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Lu Xing also didn't expect that in just a few months, he would have a second divine war with Han Ting in this way.

In the first divine war, Lu Xing was possessed by the black-clothed gods, and Han Ting was taken away by the wood spirit gods, although the leaders of both sides were not themselves, but the battle was quite fierce, and the Nanjun Shinto system was directly dispersed.

Both of them have also benefited greatly. It can be said that without the remnants of the divine power of the black-clothed gods, Lu Xing would not have been able to support the little monk to dig him out of the bottom of the lake, and there would be no opportunity to shape the soul of the gods to set foot in the Shinto.

And Han Tinggui is a divine servant of Jiangnan Shinto, and there is no one among tens of millions of people. Moreover, the fact that the Wood Spirit God was able to send him to compete with Lord Cui for the first person in the Shinto of Nanjun means that his strength has improved rapidly in just a few months, and he is at least qualified to compete with Lord Chenghuang.

It seems that there is really a long river of fate flowing in the dark, and the two are on opposite sides again, a fateful duel!

Lu Xing stood on the top of the Red Lotus Mountain, which had flattened the mountain, and the City God's Temple was in ruins. The eleven consecutive days of the Divine Sealing War made his spirit a little tired, but his spirit was very strong.

He was waiting for the arrival of the white-clothed Han Ting!

Because of the destruction of the battle that spreads all over the area, only a small half of the destruction will work, so this last stop is destined to be appreciated by only a few gods and people of the imperial court, and the others can only wait anxiously for the final news.

It seems that even the moon knows that the great war is coming, and after a while hides in the clouds and peeps with cats. The mountains are sometimes dark and sometimes bright, adding a touch of pathos to the war.

The white-clothed servant, the sword is coming. On the three-foot green edge, the hunting wind started.

Han Ting arrived an hour earlier than the agreed sub-hour.

"Do we have to wait until the wee hours of the morning?"

The continuous battle made Lu Xing feel that he had really stepped into the threshold of the divine sacrifice, and it seemed that he was just one step away from breaking the door and being able to soar directly into the sky, and he was even a little impatient for the last battle. And if there are no accidents, the Dark Moon Disaster will break out, and Nanjun will become the source of the disaster at that time.

Time seems to be running out of time!

Han Ting's white clothes fluttered, and he put away his sword but didn't say anything. Just stared at Lu Xing carefully with his eyes, tilting his head to look at him, as if he was very interested.

Lu Xing was furious by him, and now his divine soul has completely transformed into the aura of Chenghuang faith, and it stands to reason that he will not be seen through his true soul. But as soon as he remembered that there was the Wood Spirit God who could enter and exit the Divine Domain and communicate with the deity behind Han Ting, Lu Xing was even more cautious.

It's just that the young man can't see through Han Ting's soul from beginning to end, it's weird!

Han Ting took one last meaningful look, then took the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand upside down, and faced the landing line, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves was faintly heard on the sword.

Lu Xing is now in charge of the City God Throne, and he is the most sensitive to the fierceness of the Yin Spirit. The fierce pupils of the sacrifice in the divine soul opened a heavenly eye, and he suddenly found that the three feet of Qingfeng were all lonely souls and wild ghosts.

The whole sword was actually forged with a living soul, and the anger soared into the sky!

The duel has begun.

Lu Xing didn't say a word, and directly sacrificed the city god seal. Tuo Ao's Fu Factory, now that Lu Xing has completely controlled the Underworld Mansion, he can mobilize the excess soul power that has been removed from maintaining the operation of the Mansion to fight the enemy. Compared to eleven days ago, his divine soul could only enter and exit the underworld once, which could be said to be a world of difference.

"Booming ......"

Han Ting blew a breath of black gas on the sword, and suddenly countless ghosts brushed their teeth and claws from the sword, but as soon as they came out, they cowered at the Chenghuang Seal on the land, and their momentum was directly suppressed!

Han Ting shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied. The blade of the sword swiped into his hand, and a large amount of blood beads fed directly into the mouth of the lonely soul and wild ghost. Han Ting's face turned pale instantly because of excessive blood loss, but his expression was very excited, as if he was expecting something.

