Hearing this chaotic voice, An Yiming's expression was complicated.

He looked up, his expression revealed a hint of fear, he had never seen such a terrifying martial spirit, so he had a sense of fear of the unknown.

"Uh...... I. An Yiming subconsciously responded. However, when he said this, he felt so remorseful that he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

He realized that with his own strength, he was probably not the opponent of the martial soul in front of him, so he was very worried that the martial soul in front of him would attack him.

"Say it again!" the Dragon Slayer Heavenly Venerable Martial Spirit let out a roaring threat as he strode forward, not to mention how angry he was.

At this moment, Long Yuanwu flew down from the rooftop, following the Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Spirit to approach the target step by step.

An Yiming didn't have time to react, and the Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Spirit stepped on it.

The body of the Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Spirit was ethereal, and under the shroud of that night, it seemed even more mysterious and unpredictable.

There was a "boom" with a dull sound.

The Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Spirit stepped on An Yiming with one foot, and finally stepped it into the ground.

Stepping on a large pit on the ground, this big pit has the shape of An Haiming's body, which looks a little funny.

It took An Yiming a long time to crawl out of the pit, looking a little embarrassed.

Long Yuanwu's gaze was smiling, and he moved from this hole, and finally locked on to An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial soul again.

His current plan is to devour this big red sedan chair martial spirit, and then turn it into his own use.

With the big red sedan chair martial spirit, it can be used to deal with Long Ling'er.

Of course, he and Long Ling'er are not competitors, but a couple on the contract, so they don't hate Long Ling'er, they just want to compete with him in strength.

Before he left the family, he made a verbal agreement with Long Ling'er. According to the agreement, after he returns from the Ugin Mountains, he will have a competition with Long Ling'er, and if Long Ling'er can defeat him, let him continue to serve as the acting patriarch.

The Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Soul only took a few steps, and rushed to the back of the big red sedan chair martial soul, and at this moment, the big red sedan chair martial soul concentrated all his attention on dealing with Long Ling'er.

Unaware of the approach of the Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Spirit, there is an element of sky.

The sky was very dark, and the figure of the Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Spirit was ethereal, and under the shroud of this night, it was difficult for the naked eye to catch it.

The Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Spirit then stretched out its neck, opened its bloody mouth, and kept stretching its neck, like a dough that was constantly stretched.

His huge head, a hundredfold huge in mid-air, looked a little terrifying.

Moreover, his head is still getting bigger, and his eyes are flashing with a fiery red demonic light, which makes people feel a sense of fear when they look at it.

"Ah!" An Yiming looked horrified, very worried that his martial soul would be devoured, this was his killer weapon, and it was his hole card.

"Slow!" Just as the Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Soul opened its huge mouth and bit down on the big red sedan chair Martial Soul, An Yiming suddenly broke off.

For him, if he loses his martial soul, it is like losing a second life.

It's like a weapon to a warrior, the sword is in the person, the knife is dead, and his martial soul is like his six souls and seven spirits, and he has a more intimate relationship with him.

He can tolerate the destruction of weapons, but he will never tolerate the destruction of martial spirits.

"Long Yuanwu, what do you want?" An Yiming was extremely nervous, worried that his martial soul would be destroyed.

"Well, I'll tell you the truth, I plan to subdue your martial spirit, not destroy it. Long Yuanwu shook the folding fan in his hand and said calmly.

"Ahh

He kept talking to Long Yuanwu, hoping to distract Long Yuanwu's spiritual power, so that he could not control his martial soul wholeheartedly.

He believed that his spiritual strength was stronger than Long Yuanwu's spiritual strength.

Therefore, when he was talking to Long Yuanwu, he carefully paid attention to his martial soul, hoping that his martial soul would be able to kill the Dragon Slayer Tianzun martial soul at the last moment.

At this moment, the dragon slaying innocent martial soul picked up his right foot and stepped on the big red sedan chair martial spirit.

His movements were a little sluggish, before, he was in a state of merging with Long Yuanwu's spirit, and now he was separated from Long Yuanwu's spirit.

At the moment when his movement became sluggish, the big red sedan chair martial spirit opened the door curtain, and then a powerful suction force was generated from it, like a storm, swept out of the sedan chair.

This powerful suction force acted directly on Long Ling'er's body.

"Brother Yuanwu, I have already done everything I have done for you, and ...... next" Long Ling'er's voice did not fall, and the whole person was swallowed by this sedan chair under this storm-like suction.

