Zhang Ning's current situation is very bad, his body is imprisoned, his divine sense is oppressed, he can't use magic weapons, he can't communicate with the volute space, and even the black eight are silent.

The monk surnamed Duan increased the pressure of his divine sense, and at the same time complacently invited the blood demon for merit. It is easy to use the magic weapon exercises, but it is impossible to show his excellence and strength in front of his Yan'er.

Male creatures are constantly showing their strength to secure the ownership of their territory and mate, whether it's peeing around to divide their territory, showing that they have a car and a house and making millions a month, or they are trying to solve their opponents in a way that seems easy but is actually more laborious.

The kid in topaz armor had a gray and black face, like a dead man, the monk surnamed Duan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, ready to make persistent efforts to win it in one fell swoop, I really didn't expect this kid's divine sense to be so strong, and it was really a bit big to crush the opponent with only a strong divine sense.

Suddenly, Monk Duan felt a tingling, as if his entire soul had been paralyzed. He was busy reciting mantras and using the strongest natal magic weapon...... Without the use of eggs, his soul was imprisoned in the divine court, and his divine consciousness could not communicate magic weapons or use spells...... His soul struggled desperately, trying in vain to break through the shackles, and after several times, it really loosened and shattered the barrier that imprisoned the soul, leaving countless round debris behind.

As soon as the lice left the egg shell, they pounced on the soul and began to suck it, and then split into several lice and continued to suck its soul.

Monk Duan was inexplicably frightened, and the horror of his soul made the lice even more excited, and the attack became more ferocious.

The Blood Demon looked at "Duan Lang" in trouble, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

The occurrence of these changes actually took place less than a tea time - when the divine consciousness was extremely compressed and tense, Zhang Ning suddenly blessed his soul, and it can also be said that the soul of Che Ye, the heir of the Soul Devouring Demon Sect, had an epiphany under the pressure of life and death.

Using Zhang Ning's soul dew that was not completely absorbed and transformed as raw materials, he created a set of attack methods: first use the soul miasma to paralyze the enemy's soul, and then cast the soul prisoner to imprison it, if the enemy continues to resist, the soul prisoner enchantment will shatter into countless soul eggs under the shock of the opponent's soul power, and the soul egg hatches soul lice to directly suck the opponent's soul, and after absorbing the enemy's soul, the soul lice will re-condense into soul eggs.

Soul miasma, soul prisoners, and soul eggs are formless and substantial, and theoretically they can be devoured by the Soul Eater Stone and transformed into Soul Dew, which is endless, prosperous, and prosperous.

Now Zhang Ning has taken the initiative, and he is determined in his heart, and after planning to deal with the monk surnamed Duan, the cultivation of the blood demon in the later stage of foundation building is very easy for him, but such a woman still kills the insurance, and cannot be tolerated and raised, he is not the kind of masochist who has been cheated countless times and still does not kill women in the Xiuzhen literature......; Can't kill, can't let go...... Casting the Five Forbidden Spirit Talismans that prohibit sight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste, and storing them in the spirit beast bag as a maid I don't know if it is feasible? It's just that it is more troublesome for her divine sense to self-destruct and become so stupid......

At this time, Monk Duan's soul had lost most of it, and a sage-like smile appeared on his face, and saliva pulled the thread and dripped onto the stalactite ground.

Zhang Ning used his mana to imprison the Blood Yan Demon, controlled the overall situation, and quietly waited for the soul of the monk surnamed Duan to be devoured clean.

The Blood Demon suddenly jumped up, and with two waves of his right palm, the heads of Leng Mingyu and "Duan Lang" fell to the ground, and they rolled a few times, and the two heads were rolling together, putting on a relatively wordless expression.

The blood spurting from the necks of the two of them seemed to be channeled, and they began to draw strange otherworldly characters.

This scene is to accumulate strength and make a big move!

Zhang Ning hurriedly called all kinds of magic weapons to stop it, and countless rulers and pen stationery shot into the air like no money and twisted the otherworldly characters that were taking shape, but the magic weapons were a few steps away from the words and turned into crackling sounds and drifting green smoke like moths to fire, and the otherworldly words were protected by powerful enchantments, and Zhang Ning's magic weapons crashed into a pen and died.

"Tut-tut, this cross-border possessed skin is not useful, it's really troublesome. The Blood Demon shook off his broken right hand, and the white bone stubble and red flesh on his wrist had a strong visual impact.

The Yuan Ying of the monk surnamed Duan rose from his dantian in ignorance.

The first time Zhang Ning saw the body of the monk Yuanying, it was like a doll-shaped bottle blown out of transparent red glass, with shape and substance, between the virtual and the real.

The Blood Demon delicately grabbed Yuan Ying's thin neck, stuffed it into his mouth, and after chewing a few creaks like jellyfish, he said with a smile: "Ding Xiang Pavilion Master Duan Zheng, it is also useless under the bed!"

Zhang Ning realized that something was wrong!