heart.

The sacred tree had become less green, and it seemed that the aura of dead ashes had become even stronger, but Wang Lun had never thought that he would be able to take away the torso of such a huge tree, even if this torso was a precious material for refining weapons.

That small piece of branch, placed in the Ten Thousand Spirits Treasure Bottle, can ensure its vitality, Wang Lun knows this, so he does it directly.

Subsequently, two cold rays flew out of Wang Lun's hands, each hitting one of Hu Mei and Hu Jing's acupuncture points.

After a few moments, the two men woke up.