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Wen Chuanting burst into a shout, suddenly let go, broke away from the rolling with Dugu, flipped two times in inertia, and was already standing in the air, as if stepping on flat ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The strong wind blows, the sleeves flutter, and the tip of the sword is obliquely fingered, like a peerless immortal.

The expression is full of solemnity, and there is no lack of determination to fight against the odds.

Compared with his solemnity, the remnant soul is too calm, even if Dugu rolls quickly into the distance, he is still calm, his steps are unhurried, walking in the air like walking on the ground, and the distance between the two has been shortened by half.

- Pig - Pig - Island - Small half, not only a step distance, compared to the step distance of about half a meter for mortals, the step of the remnant soul, more than too much, more than ten zhang distance, there is a gap of twenty or thirty times.

relaxed, indifferent, and even more indifferent, ignoring Dugu's departure, ignoring the question that stopped on the road.

One glance, an understatement, made Wen Chuanting feel heavy pressure.

It's not a level, it's not on a ladder at all, cold sweat brushes come out of his forehead, and he thinks that his cultivation has improved fast enough, surpassing his peers too much, and his cultivation has surpassed the existence of the older generation one by one, catching up with the pillars of the five major sects.

Compared with the remnant soul, his cultivation, his ascension speed, is nothing, and the pride and joy that arose invisibly after killing Liu Sangong disappeared at this moment.

He regretted his recklessness a little, and he longed to go back in time, and returned to the moment of letting go, and wanted to leave in the tumbling with Dugu and the monkey, but he couldn't, and he didn't dare, the monkey's cultivation was weak, Dugu just had the advantage of a huge body, and if it was about cultivation, Dugu was even better than the monkey.

It is a very lucky thing to be able to save the life from the clutch of the remnant soul, or, in the eyes of the remnant soul, they are not worth the effort at all, the ant bites the elephant, bounces off, knocks it off, it does not constitute a threat, and it is okay to ignore it directly.

The attitude of the remnant soul and the direction of the chase all show that his ignorance is only temporary, and there is still the possibility of making a move, which is also the reason why Wen Chuanting stayed.

Wen Chuanting can't leave, and he can't act as if he didn't see everything, walking with Dugu and the monkey, leaving his back to the enemy, and sending the decision of life to the other party, so he can't accept the fate that is not under his control, a person, a monkey and a carving together, may die, he never thinks that he can survive.

Not to mention the previous grudge with the remnant soul, this time alone, it is impossible for the two of them to coexist peacefully by killing countless remnant souls' subordinates.

One was nervous and vigilant, the other was relaxed, allowing Wen Chuanting to retreat quickly, the remnant soul's body was still calm, his steps were gentle, and the distance between the two was greatly reduced.

"You can't retreat, and if you retreat, you won't be able to live!"

The clenched long sword was quietly erected, the streamer turned around, and a bright silver color roared out from the sword, surging sword intent roared, rolling the air current, shaking the space, and slashing towards the remnant soul like a dragon.

The remnant soul's body shape remained unchanged, and it moved forward with an evil charm in its elegance, as if it automatically sent itself under the sword qi, and looked at Wen Chuanting's eerie and cold gaze, projecting a mockery in the faint scarlet of his pupils.

I didn't see him make any moves, a demonic dragon appeared around his body, the tail was hidden in the body of the remnant soul, and a hideous dragon head poked out outside with its teeth and claws, twisting and bending wantonly, a demonic dragon went straight to meet the sword qi, and the bright sword light between them suddenly paused, and then jumped apart, turning into a sky full of stars flying, and there were wisps of scattered sword intent shooting, cutting a dense area between the two.

The momentum of the Jiaolong that dispersed the sword qi was still extraordinary, and the huge body was only reduced by one point, and other than that, there were no other changes.

The ghost's figure crossed an afterimage, and the Demon King of the World generally ignored the scattered sword intent, and crashed straight into it, the mist was stagnant, the space was suppressed, and the scattered sword qi was shattered, turning into invisible, as if it had never existed, and the sword intent hidden in the mist dissipated and became invisible.

The remnant soul appeared, and there was only less than a foot between him and the rapidly backward Wen Chuanting, only to see his slender palm raised, rotated half an arc inward, and a palm was fiercely imprinted on Wen Chuanting's chest.

A sword was slashed out, and the figure was still rapidly retreating, and before he could react, the remnant soul suddenly appeared in front of him, almost face-to-face, which made Wen Chuanting's cold hair suddenly rise, and he subconsciously raised his sword and stabbed directly.

Quick, too fast, the long sword was only lifted an inch, and the palm of the remnant soul was already firmly imprinted on the chest.