After the lonely souls and wild ghosts swallowed the blood beads, their evil qi multiplied, and one by one the virtual bodies jumped down directly from the sword and turned into entities, and there were more than a hundred and ten of them. They all became half-human-tall little ghosts, sprinting wildly towards the land line and rioting.

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Lu Xing's divine soul pressure came, and the city god method was used again and again, and the little ghost head was directly fixed in place.

"More than anyone with me?"

Lu Xing sneered a little, this battle was as plain as water, far less thrilling than the battle with the blood pupil, but it was more weird, both in terms of people and fighting methods.

Lu Xing directly summoned the thousands of Yin soldiers guarding Red Lotus Mountain to defend against the enemy.

It's just that Lu Xing's unexpected situation happened, those little devils who swallowed blood beads instantly broke free from the power of the city god, and they directly fused with the Yin soldiers, and they were still splitting rapidly after each fusion, as if they had an infectious disease.

"Roar"

The Yin Soldier seemed to be sick, and his body shrank wildly, and finally became exactly the same as the little ghost. Thousands of Yin soldiers were like this, directly out of Lu Xing's control, and became crazy and terrifying.

Thousands of little ghosts screamed hysterically, directly out of the control of Lu Xing's divine soul, and there was no trace of sobriety.

"Weird, what is he going to do?"

Lu Xing saw Han Ting's smile on his face, and he couldn't figure out his actions. The loss of the Yin soldiers is not terrible, after all, there are tens of millions of Yin soldiers in the Chenghuang Mansion of the underworld that can be replenished for him, although it requires a huge amount of soul power, he will not use it unless it is absolutely necessary. But the battle is getting more and more treacherous!

"Buzz ......"

The city god seal was swallowed into the soul by Lu Xing, and the death knell was sacrificed by him, and the three-clawed dragon on the bell instantly let out a thunderous roar, and suddenly the little ghost head with red eyes that had been rushing forward was shocked and broken.

Many little ghost heads turned into fragments, and what made Lu Xing's whole body furious was that the soul fragments were once again eaten by all the little ghost heads, and each of them showed a satisfied smile, exactly the same expression as Han Ting, who was standing on the sidelines.

"What the hell is he going to do?"

Lu Xing did not panic, and the eleven days of fighting made him develop a calm and calm mentality. The fierce pupils in his divine soul cracked a larger gap again, and suddenly the blood-colored light burst out, and all the little ghost heads were directly fixed in place.

This time, Lu Xing finally saw through the cat.

He suddenly saw a young man in white among the thousands of little ghosts, who actually looked like Han Ting. There are also black silk threads tied in his hands, which are directly connected to the thousands of little ghost heads, controlling the attack like the backbone of the backbone.

Looks like a puppet formation!

Lu Xing's heart was settled, and he was about to attack the white-clothed young man in the ghost array. Suddenly, Han Ting on the other side moved his body, and the white-clothed young man in the formation suddenly raised his head and grinned at Lu Xing, and then turned into a swimming light and flew directly upside down into Han Ting's sword.

Suddenly, all the little ghost movements stopped instantly, and they all began to scurry around like headless flies. was suppressed by the divine soul that was close at hand, and his body collapsed directly, and finally disappeared one by one. Without the containment of the young man in white, they were not even as strong as ordinary Yin soldiers.

"You've won!"

Han Ting actually directly Mingjin withdrew his troops, and after saying something to the landing line, he went directly to the sword and left!

Han Ting seemed to be just a routine, this battle was only less than three minutes from start to end, and he only said the last three words from beginning to end, and there was not a single superfluous word.

"I won!?"

Lu Xing's mind was full of doubts, what the hell is going on?

The gods and nobles who were watching were also puzzled. Originally thought it would be an earth-shattering battle, who would have thought that Han Ting, the Jiangnan divine servant who was famous in Beijun, just came over and made a soy sauce and left, it stands to reason that the first ten Fengshen stations are more exciting than this time, is this Jiangnan divine servant vain, or is Jiangnan Supreme God Mu Lingshen testing something?

No one knows why, but Lu Xing knows that things will never be so simple!