Zhenyuan was imprisoned!

The Sword Master blurted out with feeling: "My true yuan is imprisoned!"

The Sword Saint drew his sword for a while, but he couldn't urge Zhenyuan no matter what. [Full text reading]

The imperial crown flew in the air, but he found the true yuan circulating in the meridians, and it seemed to be frozen in an instant, making him fall down with a snap.

The King of People, Vermilion Bird, and Wu Qilin all found the true yuan in the dantian, and they were indifferent at all, and the true yuan running in the meridians seemed to be frozen.

The black light turned into ripples, and where it rippled, the true yuan was all imprisoned.

In the midst of the anger, Wang Ce's heart moved, and he made a color of mixed anger and anger: "What's going on, my true yuan can't move!" His heart was imprisoned, but Zhenyuan was okay and was not affected.

"Hahaha, you deserve it. Hahaha!" Song Wushen gloated and laughed wildly: "Why do you think the old man is imprisoned here, haha!"

Fortunately, once this black halo has passed, soon, Zhenyuan will be able to regain its self-"winged watermark".

Rao is like this, Zhenyuan was imprisoned for a while, this kind of thing is definitely worse than death for any martial artist.

Wang Ce's face was full of anger, but he squinted, and he was a little more vigilant and calculating in his heart for no reason.

The Sword Saint and the others will soon come to their senses, yes, it is probably this power that imprisons Song Wushen here. Once he figured it out, he couldn't stop attacking the black light cluster as if he were ruthless.

Song Wushen's face turned blue, and he couldn't help but urge the power of will, attacking the Sword Saint one by one, as well as Ji Qianyu and others who ran out on the surface and forced Song Wushen to be distracted.

I don't believe that the rabbit's willpower is endless. Wang Ce was cold, his thoughts were racing, and he opened his mouth with a smile and said, "Old rabbit, do you know why I have done it so far?"

His cultivation is the lowest among the crowds, and his actions don't have much effect. It would be more helpful to rely on his mouth to force Song Wushen to be distracted, or even make the other party emotionally disturbed, or even out of control.

At this time, the best way for him Wang Ce to participate in the war is to play lip service, if he can find some flaws from Song Wushen's words, then it will be the best.

"I haven't done it because I have more time for the time being. The 'Cliff of the End of the World' is a good thing, an excellent cultivation treasure. ”

Wang Ce smiled, with an angry expression of "I'm always deliberately messing with your mind, what can you do with me": "If you have plenty of time and a rare opportunity, then I will naturally feel at ease and cultivate." Old rabbit, you probably don't know, my master, what they are most worried about is my cultivation. ”

"I originally wanted to cultivate to become a Martial Emperor and then start it. It's a pity that time doesn't wait for me, and you can't help it when you find out that the essence of the emperor's crown is passing. Right. ”

Wang Ce's smile was like a spring breeze, but it was a spring breeze that made Song Wushen jump like thunder. Wang Ce sighed deliberately: "It's a pity." After more than two years, I have gone from the realm of immortality to the realm of glaze. In two or three years, I will be able to become Emperor Wu. ”

"Oh, there's something I thought I might as well tell you. Wang Ce's face was shy, full of a kind of shyness that made people vomit blood: "Actually...... Many of my skills have to reach the glazed realm and be able to exert themselves. ”

Wang Ce said as he sincerely expressed his gratitude to Song Wushen: "Thank you, Song Wushen, if you are not so generous, I will definitely not be able to reach the Liuli Realm in the short term." ”

Ji Qianyu and the others on the surface were bombarded by the raging lake and fell.

Song Wushen was so angry by Wang Ce's words that he was angry, and a thought prompted him, and his will power was blown away by Wang Ce on the spot!

Bang, Wang Ce's heart could no longer withstand this terrifying power, and it collapsed on the spot!

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Vomiting out a mouthful of blood, Wang Ce wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you're angry?

Song Wushen's face turned pale, and he let out a thunderous roar: "You little ant, you dare to jump in front of me! When I was in my prime, a single thought could kill you." ”

If it weren't for Ji Qianfu and others who were distracting him outside, if it weren't for the Sword Saint and others to contain him, and always use their willpower to protect Wang Ce. He wants to kill Wang Ce, it's really a matter of thought.

Song Wushen asked himself to pay attention to Wang Ce again and again, but he still underestimated it again and again, and was repeatedly victimized by Wang Ce.

For so many years, he had never encountered so many and such powerful Martial Emperors at one time.

For more than 4,000 years, he has seen people who are much smarter than Wang Ce, and there are no shortage of people who can see through him at a glance. But I have never seen a person who is more cunning and good at cheating people than Wang Ce, and his casual words and deeds may be a pit, and he is a complete harmful.

Before, Wang Ce secretly told the Sword Saint and others that he would do it in a month. He Song Wushen believed it, and really thought that he would do it a month later, but the result was ...... Ten days later, he found out that he was stupid and naïve.

Wang Ce recklessly digs holes for people to jump in his words and deeds, there are too many precedents, so there is no need to elaborate.

Ji Qianyu and a few people were on the surface, desperately fleeing out.

Wang Ce just ate it, he Song Wushen just couldn't let people leave the barbaric five continents alive. Otherwise, why did he lock the secret for so many years?

"Old rabbit, do you know what the glass realm means to me?"