She knew that Long Yuanwu wanted to subdue An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial spirit, so she deliberately pretended to be very weak.

Hearing Long Ling'er's call, Long Yuanwu shook the folding fan with a calm expression.

At this moment, Long Yuanwu was talking to An Yiming, An Yiming wanted to distract him, and he also had the same idea.

"Long Yuanwu, my big red sedan chair martial soul has successfully completed the task and devoured Long Ling'er, so I won't accompany you!" An Yiming looked proud, and he was secretly happy in his heart, even if he couldn't beat Long Yuanwu's martial soul, it shouldn't be difficult to retreat with his whole body.

"It seems that the strength of your big red sedan sedan martial soul is indeed stronger than Long Ling'er, this is exactly what I want to see, if your martial soul can't devour Long Ling'er, I'm too lazy to ask for it. Long Yuanwu shook the folding fan in his hand, and his chin raised a proud arc.

"Yes, if you have the ability, you will accept my martial soul!" An Yiming believes in his martial soul, and it is not difficult to retreat with his whole body. And that's where his mission ends. According to her plan, she used the big red sedan chair martial spirit to devour Long Ling'er and evacuate immediately.

"Do you think that your martial soul can slip away from the palm of my hand?" Long Yuanwu looked disdainful, the reason why he was not in a hurry to kill An Yiming was because he wanted to disintegrate the other party from a psychological level.

This has something to do with his character, killing the other party is cheap for the other party, and if the other party is convinced, it will be enjoyable.

"Long Yuanwu, I don't want to continue talking nonsense with you, my task has been completed, the duel between you and me, let's talk about it after the wedding, so as not to be too unlucky!" As soon as An Yiming's voice fell, his figure jumped up, and then he used his spiritual body to control the martial soul of the big red sedan chair and flew away into the distance.

"No need to go, it's too late!" Long Yuanwu cranked the folding fan in his hand, and did not prevent An Yiming from approaching the martial soul of the big red sedan chair, but used his mind to influence his martial soul and influence him to take the next step.

At this moment, the Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Soul had already targeted the Great Red Flower Sedan Martial Soul and kept it within its own attack range. He suddenly opened his mouth, and devoured the martial spirit of the big red sedan chair.

"Ahh

This fear of falling into the abyss forced her to cry out for help.

"What's the matter? I can't run my cultivation, I can't run my true qi!" "In the martial soul of the big red sedan chair, Long Ling'er wanted to run his true qi and cultivation, but found that he couldn't do anything.

At this time, from the martial soul of the big red sedan chair, a three-dimensional human face outline was raised, and this human face outline seemed to be An Yiming.

"Long Ling'er, don't waste your efforts, in my big red sedan chair martial spirit, you are like a waste!" An Yiming looked proud. His big red sedan chair martial soul is a woman's nemesis.

Once a woman falls into his martial spirit, she will lose most of her cultivation, which is no different from waste.

At this moment, his six souls and seven spirits have been combined with the big red sedan chair martial soul, and he can control the martial soul at will, showing a variety of behaviors.

However, just when An Yiming thought that she could triumph this time, Long Yuanwu's voice sounded in her ears: "Really?"

Long Yuanwu's martial soul has devoured the big red sedan chair martial soul and is currently slowly assimilating it.

With the passage of time, An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial soul gradually became a part of Long Yuanwu's body.

About half an hour later, Long Yuanwu's Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Soul completely subdued the big red sedan chair martial soul.

At this time, on the sedan body of the big red sedan chair martial spirit, Long Yuanwu's facial outline was raised: "Little sister, do you still recognize me?"

The silhouette of this human figure rising from the sedan chair is golden all over, and it looks very noble.

"Brother Yuanwu, why are you here?" Long Ling'er looked surprised, she didn't expect to see Long Yuanwu's facial outline here.

"I have subdued An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial spirit, and now, this sedan chair is for my use!" From the golden silhouette of the human face, Long Yuanwu's voice came out,

"Ah!" Long Ling'er looked surprised, she didn't expect Long Yuanwu to actually subdue An Yiming's martial spirit.

On the sedan body, there is not only one human face outline, but also An Yiming's human face outline, which is in a state of unity of human soul.

At this moment, An Yiming's facial silhouette was shocked.

