Lei Ling glared at Yunchen angrily and shouted, "You also give me less verbosity!"

Yunchen smiled and really stopped talking.

Sang Wu stared at the thunder spirit in Yunchen's hand, quite curious, and said to himself: "It's really strange, I've also traveled a lot of places, what kind of creature is this? It can release lightning and thunder, and this kind of thunder seems to be specialized in our soul cultivation." It's really strange, I've never seen it, I've never heard of it, it's some kind of heaven and earth spirit, right?"

Sang San glanced at the battlefield, and the thunder light that Lei Ling appeared flashed violently, annihilating many soul cultivators, causing a vacuum to appear around Yunchen, and the soul cultivators on the side were obviously intimidated by the thunder just now, and no one continued to besiege Yunchen at this time.

Sang San was very dissatisfied with the inaction of those soul cultivators, but Sang Wu, who had a lot of people here, was not good at blaming anything. What's more, he didn't expect to be able to solve Yunchen by relying on those people below.

"Old Five, we have to do it. ”

Sang Wu raised his eyebrows, didn't talk nonsense, and reached out to Yun Chenxu and grabbed it. Don't look at this simple action, simple and ordinary, the wind that blew up in an instant rolled up countless fallen leaves, and spun into a spear to nail towards Yunchen.

"It's your turn. Yunchen grinned and stretched out his hand to poke Lei Ling's body, but the Yin Thunder suddenly released by Lei Ling spread all over his body, and he really suffered a lot.

"Hmph!" Lei Ling tilted his face slightly, his eyes squinted at Yunchen, and flew up with his little wings. I didn't see it move, and a purple thunderball suddenly appeared in front of it, and the moment the spear was nailed, the thunderball exploded.

In a flash of thunder, the spear composed of fallen leaves was smashed into powder under the power of this domineering thunder.

"Hey, the years are merciless!" Lei Ling suddenly sighed with an old-fashioned sigh, and the fat and short two little paws struggled to close together, forcibly making a posture of holding their claws in front of their chests.

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