At the critical moment, the little saint king was shocked in his heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Airplanes!

In the sea of the little saint king, a milky white bead was sacrificed by him.

The moment this bead appeared, a ring surrounded its primordial spirit!

Xin Ming's Divine Consciousness Spear landed on the ring, as if it had encountered a layer of spring, and was instantly bounced off.

"Divine Consciousness Guardian Magic Weapon ??!"

Xin Ming was stunned for a moment, and immediately said with great joy. "This thing is good,"

As a cultivator of the Soul Snatching Technique, Xin Ming understands the importance of Divine Consciousness very well, although he has the Divine Consciousness Spear to attack, but the protective measures are blank.

Xin Ming did not condense his physical body, only the consciousness body existed, and the consciousness body was his foundation.

Once the divine consciousness is injured, then, for Xin Ming, it will be fatal.

Swish!

One hit missed, Xin Ming's Divine Consciousness Spear shot out again, stabbing at the Little Saint King's Divine Sense Shield, and later, Xin Ming was pleasantly surprised to find that the Little Saint King's bead Divine Sense Protection had dimmed a little!

"It seems that your protection is not omnipotent!" Xin Ming was overjoyed, and the spear of divine consciousness stabbed out again, striking the shield in one fell swoop.

At this moment, the horror in the little saint king's heart was simply indescribable.

Although he had heard of the Divine Sense Attack, he had never seen it, "It's too strong, colorless and invisible, and it can't be prevented!"

Divine consciousness is the weakest point of a monk, and the battle of divine consciousness is also the most dangerous!

Once injured, it will be a catastrophe.

At this moment, the little saint king only had the intention of retreating in his heart, and in the face of the list in front of him, he had no choice!

Suddenly, the little saint king thought of a possibility and yelled. "I don't believe that your divine sense attacks will continue forever!"

The moment the little saint king roared, the bead in his sea instantly burst into white light, and a circle of white light rippled.

Push the Divine Consciousness Spear a few meters away!

At this moment, in the sky, the ten-meter-wide Bang Wen stood opposite the Little Saint King. There was no movement.

The onlookers were talking.

"Hey, why don't you fight?"

"It seems that that list will become the magic weapon of the Little Saint King, this list is very extraordinary, and the strength of the Little Saint King will be improved by a big step!"

"Yes, the Little Saint King is one of the top six in the Flying Immortal City, how can a mere machine spirit be his opponent?"

“......”

In the distance of the crowd, Nine Peerless Mountain disciple Jiu Tianci looked at the two figures in the center of the battlefield, his brows furrowed tightly.

As the most mysterious force in Flying Immortal City, Jiu Tianci knew a lot more things, including the Divine Consciousness Exercises.

Consciousness attack.

"The two of them seem to be fighting in the sea of consciousness?" Jiu Tianci was surprised in his heart, you must know that the Divine Consciousness Exercises are very rare, and as far as he knows, the Little Saint King's Saint King War Academy does not have Divine Consciousness Exercises at all.

Could it be that Zhang Bangwen actually has a divine sense attack?

In this way, isn't the little Saint King the opponent of that list?

In the sea of knowledge of the little saint king, Xin Ming shouted. "Dying throes!"

The spear of divine consciousness shoots straight out!

Bang!

The spear of divine consciousness stabbed on the little saint king's primordial god this time, and the little saint king's primordial god was stunned, he had no way to deal with Xin Ming's stormy divine consciousness attack at this moment, so he could only hold up the bead shield and struggle to support it.

"It seems that it is difficult to kill him, and the only way to kill him is to seize his magic weapon. ”

Xin Ming secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity, his Divine Sense Spear had been used five times, and the power of Divine Sense had been consumed by almost seventy percent, and it was difficult to destroy it looking at the appearance of the Little Saint King's Divine Sense protection.

Moreover, after all, the Little Saint King was the chief seed of the Saint King War Academy, and if he was killed, it would cause the Saint King War Court to counterattack.

Xin Ming can't afford it at the moment.

An invisible whirlpool swirled out, rippling in the sea of knowledge of the Little Saint King, rolling up the beads on the Little Saint King's primordial spirit, and under a pull, the Little Saint King's consciousness shook for a while.

"No!"

The little saint king's Yuan Shen eyes were red, this Yuan Shen Zhu was his strongest and best divine consciousness magic weapon, what kind of exercise was this list of texts, which could actually shake his divine consciousness magic weapon?

This is his last defense, and once taken away, he will fall under the opponent's Divine Sense!

However, no matter what means the Little Saint King wielded, how could he resist the fierce devouring of the Spirit Snatching Technique?

At the same time, Xin Ming's doppelganger floated out and appeared in the sky, beside the little saint king.

The storage ring of the little saint king, and the divine weapon in his hand, were all taken away by Xin Ming's clone.

"Bangwen, you deceive people too much!"

The little saint king Li Yifeng roared angrily.

The Little Saint King could see all this clearly, but he was helpless.

His mind was already all on the spear of divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness, and the kraken could only watch the stone demon sword that had accompanied him for a hundred years being taken away.

At this moment, the onlookers couldn't help but widen their eyes as they watched this scene. "Is that okay?"

"Isn't that list text a machine spirit, but a primordial god who can't send this list to this list?"

"That's right, otherwise, how could it be possible to cultivate a clone?"

"You're wrong, it's not that spiritual weapons can't be cultivated to produce clones, it's just that it's many times more difficult than ordinary monks!"

“......”

In the sea of knowledge, under Xin Ming's spirit snatching and creation technique, the little saint king finally didn't hold on, and his bead magic weapon Yuan Shen Zhu was taken away by Xin Ming.

After getting the Yuan Shen Zhu, Xin Ming's divine sense returned to the list in a flash, and at the same time, his clone also returned to the list text.

Xin Ming's divine sense at this moment has been consumed by ninety percent!

After getting the Stone Demon Sword, the Yuan Shen Bead, and the Little Saint King's storage ring, Bang Wen instantly shrank to the size of a broad bean, and escaped into the Thunder Lake like electricity.

At the same time, Zhu Yaohai, Xiao Tailai, Zhou Bingchang and others knew that Xin Ming's voice came from the sea. "Elder Zhu, you go back first, and when the time comes, I will come back to you!"

When Zhu Yaohai heard the transmission, he immediately turned around and left.

"Robbers!

At this moment, the Little Saint King stood in the sky, looking at the Thunder Lake below, his face was furious.

Originally, he had the intention of seizing the list and making it his magic weapon.

But I never expected that I would be robbed clean by this list.

The Stone Demon Sword, the Yuan Shen Bead, and the Storage Ring were all shamelessly snatched away.

Looking at the Thunder Lake, the Little Saint King wanted to go down, but he didn't dare, the thunder dragon below was probably already restored to cultivation now, wouldn't it be looking for death if he went down now?

At this moment, the real thunder lake tumbled, endless thunder sources, endless arcs, and instantly poured towards the bottom of the lake, as if there was a sky-swallowing beast devouring it.

Roar!

A dragon's groan that shattered the sky rang out!

Many monks who heard the dragon's chant around fell down one after another like dumplings. (To be continued.) )