"Little sister, I'll let you out! However, there is one thing I want to tell you. From the outline of the golden human face, Long Yuanwu's voice came out.

"What's the matter, tell me. Long Ling'er said.

"About the acting patriarch. Long Yuanwu said.

"I'm convinced!" Long Ling'er groaned for a moment, and then spread her hands.

"Look at you, you're not really convinced. ”

"No, I have indeed served, I am willing to give way!" Long Ling'er knew that if Long Yuanwu hadn't come to the rescue, he would have been kidnapped by the big red sedan chair martial spirit. Moreover, in the big red sedan chair martial spirit, she can't run her cultivation and true qi, which is no different from a wasted person.

The big red sedan chair martial spirit then regained its stability, and finally the door curtain opened.

"Little sister, come out. A hand lifted the curtain of the door, and then a head poked out, it was Long Yuanwu.

"Brother Yuanwu. Long Ling'er rushed out excitedly, in the few minutes that he had been devoured by the big red sedan chair martial soul just now, he felt like he had experienced a death.

After she rushed out, she hugged Long Yuanwu tightly without saying anything, the experience just now made her heart palpitate, she thought that she was afraid of dying this time, but she didn't expect to come back to life in the end.

"Ah, what's going on?" Seeing Long Ling'er walk out of the big red sedan chair martial soul, An Yiming looked surprised, thinking back to the voice he heard in the martial soul space just now, and finally believed that his martial soul had been subdued by Long Yuanwu.

Seeing Long Ling'er and Long Yuanwu so close, An Yiming felt quite uncomfortable, and a sense of despair suddenly hit his heart.

"Poof!" An Yiming was furious, covering his mouth and spurting out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, his eyes are confused, his brows are tightly locked, this kind of taste is more uncomfortable than death.

"Hmph. Seeing An Yiming with a look of despair on his face, Long Yuanwu snorted coldly, and then walked side by side with Long Ling'er and turned to leave.

"Long Yuanwu, our An family will never let you go, and we Qingshanmen will not let you go!" An Yiming was unwilling and threatened.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, I will pay back tenfold!" Long Yuanwu's cold words made An Yiming feel particularly harsh.

An Yiming is not only a member of the An family, but also a disciple of Qingshanmen.

More than 100 meters away, there were many Qingshan Sect disciples, but when they saw the dragon-slaying Tianzun martial soul as tall as a mountain, they were all too frightened to continue to approach, and could only watch An Yiming fall into the hands of Long Yuanwu.

"An Yiming, do you see it, those Qingshanmen disciples are just like you, all of them are cowardly and vain. Long Yuanwu glanced at the audience as he spoke, and there was a hint of contempt in his tone.

Poof.

An Yiming spurted blood from his mouth, gradually lost consciousness, and then fell to the ground with his head on his back.

Seeing An Yiming who was lying down, a mocking smile lifted at the corner of Long Yuanwu's lips, angry An Yiming alive is his purpose, the purpose has been achieved, and he can leave with peace of mind.

Of course, he also wanted to compete with the other Qingshan Sect disciples, because the Qingshan Sect disciples would soon point the finger at their Long family.

The disciples of Qingshan Sect have been chasing and killing Long Zhan, and this time they will definitely not let go of their Long family.

And Long Yuanwu also wanted to regard them as his final goal, after all, there were indeed many masters in a huge sect.

The group of Qingshanmen disciples in front of him is just a Qingshanmen branch disciple, and the overall strength is weak.

An Yiming gradually woke up, and couldn't wait to check his body, his hands and feet were still there, but he was covered in blood, and several meridians had been broken.

"Ah!" An Yiming looked terrified, "I...... I ......"

"What am I? Don't you think you should thank me for not killing?" Long Yuanwu's words revealed a hint of irony.

Hearing Long Yuanwu's words, An Yiming's anger in his heart became even stronger, but now he had more than enough strength in his heart, so he only continued to suppress this anger in his heart.

With a "poof", a large mouthful of blood was spurted out, and with unwillingness and regret, he gradually closed his eyes.

"You deserve it!" Long Yuanwu's chin raised slightly, and he snorted coldly, feeling quite relieved.

"Long Ling'er, are you okay?" With a sweet voice, Lin Qianqian trotted over, looking very concerned.

But the heart is not a taste, I wish Long Ling'er was devoured by the martial soul of the big red sedan chair, but I didn't expect Long Ling'er to finally escape this catastrophe.