"Do you dare to come in?" Zuoqiu Maocheng took a rough breath and glared at Jun Mad fiercely, as if his eyes could burn people out of two holes.

"Dare!" Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at him defiantly, "But why did I come in?" If you tell me to come in, I'll come in? Why? "Obviously, even if you ask you to ask for good words, you can't move me, and you still expect me to take the initiative to give you face?

"Humph!" Zuoqiu Maocheng snorted coldly, showing his disdain, he was furious, and he wanted to get rid of Jun Mad as soon as possible.

This anger was just right for accumulating demonic energy, but as soon as he thought of the word "rage", he remembered that Jun Madness had deliberately mixed the Divine Phoenix True Flame into his black flame before, causing him to be injured once, although he barely survived, it was too demoralizing.

So, the anger that had finally been mustered up died down like this, and he felt that he was unusually calm.

If he had changed to an ordinary monk, he would definitely express his joy that his Dao heart had become more firm, and even the gentleman who deliberately stood in front of him to provoke would also express his gratitude in his heart. Of course, I will still fight, but I will no longer hold hatred, but have more respect for my opponent.

But for Zuoqiu Maocheng, it was like a natural disaster. Demon cultivation is all based on impulse, the more intense the negative emotions are, the higher the efficiency of accumulating demonic qi, of course, there are people who go down the wrong path because of love and paranoia like continuously, but after all, there are very few; If there is no impulse, it means that as a demon cultivator, there is no future anymore.

Zuoqiu Maocheng has never hated his calmness so much, but the more he feels unwilling, the more calm his mentality becomes, and he even has the illusion of being in the sky, looking down on himself and Jun.

This is clearly not a state of demon cultivation, this state makes his entire state plummet, and a powerful opponent is in front of him, he is just a living target trapped in the array, those wooden stakes let him explode only leave some traces, what is even more terrifying is that over time, this wooden stake actually began to heal slightly, I am afraid that it will not take a long time for the slight scratches to heal completely, even if it is a deeper trace, it will be restored in the passage of time.

There is no doubt that this is another huge blow to Zuoqiu Maocheng's morale.

Even if he loses to Jun Mad in terms of means, even a small wooden stake in the Necromancy can't get along with him, and these one hundred and eighteen wooden stakes seem to be laughing at him, which makes him upset, and he can't inspire other feelings.

"You're out of words?" Jun Mad didn't plan to enter the formation, but just looked at Zuoqiu Maocheng with a funny face, "I see that you seem to be quite miserable, this formation really stumped you?" ”

Zuoqiu Maocheng was so stunned that he was about to vomit blood, he stared at Jun Mad with a cold look in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it.

What can he do? Trapped in this array, or even in the center of the array, if Jun Mad intends to attack, the range of his dodge is very limited, and even the upper part is suppressed, if he jumps up, the distance to the height of the two will be suppressed by a burst of pressure.

The space to dodge is very small, but he is a big target, and I believe that Jun Mad will not miss.

Thinking of this, the fighting intent in his heart also began to quietly degenerate, and now he can only say that he is calm, but there is a cruel smile on his face: "I bet that you are not rare to attack live targets, you don't want to see how I make a fool of myself." At this time, Zuoqiu Maocheng finally remembered that he was competing with Jun Mad for the strength of the domain.

He was too deep in the play, and he could still stay awake when he saw the antiquities, reminding himself that after leaving, he would go to the real Necronomicon and obtain the things left by the ancient clan to study and repair, but when he was sure that there were other floors in the Necronomicon Temple, he was blinded by materialism, and after entering this formation, he actually forgot that he was in the domain of the king's madness.

Thinking of this, he used his demonic qi to condense a lot of black long needles around his body, and approached the door of Jun Madness. He was already confused, and even suspected that the madness that suddenly appeared here was also an illusion.

But he thought it was an illusion person, as soon as he raised his hand, he brushed off these long needles, he only felt Jun Mad hand, and more than a dozen long needles were grabbed by Jun Mad in his hand, and only one of them was pinched into pieces, and was burned by Shenhuang Zhenyan to the point that there was no scum left.

"You!" Zuoqiu Maocheng can probably only stare at it.

"Don't you, me, since you have entered my Necromantic Temple, in my territory, then I have the final say." Jun sneered, "Besides, you don't have your own territory at all. The Temple of Life and Death is mine, the Divine Phoenix Ruins are also mine, and the King's Tomb is also under my jurisdiction in the Divine Phoenix Ruins, and you are just an uninvited guest, and you really think you are a hunter waiting for the rabbit? ”

He was in a good mood, and he talked a lot in the face of Zuoqiu Maocheng, anyway, this person couldn't jump up even if he was in a hurry, not afraid, not afraid.

Zuoqiu Maocheng was choked back and forth several times, and he had already finished speaking. He has already understood that he will definitely not win a quarrel, and he is not a hero if he has a little cheap on his mouth, and he can't lose a piece of meat if he is taken advantage of, so there is no need to care; But the lip service is on the one hand, and the strength is on the other hand, he is now trapped here, Jun Mad did not kill the killer, he is just waiting to kill himself, a demon cultivator has no means to obtain demon qi, what future is there at all?

Thinking of this, Zuoqiu Maocheng's fighting spirit continued to wane.

But he is not reconciled, he still has several small spaces, this time he is not as good as others, and he is not as powerful and realistic as Jun Mad in terms of domain, but he can still do it again, as long as he retreats for a period of time, he is still the original Zuo King!

After making up his mind, he began to prepare, while not forgetting to distract Jun Madness: "Your domain is very strong, even stronger, and your Dao Fire is also stronger than mine, I am willing to bow to the wind, I am not a person who cannot afford to lose, it is my honor to be able to fight with someone as strong as you." Now, he no longer dares to call himself "lonely" in front of Jun Mad, even if he wants to lose some face, it is better than losing his life.

"Suddenly you speak so nicely, it always feels like you have some kind of conspiracy." Jun looked at Zuoqiu Maocheng with a wild smile, but the hand hanging by his side pinched a trick.

The two of them had their own plans in their hearts, in the end, Zuoqiu Maocheng was one step ahead, and realized that he had finished preparing, and the various small worlds were not only well hidden, but even the passages between each other had been checked, which was enough to ensure that he could hide for a while, so he showed a smug face: "Okay!" I'll admit that this time I was very unwilling to lose, but not necessarily next time. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Qiu Maocheng pinched a trick in his hand, recited a sentence silently in his mouth, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

But this wicked smile was completely frozen on his face in the next instant.

"Impossible!" He only felt a chill spread from the back of his heart to his limbs, as if his whole body was frozen and stiff.

Compared with Jun Madness, he is always one move worse.

(End of chapter)