With a thud, Wen Chuanting slammed backwards twice as fast as he could backwards.

Bang, grunt, and the tumbling figure smashed two huge stones growing on the ground one after another, and the body was frustrated, and the speed of rolling backwards decreased, but it still couldn't stop the whole person from rolling on the ground like a gourd.

There was a bang, another strong impact, and the tumbling figure stopped, his back was pressed against the thick roots, his back was slightly crooked against the gravel-covered ground, his feet were playfully erected, clinging to the thick trunk, the hot pain spread in his chest, and every nerve stimulated ignored the pain of the gravel under him.

The feet attached to the trunk of the tree trembled slightly, and the pain in his chest twitched suddenly, and the dizzy Wen Chuanting almost felt that the entire ribs in his chest were broken.

A shadow cast, obscuring out all the shreds of sunlight, leaving a dark spot in front of the star-stared Wen Chuanting.

Quickly squeezed his eyes twice, the blurred vision gradually became clear, and a handsome face full of hideous evil charms entered the bottom of his eyes.

The flickering gaze of the remnant soul emitted a devouring light, staring at the red halo circulating on Wen Chuanting's body without blinking, the whole face was huddled together hideously, indescribably infiltrating, and the scarlet light that filled the entire pupil spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already full of the entire eyeball.

"Giggles, it's you!"

Feeling the breath released by the red halo on Wen Chuanting's body, the remnant soul let out an inhuman laugh, and even squeezed out two undoubted words from between his teeth.

The body trembled slightly, and the hideous face was full of hatred, and the pleasure of seeing the enemy's pain, one by one the demonic dragons danced with their teeth open, casting patches of frenzied shadows in the fine sunlight, also revealing hideous faces, hatred and pleasure were mixed, indescribable horror.

"You didn't expect it, right?!You broke up the body that the deity had just condensed, destroyed the fingers left by the deity's body, and even chased and killed the deity thousands of miles away, and now you have killed countless subordinates of the deity, giggle...... If you go against the deity again and again, in the end, you will still fall into the hands of the deity!"

The remnant soul showed a cruel smile on his face, his body trembled with excitement, every finger, every nerve, every cell was excited, and even the demonic dragon dancing around him was trembling with excitement, and his hideous mouth opened and roared silently.

The pupils were extremely constricted, the brows were twisted together, the squinted eyes flashed with sharp light, and Wen Chuanting stared at the condescending remnant soul, and the true yuan circulated rapidly in the meridians, dissipating and relieving the pain in the chest while trying his best to control the twitching of his legs and feet.

"It's useless, you can't escape the palm of the deity!"

The remnant soul stretched out his palm in front of Wen Chuanting's eyes and made a virtual grip movement, the smile on his face was even more cruel and weird, and the demonic dragon around him danced wildly with excitement. The furious breath was released, condensing the air, stasifying the breeze, and the leaves that fell because of the impact of Wen Chuanting kept their elegant dancing posture unchanged, suspended motionless in mid-air.

The sudden heavy pressure was like a heavy boulder pressing on his body, making the rapid circulation of the true yuan in the meridians like a turtle crawling, and the pain in his chest almost overwhelmed him.

"A few years have passed, I didn't expect you to progress so fast, but you still can't compare to the deity!"

The remnant soul shook his head, his smile full of smug sarcasm, "The deity has all the memories of the ontological Herris, all the cultivation experience, and all the fighting instincts, but what do you have? But you can defeat the deity again and again, causing the deity to flee again and again!"

"Hehe, you have nothing, and now, the deity has completely surpassed you!"

The remnant clenched his fists, and the clatter of bones clattering sounded one after another, as if it would strengthen his confidence.

"In the hands of the deity, it is difficult for you to die, the deity will enslave your body to conquer this world, and the demon fire will scorch your soul for thousands of years!"

The clenched fists waved in the air, and one after another demonic dragons surged, holding up the remnant soul momentum suppressed by Wen Chuanting and hanging in the air.

"You should thank the deity, with your current cultivation, if you want to be immortal for thousands of years, it is a difficult thing, now the deity gives you this opportunity, gives you a chance to be immortal, you will enjoy the happiness of it!"

The remnant soul looked up and down and asked Chuanting, "To be honest, the deity really didn't recognize you at first, in the past few years, you have changed too much, you have grown taller, your immature face is also much tougher, and you are much more mature, if it weren't for the deity to remember the breath of your body protection mask, I would almost not recognize you!"

Under the suppression of the remnant soul breath, there is a demonic dragon binding the limbs, waist and neck, and it is difficult to ask Chuanting to move, so he can only stare at the smug remnant soul with an angry face.