Mo Ran was anxiously watching the fight in the field, but couldn't he take a few of them out of boundaries? But King Xuan, they seem to be able to use it too? While silently thinking about what else could be used on his body.

What else is in the USB stick? Whip! Cart? Wolf anti-wolf, anti-wolf spray! That's right! Anti-wolf device, anti-wolf spray! Now it's finally ready to work!

But this thing can only be sneak attacked, and if it misses once, there is no chance to use it a second time. For whom will the odds be higher? It looks like I'm going to go to the wind, and I can only adapt to it when the time comes.

Originally, King Xuan's subordinates had the upper hand in momentum, and after Yun'er and others came on the field, the situation on the field had undergone a great reversal.

The girls led by Ziyan have increased their attack power with new weapons, which greatly improves their morale. Through pairwise training in the Land of the Dead, he has also made great progress in his combat skills.

Here, Ziling was holding a lancet and Yuzhi was holding a rainstorm pear flower needle back to back, constantly sneaking up on those masters with residual blood. Don't tell them that stealing chickens and touching dogs is not a gentleman's doing, they will hold their heads high and snort coldly: We are not gentlemen, we are women.

Ziyan and Zimo were originally outstanding in fighting skills, and they cooperated tacitly. Now there is new equipment, and it is even more powerful. Several masters of the middle level of the Condensation Realm on the opposite side were folded under their hands.

They were also surprised to find that the elasticity and toughness of the vestment were very good, and ordinary weapons slashing on the vestment could not cause much damage at all. Mo Ran didn't know that the magic clothes she made were the same as those of modern body armor. To a certain extent, he helped Yun'er and others resist a lot of damage, so he was able to show such bravery.

And Yun'er's performance was also particularly outstanding, which surprised King Xuan.

King Xuan: I heard that this demon seed devil is only 120 years old, how can he cultivate to the middle level of the Condensing God Realm? What kind of cultivation speed is this! Isn't it rumored that the demon seed devils are all garbage in the early stage? Why doesn't the night shadow seem to be very bad.

Seeing that everyone was so brave, throwing his head for the Netherworld Temple and sprinkling blood for him, his eyes were unconsciously a little moist, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

Fight, what else is there to scruple about at this time. It's a big deal to blow up the original god and die together. Die like a man, don't lose the face of that stinky boy of Night Shadow, and don't lose the face of my Netherworld.

The weapons that Mo Ran equipped them with were like the scythe of death that reaped their lives, and the more the opponent's master fought, the more fearful he became.

When did the Netherworld have such a divine weapon, why didn't you receive any news? It's not the way to go.

King Xuan gradually couldn't sit still, thinking that the master he brought would definitely be superior to the Netherworld Temple in terms of cultivation. Who would have thought that a group of masters who were brave in battle and armed with divine weapons suddenly appeared in the Netherworld Temple. I'm afraid I'm going to suffer a big loss if I continue like this, so it's better to capture the thief and capture the king first.

"Hey! The play is almost over, it's time for the lonely king to play! ”

"Hmm~ King Xuan, didn't you just promise to let Yiyi go up?"

"Okay, good, you get on, you get on!" King Xuan is also happy to watch the play.

Yun'er and the fifth girl looked anxious, but they lacked skills and couldn't come forward to rescue them as soon as possible, secretly hating that their cultivation was too low.

Mo Ran's heart is like a drum, the wind is in danger, and the next one will be him. This is the so-called cold lips and teeth, and she must not be allowed to succeed.

Concentrate, concentrate! Always ready to make a move. Due to the high level of tension, Mo Ran felt that her hands and feet were a little disobedient, and her joints were stiff all over her body. She clenched the delicate little glass bottle in her hand, ready to strike at any moment.

At the same time, the wind was also very nervous. Although Yiyi is weaker than King Xuan, he is also a master of the first level of the Yinxia Realm. There is still a big gap compared with the peak of his own condensation stage! But I'm ready to die anyway, so it's better to give it a go. Thinking about it this way, the wind relaxed a lot.

Yiyi began to strike, her orchid fingers pinched, and a pink air mass lingered between her fingers. She flicked her strength in the direction of the wind, and pink air balls shot out.

Swift Wind pulled out a silver-white iron fan from his body, which matched his clothes. This is the natal magic weapon of the wind - the Seven Absolute Spiral Fire Fan. However, as soon as this weapon came out, it confirmed the previous charge that King Xuan said that he was pretending to be the Shadow King. Because as we all know, the Shadow King is a sword-wielder!

When the pink air mass was less than two meters away from the wind's body, it turned into the huge, hideous gray skeleton, rushing towards the wind, and the rancid smell could be smelled all around the wind's big mouth.

The wind condensed its luck, and the Seven Absolute Spiral Fire Fan fanned at the gray skeleton, and a wave of heat gushed out. A fire erupted on the side of the fan, and a wall of fire blocked the skeleton back, gradually disappearing into the air.

"Yo, there are two hits! King Xuan, that fan looks good, can it be given to Yiyi in a while? Yiyi threw a wink at King Xuan's side, and then pinched a ball of pink gas with both hands and bounced towards the wind.

"Of course you can! Isn't it just a broken fan? Even if you want the moon in the sky, the lone king will find a way to get it for you. King Xuan looked like he didn't care.

The wind looked at King Xuan and Yiyi singing and harmonizing, and before the others died, they were thinking about their fans, and they didn't take themselves in their eyes at all, they were so angry!

"You're not afraid of fire, then try another one!" The wind chanted an obscure incantation.

Suddenly, the fan of the wind was like a fire hydrant that had been suddenly blown off, and the monstrous waves rushed out of the fan, scattering the gas that bounced over, and slapped at King Xuan, Yiyi and others.

Mo Ran's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw the water spurting out of the fan.

"Don't fall in love with the Netherworld, everyone is moving closer to us!"

The Netherworld Hall generals were confused, but they still came obediently.

Everyone in the Yin Hall saw that the Netherworld Hall had retreated to Mo Ran's side, and they also moved closer to King Xuan.

"Boy, do you want to put water in my bath because I'm tired of playing sister? Hahaha! Yiyi smiled contemptuously, stretched out her right hand, and instantly popped out of her palm, a shield condensed by pink gas one meter long and two meters wide, blocking the wind and water.

Mo Ran saw that the water had all soaked under the feet of King Xuan and the others, and the corners of her mouth lifted. Good timing! Look at me. Flood and wolf guards are more compatible!

"Ghost Walk!" Mo Ran teleported to the water's edge, dangled the enemy in front of the enemy's eyes with his skeleton soldiers, distracted others, took out a rectangular black plastic box, dialed MAX at the button, and stretched it into the water.

"Ah~ah~ah~" What's going on? King Xuan felt a burst of numbness coming from the soles of his feet, and this tingling was still intensifying.

King Xuan and his subordinates, including Yiyi, all twitched involuntarily under the waves of purple electricity, and felt like a break dance.

The masters brought by King Xuan were drained of most of their physical strength by the current, and their strength was greatly reduced.

"It's you!" Yiyi hatefully glanced at Mo Ran, who was squatting on the ground and didn't know what tricks he had played, and let himself make a fool of himself in public, which was unforgivable!

Yiyi sacrificed a dagger, suddenly broke free from the shackles of electricity, abandoned the long-range attacks he was good at, and pounced straight at Mo Ran.

You must slash this dead woman, otherwise it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!

Mo Ran was so immersed in the joy of a successful sneak attack that she didn't notice that death had pounced on her.