The second hammer of the bowl spirit had a feeling of hitting the vacancy, and the square hammer was rotated three times before it barely stopped, and then there was a feeling of weakness coming from the entire divine body.

"What kind of magic weapon is this, it consumes so much energy!"

Before the bowl spirit had time to think about it, the loud roar from earlier had already provoked the other two people in the distance. It was the Bear Ripper and Youlan who had tried to chase the bowl spirit before.

It's just that the way Youlan flew was a little special, almost in the direction of the bowl spirit, without the slightest intention of turning, and it had the taste of throwing into her arms.

When he flew closer, Youlan really rushed into the arms of the bowl spirit, and the bowl spirit held it up, only to know that Youlan was already very weak at the moment, so that she couldn't even maintain the most basic flight.

"It's the last Bear Ripper, I'll leave it to you!" Yulan whispered in the bowl spirit's ear.

Bowl Spirit looked at the other party's cultivation and found that the person in front of him was even taller than the guy just now, and it turned out to be a double six cultivation.

"Sister, you think too highly of me, don't you?"

"You... Can you... Take your hands off the way first!"

Wan Ling was stunned for a moment, and then saw that one of his thief hands was still on Youlan's twin peaks, and he was suddenly covered in a cold sweat, and almost threw Youlan out by mistake.

"No wonder it's soft!" the bowl spirit was busy and lewd for a while.

"Are you alright, do you want to hide in the spirit ring first?"

"Why... Youlan habitually laughed twice, broke free from the bowl spirit's embrace, and then looked at the bear tearer: "You ask it, dare to kill me?"

It was only at this moment that the bear tearing did not speak.

"Youlan, I can let you go, but this kid must stay!"

"Why?" the bowl spirit almost blurted out, but he also realized that this kind of idiotic question would not be answered at all, so he looked at Youlan for help.

It's just that I didn't expect Youlan to be even more absolute, and after recovering some, she flew directly to a higher altitude.

"I don't know him, I want to do it!"

"I'm X! don't play like this!dear sister!" Bowl Spirit's plea for help was of no avail, and Youlan never looked at him at all.

All kinds of scolding in the heart of the bowl spirit.

The bear tearer on the opposite side had consumed soul energy in many places in the previous battle with Youlan, but the divine body was unharmed, but the bowl spirit was not, the two sledgehammers had consumed most of his qi and blood and infant yuan, and in the face of a strong enemy, where was the opponent.

At this time, Youlan's voice sounded again.

"Its soul defense weapon has been destroyed by me, so you can do it yourself!"

Wan Ling cried bitterly in his heart: "What's the use of that? Do you want me to use the Yin and Yin Gong in front of you? It may not work if I use it, this is the sixth level of soul transformation realm!"

The Bear Tearer didn't give the bowl spirit a chance to think too much, and after confirming that Youlan had indeed withdrawn from the battle, he had already begun to run his whole body cultivation.

The bowl spirit was helpless, so he had to raise the sledgehammer head-on, ready to meet the other party's blow, hoping to receive a miraculous effect.

"You seem to have some origin with this hammer!" said the bear tearer suddenly.

"The square hammer is for you, how about you let me go?"

"Kill you, and the square hammer will also belong to me!"

After the bear tearer finished speaking, he had already flown out, but his huge body was extremely fast, and the bowl spirit knew that it was impossible for him to dodge, so he could only fight hard.

Agitating the power of the remnants, the bowl spirit swung the square hammer and fought hard with the opponent.

After a loud "boom", both sides fell back to their original positions.

The bowl spirit can sense that the other party is not doing his best, maybe he is guarding against Youlan, maybe he is testing himself, anyway, the two sides are evenly divided in this round. It's a pity that the bowl spirit has just recovered some of its qi and blood power and infant body and infant element, and it has been exhausted again.

Wan Ling hurriedly took out a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed dates as if he was eating, but he didn't want to be ridiculed by the other party.

"Do you have any drugs? I'll see how many drugs you have!"

"My wife is from the Medicine Sect, don't you know?"

The Bear Ripper wouldn't be stupid enough to wait until the second attack had already arrived. This time, it was a completely one-sided situation, although the bear tearer still did not do his best, but the bowl spirit still couldn't bear the opponent's giant palm.

The square hammer was directly blasted out, and the blocking arms took on a twisted shape, and the entire divine body was smashed into the ground to a depth of hundreds of meters.

When the bowl spirit barely crawled out of the ground, he was almost exhausted, and his clothes were in tatters, but fortunately, his divine body was strong enough, and even then there was still no substantial damage, but he couldn't exert his strength.

Wan Ling was too lazy to take the medicine again, and lost the resistance of the square hammer, and it would be useless to eat up the medicine. The deficit of the divine body is not the key, but the main thing is that under this overwhelming blow, Youlan still did not lend a helping hand.

Wanling feels a little lonely, maybe he is not mature enough, and many things are too simple.

At this time, Youlan's voice came out of place for the third time.

"Are you okay? or... Come on with me!"

At this moment, the bowl spirit was annoyed when he heard Youlan's voice, and responded unceremoniously: "Men fight, you women always mix something! I'm not dead yet!"

Youlan was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at the bowl spirit with great meaning, surprisingly not showing any emotion.

"What? Don't you plan to blow yourself up? With your current state, I'm afraid that even if you blow yourself up, it won't do me any harm!"

"Self-destructing? I'm afraid you haven't seen the laws of time, have you?"

"What's the matter? Cultivator of the Law of Time, can he recover after self-detonation?"

"Of course!"

"Haha! I'm probably the funniest joke I've ever heard. ”

"You won't be able to laugh for a while. ”

"Do you want to earn the benefit of your tongue when you die? If you don't blow yourself up, I'll beat you until you explode!"

The bear-ripper flew out for the third time, but this time it was far more powerful than the previous two times. As the giant palm flicked, a strange scene suddenly appeared behind the bowl spirit.

The bear tearer and Youlan in the distance saw it at the same time, the bear tearer didn't recognize it, and he was not afraid, but Youlan hesitated and vaguely remembered something.

I saw a waning moon slowly rising behind the bowl spirit, and the entire divine body of the bowl spirit was infected with a layer of gray-gold moonlight, showing a hazy beauty.

The bowl spirit closed his eyes tightly and crossed his arms to protect his front body, as if he was praying, more like worshipping the gods.

In the next moment, the giant palm was already less than a meter away from the bowl spirit, but this short distance became a chasm that the giant palm could not cross.

The gray-gold color also contained the god body of the bear tearer, and the omnipotent giant palm cracked layer by layer under the infection of the moonlight. And the first voice to come was the source soul of the bear tearer.

It was a scream from the depths of the soul, with endless despair.

The center of the bear-tearing man's eyebrows was already deep in the sea of souls, and the source soul was like a weak yin spirit exposed in front of the entire divine interface, trembling helplessly.

After the picture freezes for a moment, the god body of the bear-tearing man is like a toppled real estate, falling down piece by piece, evenly sized, scrambling.

The void was terrifyingly quiet, except for Youlan's slightly trembling voice.

"When... Space... Swallow... Devour!"

The bowl spirit remained in its previous position, and after a moment it also fell, but fell into a warm embrace.

In front of the bowl spirit, Youlan was messing with something on her body, and her blaming voice echoed in her ears.

"Don't use it again!"

"I... Like. The bowl spirit replied weakly.

"That's not going to work either!"

"You... That's a lot. ”

Immediately, the bowl spirit fell into a coma.