With a roar, wisps of purple poisonous gas emanated from the shaman's body, and his skin began to turn dark purple, and the poisonous gas surrounded him with the true qi of his body, and even the ground became discolored.

"Little mink, fight quickly!" Fang Ling let out a deep sigh, and the Kun heavy knife slashed forward vertically, conjuring up a two-zhang long giant knife and slashing towards the Shaman Witch King.

The little mink commanded, jumped sensitively, its sharp claws hooked the wall, its body perpendicular to the wall, and spewed a seed towards the spirit-like golden stone beast.

The shaman witch king bowed and retreated, and at the moment of avoiding the phantom of the giant knife, his toes touched the ground at once, and he quickly attacked Fang Ling, and halfway through, his left hand pushed forward, and roared: "Corpse poison - Na Qi explosion!"

A pillar of light surrounded by poisonous gas erupted from the palm of his hand, striking towards Fang Ling.

Fang Ling has the technique of melting the sun and the moon in his body, and he is not afraid of poison, but the stronger the poison enters the body, the more the qi of heaven and earth is needed to dissolve it. Therefore, Fang Ling can avoid it, he dodged, and the corpse poison exploded and passed by, blowing a big hole in the wall.

At the same time, the Shaman Witch King had already pounced in front of him, raising the invincible golden knife and slashing wildly, and the body of the invincible golden knife was already wrapped with a stream of poisonous gas, like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue and spitting out letters, which made people shudder.

Fang Ling raised his Kun heavy knife to block, and his left palm struck forward, and a palm thundered out.

The Shaman Witch King sideways his shoulder to avoid the thunder in his palm, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out, and a thick poisonous mist actually came out of his mouth.

This guy is just like the five poisonous toads, Fang Ling scolded secretly, there was no way to blow away the poisonous mist, and immediately transported the Thousand Feathers and Hundred Phantom Bodies, turned behind the Shaman Witch King, and pasted it with one palm.

It's just that the Shaman Witch King is not the likes of Wuri Tower, as soon as Fang Ling moved, he also spun around, but fell behind Fang Ling.

A bloody battle boiled over, the dungeon shook more violently, and every time there was a confrontation, the dungeon was one step closer to collapsing, the dust and mist filled the sky, the swords and lights danced wildly, and the mink and the golden stone beast were also indistinguishable.

The power of the spirit lies in the ability to control the surrounding objects, combine into a body, and resist the attack of the opponent, and the strength of the mink is not in itself, but in the rational use of various seeds, so to speak, both rely on foreign objects as strength. The two have their own advantages, and they are inseparable for a while, one by one the plants are thriving, the huge vines, and the bombardment of the popping fruit make the already crumbling dungeon even more vulnerable.

At this time, Tulan Motuo and the others had already fled to the outside of the Sun Hall above the underground palace, and made the news public, and the guards heard about the ambition of the shaman witch king, and they were shocked and angry, and expressed their loyalty, willing to protect the two inheritors with their lives, and at the same time, everyone was more concerned about the safety of Fang Ling.

The shaking of the dungeon also affected the Sun Temple, which vibrated strongly from time to time and caused the ground to collapse, as if two giants were fighting underground.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, so stunned that they didn't know how to express their feelings in words, although since entering the city, everyone has also experienced a few sinister levels, and fought with their lives, but compared to such movements, it is a small thing, and there is no comparison at all.