"Ahhhhhhh Sanskrit rolled her eyes, too lazy to talk to him. "Boss, what kind of spiritual trick did you just make!

"Be careful!" Chilu was halfway through his words when Sanskrit suddenly shouted. I saw dozens of dark spiritual powers smashing towards the ice. "Shrink your defensive shields!"

Kushu led his soldiers and immediately narrowed the defenses. Just when a dozen of them had just fully propped up the defensive shield above their heads, a spiritual power smashed down. Ten layers of defensive shield armor were immediately pierced with a single blow.

"Retreat! take cover!" said Chiru. Picking up Sanskrit with one arm, he ran towards the stone cliff that stood in the lake not far away. His Humen shield armor was completely shattered after withstanding seven or eight attacks. By this time, the warriors on the ice field had all withdrawn behind the bunkers. Some didn't have time to dodge, so they jumped directly into the deep pit that was chiseled out of the ice and blocked it.

"Miscellaneous! useless things!" the Spirit Lord looked up to the sky and roared, "It's useless to leave you behind!" Countless spirits were sucked into the sky like souls from hell. The soldiers on the lake looked at this horrific scene, thinking that they were already in purgatory, waiting for the nine reincarnations. The sky was dark and spiritual, and there was no chance of survival, and there was no spirit on the battlefield.

As the spiritual power around Beitang Muren became stronger and stronger, dozens of Bright White Spirit Beams swirled out a huge whirlwind in the sky like a storm and clouds, attacking Ya Xin. I saw that the spirit lord's night clothes wrapped him tighter and tighter, and he was already the size of a baby, leaving only a pair of dirty pupils dripping around. Suddenly, Yasin, who had turned from a night dress into an infant baby, grinned.

"Not good!" said Beitang Muren. The packages of the night dress became more and more intense. Northern Tang Muren could not give Yasin a chance to make a comeback. He put his arms in front of his chest and punched him to the heart. In an instant, the vast spiritual power rushed out from the palms of Northern Tang Muren like a red dragon, seizing the light of the sunrise, covering the turbidity of the heavens and the earth, and the sky was red. Soar in the sky.

"Funeral!" Mu Cang suddenly said in shock, "Lord General!"

"What kind of funeral?" said Fanyin loudly after seeing Mu Cang's excited reaction from afar.

"The Lord is going to cut himself off! Die with the Spirit Lord!" Mu Cang shouted, wanting to stop it, but he couldn't leave the bunker stone rock for half a step, the wind and waves were terrifying, and the heavens and the earth swirled. The ice of Jingyue Lake began to hunt, brittle like a taut white paper.

Sanskrit looked at the sky in a hurry, only to see that the spiritual power of the main general was pouring out from the heart vein, getting stronger and stronger. In an instant, the entire sky was covered with blood.

"Funeral!" Sanskrit said in a daze.

Different from the spiritual funeral, the funeral is to pour the power of a person's heart, and when the physical condition is good, or even in the heyday, forcibly stimulate the spiritual power to reach the peak state, and destroy the opponent in one fell swoop. It is one of the most powerful attack spiritual methods of psionic beings, and those who possess this spiritual method must also be the pinnacle of spiritual power.

Northern Tang Muren kept attacking and attacked the spirit lord with all his might. The spirit lord resisted and did not care. But gradually, the Spirit Lord found that the power of Northern Tang Muren's burial had been attacking for a long time, and it was not what he had expected.

Taishu Xuan and the fifth Xiaoyao died in the hands of Ya Xin one after another. None of them are good, but in terms of strong and lasting spiritual power, Ya Xin has never seen it in his life before he met Northern Tang Muren.

"If it goes on like this, my primordial spirit will not be guaranteed!" The spirit lord said in horror, "Forcing the Northern Tang Muren to death is the goal, I don't need to take the soul power again!" Just as Sanskrit Yin said when he confronted him, in a battle with the Fifth Escape, the Spirit Lord was proud and underestimated the enemy. As a result, when the fifth Xiaoyao died with him in the end, the spirit master could not get out, and his spiritual power was greatly damaged, and he retreated with serious injuries.