Wang Ce's noisy voice, as well as expressions full of various colors that were enough to stimulate people to vomit blood, still continued: "Liuli Realm, it means that I can have a huge army of war spirits and form a group of war spirit masters. ”

Song Wushen was shocked for a moment, and he was shocked: "What did you say!"

Wang Ce smiled and waved his hand down: "I am originally a refiner, which means that the four human emperors you have cultivated are nothing at all." I just use countless primeval war spirits to consume the Dead Man Emperor!"

Song Wushen's face suddenly turned pale, and he could almost imagine how chilling it would be for dozens of hundreds of primeval war spirits to flock to the human emperor.

He had Liuxiao and other Great Law Martial Emperors around him before, so he naturally knew about the Battle Spirit Army.

At this time, the battle was fierce, and he had no time to distinguish between the true and the false, and looked at Wang Ce with a dead and resentful gaze. changed some of the original plans, and there was only one obsession in my heart: this little must die!

Absolutely not let this small destroy his wishful thinking.

The will power of the Song Martial God suddenly descended on Wang Ce in the most turbulent and violent way.

The power of condensation turned into a mountain, and it was crushed down with a bang. Wang Ce snorted, and while bearing this increasingly powerful force, he desperately squeezed out a smile: "I knew that you were afraid." Ha ha. Ha. ”

Wang Ce gradually couldn't laugh anymore, and this will force became more and more oppressive.

Mountains frantically and desperately condensed from the top of Wang Ce's head and bombarded Wang Ce's body.

It is really terrifying to turn the will into a real "wings and watermark" real power.

As strong as the Sword Saint and other supreme martial emperors, at best, they can only use their will power to form spiritual killing. But the Song Martial God can make the power of the will condense into the real "wings and watermark" of flowers and trees.

Wang Ce was crushed by one of the most powerful mountains, and vomited out mouthfuls of blood.

In just a short period of time, Wang Ce was even crushed by this mountain and sunk deep into the earth, but he laughed hoarsely: "What bullshit martial god, do you only have this ability?"

Come on, come on, come on harder!

Wang Ce recalled the time two years ago, when his heart broke through a little. No one knew how to break through Xinxiang, but last time he really felt the opportunity to break through under the pressure of absolute will power.

Today, no matter what, he wants to use stimulation, provocation and other means to lure Song Wushen to repeat the scene two years ago.

Whether the heart can break through is up to you!

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Ji Qianyu and the other four people desperately fled out on the surface of the ground, in order to force Song Wushen to be distracted, and also reduced the strength of Song Wushen's willpower.

The Sword Master and the others continued to frantically attack the black light cluster, while struggling to resist the will attack from the Song Martial God.

The crown and the king take turns to protect Wang Ce with the power of will.

Speaking carefully, Wang Ce's heart and martial arts, the two spiritual sources, are comparable to the spiritual defense of the Immortal Martial Emperor. But he was only in the glazed realm, he couldn't control it, and he didn't give birth to the power of will, and his heart was collapsed by the impact again.

If it weren't for the fact that the Emperor Crown and the Human King took turns desperately to help him resist the spiritual impact of Song Wushen, Wang Ce was afraid that he would die after a few parries.

Originally, Song Wushen had other plans and didn't want to kill him for the time being. is also because Wang Ce is the weakest, Song Wushen is confident that he can kill him at any time. But just because Wang Ce said a few words, he directly mobilized Song Wushen's killing intent.

Not to mention, his ability to pull monsters is really invincible in the world.

Wang Ce didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't know if he could really break through. But at least give it a try, repeating the coercion of will two years ago.

Sensing that the emperor crown and the human king took turns to take care of him, Wang Ce turned his heart sideways and gritted his teeth: "Uncle the emperor, uncle the human king, don't pay attention to me." I have a way to protect myself!"

Self-preservation?Song Wushen sneered violently, and his stronger will power was added.

Without the protection of the emperor and the human king, Wang Ce not only suffered the bombardment of the mountain from above, but at this moment, he clearly felt that he was impacted by the power of will, and his head was almost about to explode.

It was dark in front of me, and I almost fainted on the spot.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wang Ce knelt on one knee, actually regretting the blood. If it is used to resurrect the war spirit, with his current cultivation, this blood can at least resurrect a world-level war spirit.

"I'll see how many times you can resist!" Song Wushen's tyrannical laughter was deafening.

Another wave of will impact and the mountain struck at the same time, Wang Ce's body bent, his originally pale face was even more astonishingly white, and a mouthful of tragic blood spurted out!

The bones of his body seemed to be about to be shattered, and his brain seemed to be about to be blown apart by the impact, but he still remembered his instincts, and roared hoarsely: "Hahaha, a shit-like martial god, say you are a rabbit, you are a rabbit." Do you dare to come a little more violently!hahaha. ”

Pale. Impotence.

Wang Ce's consciousness was almost shattered by the impact, his brain was almost blank, he couldn't think of anything, he just knew how to desperately hold on to his waist, and in a way that seemed absolutely crazy to the extreme, he desperately provoked and stimulated Song Wushen!

Bang!

Wang Ce's face was crushed into the ground, his body twitched, and the corners of his mouth vomited a large mouthful of blood, flowing on his neck and face. Like a person on the verge of death, his body convulsed involuntarily.

This time, the little one is dead.

Song Wushen laughed wildly with joy, for the first time in his life, he felt so heartily happy to defeat a martial artist.

The laughter was loud and wide, but suddenly mixed with another burning and unyielding voice.

"Old ...... Never die!"