Tong Tong desperately slammed his shoulder against the identity of the witch god, and a dagger appeared in his hand, slashing at his fingers quickly and explosively.

Trouble also took out his dagger and slashed desperately, while firing fire magic frantically, and used up all his mana in one bite.

The nine-colored spirit phoenix flew above the head of the witch god's clone, throwing fire-based magic while attacking his head with sharp claws and mouths.

The nine-clawed golden holy dragon kept roaring, spewing out mouthfuls of dragon breath, and the nine claws kept grabbing it.

The fire dragon was also in a hurry, and simply kept ramming the enemy with its huge body.

The martial arts clone was still calmly shouting: "Lao Tzu said ......"

This kind of offensive is almost already their strongest offensive means, and if they change their opponents, they will probably be crushed into ashes long ago, however, the witch god clone has not been affected at all, all the attacks have fallen on him, and seeing that he has penetrated him, he can recover in a thousandth of a second, as if he has not been attacked.

The body is not hurt, and the soul is not hurt.

Is this magical?physical attack?What should I do?

Xuanyuan Que furrowed his eyebrows into a ball of sauerkraut, and thought of a way with all the clones. At the same time, he was not idle in his hands, and powerful moves such as Yin and Yang Time Hands, Shocking Fingers, and Eighteen Waves were used one after another, but in vain.

This series of attacks, which is troublesome to say, was actually completed in the blink of an eye, and in less than a tenth of a breath, the witch god had withstood at least a hundred attacks, and each attack had the power of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, but there was nothing he could do.

The witch god clone grabbed the three of them in the palm of his hand, and laughed arrogantly: "I said, mortals are mortals, ants are ants, become a part of me, and you will get eternal life......"

A substantial soul power surged overwhelmingly, and the three of them were like grass in a storm, like a boat in the overturning river and sea, as if they were about to be killed at any time.

Suddenly, Tong Tong's long green dress erupted with a burst of bright yellow light, bounced away the soul power for a few points, and then slowly spread around, and everywhere it passed, the soul power melted one after another......

Xuanyuan smiled wickedly, and with a flip of his palm, Taishang Laojun's gossip furnace suddenly appeared in the air, rapidly becoming larger, and the furnace lid was half-covered, but it exuded a strong suction.

The witch god clone was shocked, his big hand could no longer be clenched into a fist, he let go of Xuanyuan Que and the two beauties, and quickly retracted: "Who are you?

Xuanyuan Que smiled: "I'm just a nine-cylinder waste. ”

The witch god clone almost fell into a somersault, what a god, what kind of nine-cylinder waste is so powerful, give me a dozen!" He shouted: "Hell, nonsense, this girl's clothes are obviously top-grade immortal weapons, and this big furnace is obviously the best immortal weapons, these two things also have growth attributes, which are very rare in the fairy world, but they appear on the two of you nine-cylinder waste...... Which great god are you a descendant of?"

The witch god clone is really about to cry, as soon as these two magic weapons come out, he knows that things are big, this thing is not something that ordinary people can have, appearing on such two wastes, it can only mean one thing, they are the descendants of a certain great god playing the game of traversal.

Do you want to play like this?

He is a witch god, which sounds very good, but in the fairy world, such a level god grabs a lot of a handful, and shoots down a brick, nine out of ten are at this level, otherwise, he would not have worked hard to build a witch temple on such a low-level planet.

the soul, am I easy?

Unexpectedly, the soul dedication ceremony finally appeared, but he hit his head on the iron plate.

How dare the witch god clone wrestle with this kind of great god who is either the second generation of officials or the second generation of riches, he immediately knelt down and shouted loudly: "The immortals spare their lives, the immortals spare their lives." ”

Xuanyuan didn't blink his eyes, and the gossip furnace smashed down on his head.

The doppelganger screamed and fled.

Xuanyuan Que smiled faintly, flicked his fingers, picked out a ball of Nine Ambition True Fire from the gossip furnace, bounced it into the air, and shouted: "Lao Tzu said, the fire is big." ”

Rumble......

The sky seemed to be burning, the air was drained, and the infinite Nine Madhi True Fire engulfed the heavens and the earth......

The witch god clone screamed, shivering in the fire, but could no longer find a way out.

Xuanyuan slapped Tong Tong, put the trouble out of his arms again, and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Tong Tong took his hand and refused to let go, just now, she really felt the extreme danger, it was completely worthy of fate, the soul was in danger of being extinguished at any time, death was not terrible, what was terrible was that from now on, she would be separated from the person in front of her, and there would be no day of reunion......

Does it make sense in life without him?

I didn't think about the trouble so much, I just nostalgically lay in Xuanyuan Que's arms, the feeling was indescribably wonderful, and there was an indescribable sense of security, as if, when the sky fell, he could stand up, and when the ground sank, he could hold on.

Xuanyuan Que felt that the aura of the two of them was a little strange, but now was not the time to think about it.

Under the dual threat of the Bagua Furnace and the Nine Wild True Fire, the Witch God clone was finally sucked into his mind by the Martial Dao clone, and the powerful immortal spirit qi surrounded it strongly, absorbing it unreasonably......

The soul power of the witch god's clone may only be one-ten-thousandth of that of the witch god, maybe less, but for a mortal like Xuanyuan Que, it is powerful enough, purer, more condensed, and of higher quality than his soul, and even the number is even larger.

At this time, entering the mind of the martial arts clone, there was the Nine Madhi True Fire, the Immortal Qi, and the Saint's bones crushed together, and they were quickly fused.

According to the old rules, the martial arts clone drained all the knowledge in the soul and gave all the pure soul power to the deity.

"Wow, rely on ......" Although Xuanyuan Que knew that he would get a big supplement, he didn't expect it to come so violently, surging like a sea of waves, almost knocking him over.

Xuanyuan Que desperately stabilized his body, and ran the remnants of his qi quickly, forcibly compressing a large number of souls.

Suddenly, he felt that there was something more in his mind, and in his busy schedule, he saw that it was actually the soul control technique that the martial arts clone had just learned from the knowledge of the witch god clone.

He was overjoyed and looked at it at a glance, in fact, even if he didn't look at it, he could use it. If the doppelganger will, he will too, and this is the benefit of the doppelganger.

After possessing the soul control technique, Xuanyuan rushed towards the unspeakably large soul with full confidence......

Soul attack, although it is not a threat to him, but it looks very tall, and he can control the enemy without moving, this feeling is very good.

Come, soul power, be a part of me and make you immortal.

Well, this sentence is the mantra of the witch god doppelganger, and it feels quite good to borrow it.