The pain fell on the divine soul, and Wu Luo also recognized the long ruler in Jun Yuecheng's hand.

Ruler of the gods.

Wu Luo barely regained a shred of his senses.

Jun Yuecheng has more hole cards than she thought, and she is defeated in every way.

Yes, Rao is absolute strength deviation makes Wuluo extremely confident, but he can't be as arrogant as before.

After all, there is a difference between winning and winning, and it is also a win to injure the enemy by injuring 1,000 and losing 800, but this is not what Wuluo wants.

Xiao Jingshui and Ghost Yuejun cooperated tacitly, taking advantage of this time Wuluo was restrained by Jun Yuecheng, taking pills to heal his injuries as quickly as possible, and helping Jun Yuecheng resist one or two from time to time, blocking some rather deadly attacks.

"It's still not enough."

After carefully observing for a while, Xiao Jingshui transmitted a message to Ghost Yuejun.

Although the battle situation is stalemate at this moment, it can be seen that Jun Yuecheng is still at a disadvantage.

The gap between realms is not so easy to bridge.

Ghost Moon Jun glanced at the Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls that were still putting seals out, and said, "I'm afraid there is something else in the Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls." Let's wait and see. ”

The breath of the Ten Thousand Demon Scroll is much older than the breath of the ancient jade plate in Wu Luo's hand, and there may be something more powerful in it.

Xiao Jingshui said in a deep voice: "I know. It's just that I'm afraid ...... "can't wait."

Before the last three words could be transmitted, they were attracted by the big movement from the Ten Thousand Demon Scroll.

I saw that the Ten Thousand Demon Scroll emitted a dazzling purple light, and countless totems on it were lit up.

In an instant, whether it was the demon beasts and demon clans summoned in the Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls, or the four fierce men summoned in the ancient jade plaque, they all showed a look of surrender.

Xiao Jingshui and Ghost Moon Jun are in good spirits.

Here it comes.

Jun Yuecheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This ancestor finally came out.

After a while, I saw a long and ethereal figure walking out of the Ten Thousand Demon Scroll.

Different from other demons or demon beast puppet-like wooden flutes, the newly walked out figure was dressed in purple, like a fairy.

When the purple light faded, everyone could see his eyebrows clearly.

Light gray and purple long hair, dark purple heavy pupils, magnificent face, fairy and demon are difficult to distinguish.

The moment Wu Luo's gaze fell on him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Nine tilts!

This face has been passed down from generation to generation in the memory of the witch patriarch, and the bitter hatred is something they will always remember.

"Dead are dead! A remnant soul is still meddling in the affairs of the world! ”

Wu Luo didn't care about using the four murderers to contain others, and almost immediately summoned the remnant souls of the four murderers to the nine, and was about to tear them apart.

Others may see Wu Luo's ruthlessness, but only Wu Luo knows how frightened he is in his heart.

At the beginning, Nine Tilt had her ancestors banished without a backhand.

Now, although he only has a wisp of soul left, how can she compare with the ancestors who had the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth back then?

What's more, in addition to Jiu Lean, there are two people and a demon eyeing her!

Wu Luo hates.

Before coming to Jiangcheng, she had asked the clansmen for divination, and the hexagram clearly showed that everything was going well, and she was convinced of it in the past, even if she jumped out of the two Cheng Biting Jin, Ghost Yuejun and Xiao Jingshui.

But now she was not sure.

There is only one remnant soul left in Jiutian now, and his consciousness is chaotic, although he looks ethereal like a fairy, those dark purple heavy pupils are godless.

With an almost instinctive existence, Jiu Tian turned his "gaze" to Wu Luo, stretched out his hand, and lightly handed out a palm.

It seems unremarkable, even a little soft.

However, this palm made Wu Luo's internal organs shift, his face was distorted, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Our little orange is also a hanging demon hahahaha

(End of chapter)