The night clothes suddenly waved, wanting to lead the spirit lord to retreat to the great wilderness.

"I want to leave! It's not that easy!" Beitang Muren shouted in the air. The red dragon-like spiritual power turned around, sealing all the retreats of the spirit lord. The Spirit Lord is imprisoned here. Seeing this, he shrank into a ball in an instant, revealing only a disgusting fake face with loose skin, turning in the night clothes, staring at Beitang Muren evilly.

Time gradually passed, and Northern Tang Muren couldn't attack it for a long time.

"The Lord General has one less gap!" Mu Cang said loudly, "Everyone listen to the order and release the Spirit Arrow!" "The Spirit Lord's defense is too solid for Northern Tang Muren to break through. If this continues, the Northern Tang Muren will die, but the spirit master will still be able to survive.

Countless spiritual arrows shot into the sky, but before they could get close to the two of them, all the spiritual arrows were gone.

Sanskrit was anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She looked at the two people facing each other in the sky, and unconsciously chanted: "Dad......" Suddenly, Sanskrit was shocked and looked at the sky. I saw that the wrinkles on the spirit lord's face began to lift little by little, and under the dirty eye sockets, Fanyin saw a hint of déjà vu, "Scared...... He was scared. ”

"Who?" asked Chilu on the side.

"Spirit Master!" said Fanyin with a fierce look in his eyes. After a moment, she said, "Chilu, do me a favor." ”

Chilu looked at Sanskrit and was silent for a while.

"What's wrong?" asked Fanyin, looking back.

"What are you going to do?" said Chiru.

Sanskrit looked at him, "Chilu, I'm content." A sweet smile of relief hung on the corner of Sanskrit's mouth. She felt that in the five years since she left her parents, she had never felt so relieved as she was now.

"I'll go for you. Chilu's voice grew deeper and deeper, so low that he couldn't even hear it. Falling in my heart, I only feel sad.

Fanyin smiled even sweeter: "You can't replace me." "Hurry up, old man, don't be a mother-in-law!"

Chilu suddenly looked at Sanskrit and said stupidly, "Did you hear that?"

Fanyin looked at Chilu with a smile, her eyes moving: "I heard you, fool." Hurry up, everyone can't stand it!" In the last sentence, Sanskrit Yin has already ordered loudly.

The next moment, Chilu's eyes were sour, his hands held up Sanskrit's feet, his spiritual power gathered in his palms, and he exerted force all over his body, throwing Sanskrit into the sky violently. Sanskrit sound was like a silver meteor, covered with frost, and its hair was like silver threads, heading straight for the spirit lord.

The filthy figure wrapped in the night's clothes, constantly paying attention to the movement outside, suddenly writhed, and a wisp of filth was thrown towards Sanskrit. Sanskrit spread her arms outstretched, her fingers slightly open, and she looked at the Spirit Lord with disdain. Thin lips lightly opened: "Die!

The spirit lord suddenly rushed out of the night clothes, opened his arm and struck at the Sanskrit sound, and ten thousand black thorns attacked the Sanskrit sound in an instant. Fanyin looked at the Spirit Lord, and the corners of her mouth lifted.

"Broken! Fooled!" Just as the spirit lord repented, the void in front of him was opened. The Red Dragon Spiritual Power of Northern Tang Muren rushed towards the Great Open Portal of the Spirit Lord Yasin.

A terrifying and deformed scream suddenly pierced the heavens and the earth, and the spirit lord Yasin instantly scattered and died. There was countless rain in the sky. Northern Tang Muren wanted to come to the rescue of Fanyin, but he couldn't do it.

The Sanskrit sound fell between heaven and earth, and the divine will was barren. The people she cares about in this world are gone after all, and the people she cares about in this world are finally fine. Her face was cold and unconcerned. Seeing that the black thorn had arrived, she only felt a lifetime of relief.

Suddenly, Sanskrit felt sour, and a cold and sad feeling suddenly rose. She was delirious, holding a petal in her hand, and Chu Chu whispered: "Beiming." ”

Listen only to the words in the lettercard, whispering here and whispering there.

"Beiming!" Sanskrit was stunned, his eyes widened! The person he was calling just now was in front of him at this moment......