The echo in the cave was like a bell hammer hitting the heart of the Nine Tattoos, making her want to vomit blood uncomfortably, but what made her unbearable was not that the other party saw through her intentions, but the mocking sneer at the end. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hehe......"

"Huh...... Hehe......"

The echo continued to invade her eardrums, making her already unstable Dao heart more and more shaky when she was invaded by the demons, her eyes were already scarlet, but Wang Mei opposite her was still looking at her unhurriedly, her expressionless face was more hateful than her full of ridicule!

"Ignorant junior!!Since you agreed, then don't blame this seat for not thinking about the same family!" The voice of the Master of Nine Patterns was cloudy, as if a gust of wind was blowing through the cave.

The cultivator world has been developed for tens of thousands of years, and as a necessary skill, "Snatching Away" has naturally developed a variety of forms and specifications, and at this time, the Master of the Nine Tattoos naturally chose the "Ten Thousand Demon Devouring Souls" that is most in line with her state of mind and the most painful for the person being taken away.

The dispossessed first have to go through a series of illusions, experience the most painful and unwilling to face the unbearable memories buried deep in the heart, and swallow the ten thousand ghosts in the environment due to the loss of mind by the caster's spirit, and die after feeling infinite despair in their hearts.

Wang Mei didn't know the secret of all this, but looking at the other party's hideous face, she could also guess that the other party didn't plan to let her go easily. Fortunately, this is also her purpose, as long as the other party's emotions are out of control, who will give up?

Wang Meiye smiled, and sat on the futon leisurely and watched the movements of the Master of Nine Patterns opposite. I saw that the Master of Nine Tattoos was injured and pinched a complicated handprint, and then countless ghost fires appeared around her body, and these ghost fires flew up and down left and right around her body in an irregular trajectory.

If one is drawn by this ghostly fire, one's gaze will stick to it, and then one will ponder deeply, and the consciousness will no longer be awake, until it experiences a vision.

However, Wang Mei was unscrupulous when she saw it, and even at this moment, she was still analyzing in her heart that the trajectory of those ghost fires was the formation pattern composed of those array runes.

This leisurely appearance made the nine-tattooed master who was about to make the sister-in-law on the other side die in pain stunned for a moment, and after a moment of stunnedness, he was even more annoyed-this is a provocation!! No one has despised her like this for many years?! The flames of the demons in the heart soared, and the ghost fire around the real people of the nine-tattoos almost burned the prairies.

Wang Mei was also startled by the sudden burst of flames, and before she could react, a cold divine consciousness wrapped in anger surged like sea water, and directly attacked her Eyebrow Seal Hall impartially.

Soon, Wang Mei staged a drama of ghosts and ghosts in front of his eyes, but in Wang Mei's view, these ghosts and ghosts were not as real as the illusion of the previous mountain gate, and he didn't even have the ability to seduce Wang Mei to remember the painful past.

This is not to say that the cultivation of the Master of Nine Patterns is too poor, but the arrangement of the mountain gate is after all the handiwork of the ancestor of the Xuanqian Gate, and the strength and breadth of Wang Mei's divine consciousness are not what they used to be.

In the illusion, Wang Mei looked at a pool of lotus flowers in a daze—this was already the ninety-ninth illusion she had experienced, and she didn't understand why the Master of Nine Patterns was so obsessed with the lotus pond, and forty-nine of the ninety-nine illusions were related to the lotus pond.

Could it be that this is actually a hint given to her by the Master of Nine Patterns? These ninety-nine illusions are not without help to Wang Mei, although she was not confused by the illusions, but she has learned a lot of the use of formation patterns from these illusions, and in the process of breaking the formation, she is even more familiar with the various uses of the formation symbols, as if these illusions are the real test and teaching given to her by the Master of Nine Patterns.

Facing this lotus pond, Wang Mei no longer hesitated, the seal in her hand, a roar sounded from the depths of the lotus pond, like a dragon turning over at the bottom of the pond, and a piece of lotus root knots turned over from the bottom of the lotus pond like a broken limb.

And these lotus knots really changed into stumps and broken arms in the next moment, and the originally clear lotus pond water suddenly turned into a tumbling and bubbling blood pool at this moment, and the lotus flowers in the blood pool faded into full petals, but turned into a pool of bright manzhu sawa like a cocoon.

Countless cries for help came from all directions, and the shore where Wang Mei was originally standing turned into a bone bridge on a pool of blood, and the two ends of the bridge led to nothingness, and Wang Mei stood in the center of the bridge, his clothes were lifted by the wind blowing from nowhere, making the sound of hunting.

And this sound was like a horn to set off, and a skeleton with a skeleton stood up from the sea of blood, rushing forward and backward towards her, and the seal in her hand continued to form, and countless array talismans flew out of her hand, smashing into the various joints of the skeleton, and breaking it up again into scattered solitary bones.

These bones fell into the pool of blood, and in the next moment, they gathered together again, forming more skeletons, and stood up again, Wang Mei's brow furrowed, and he frowned as he looked at the skeletons that kept coming towards him—he couldn't go on like this.

She shook her sleeves suddenly, the black and white aura in her left hand suddenly turned into a colorful rattan whip, the black bell hammer in her right hand reappeared, and the tiger-faced clock behind her who had not been seen for a long time also appeared.

As soon as Wang Mei's distraction appeared, the tiger-faced clock behind her rang, and at the same time that the rattan whip in Wang Mei's main hand turned into countless whip shadows, another stone chime flashed at the same time.

The chime chimes, the chimes are low and gentle, the chimes are high and clear, and the sound waves are like water ripples towards the surging skeletons, these ripples are staggered in the air, like the sharpest knives and axes, and where they pass, the air even makes a piercing sound of friction.

As soon as it touched these ripples, the skeletons supported by various skeletons seemed to be weathered and turned into powder, and it was difficult to gather, and they fell into the pool of blood in a plop, without stirring up a little ripple, but Wang Mei did not relax at all, she knew that after the skeleton bone soldiers, I am afraid that it was the real killing move.

Sure enough, just after the last batch of bone soldier powder flew away, blood bubbled up in the sea of blood again, as if this sea of blood was just a pot of boiling soup in a container, waiting for others to scoop it up at this time, and Wang Mei was the only flesh and blood in this pot of soup......

"gurgling...... Bubbling ......"

The voice was endless, Wang Mei's brows became more and more wrinkled, and an unprecedented sense of crisis rose from the bottom of her heart, she knew that the real killing move was about to come at this time.