In the next moment, Yuan Ming suddenly moved, his steps rotated under his feet, his body twisted and twisted, his fists waved wantonly, and a wave of fist winds burst out from his body, smashing densely towards the three people.

The blade of the Ghost Blade Shura slashed, and the moment it staggered with the fist wind, it was taken aside, and the flames of the Demon Flame Shura were even more torn apart by the fist wind.

Almost in an instant, the momentum on Yuan Ming's body changed.

The fist winds were like living creatures, surrounding his body, constantly flying up and down, blocking all the attacks of the three of them.

Huazhi originally wanted to help, but after seeing this scene, she immediately leaned back into the corner and frowned.

Seeing that the remaining three of them, one Ghost Blade and Two Demon Flames, they couldn't help Yuan Ming, so they immediately ignored Hua Zhi and joined the battle together.

They each held a black two-strand fork in their hands, and while attacking Yuan Ming, they opened their mouths to let out a ghostly roar, a sharp sound, and constantly tried to attack Yuan Ming's divine soul.

However, Yuan Ming's divine thoughts at this moment were all used to perceive their movements, and every move, every move, was all presented in front of his eyes in a meticulous manner.

"Huhuhuhu"

His fist wind roared, the shadow of his fist was like a cloud, and before he knew it, he covered all the five Shura who joined forces to besiege him.

No matter how high the spiritual wisdom of those five Shura is, it is impossible to see through it.

Gradually, Yuan Ming's fist shadow became denser and denser, his fist style became more and more prosperous, and his fist intent became more and more condensed, and he even reached a state where there was no one outside his body and he was completely forgetful.

It was as if he was the black wind and sandstorm at the moment, and those five Shura were just grains of sand under his sandstorm, at his disposal.

The attacks of the five Shura were also getting faster and faster, and they were getting more and more urgent, but they didn't take the initiative, but were involuntarily driven by Yuan Ming.

But no matter how dense their attacks were, they were never able to hit Yuan Ming at once.

"The master is already so strong!" Huazhi looked at this scene and couldn't help but scream.

But at this moment, the entire underground hall suddenly shook violently, the ground slammed down, and a purple-black magic circle suddenly emerged from the ground, and countless black tentacles emerged from the ground and grabbed towards Yuan Ming and Hua Zhi.

Hua Zhi was shocked, she had pierced into the ground with a root vine before, and nothing unusual appeared, but she didn't know how this magic circle could suddenly be born.

At this moment, a long-haired old man in a black robe, with more than a dozen black-robed monks, suddenly ran out of the passage on the other side.

He was holding a circular array plate in his hand, and he was manipulating it with a solemn expression.

Hua Zhi hurriedly dodged the black tentacles, wanting to step forward to help Yuan Ming, but was forced to retreat by the dense tentacles, and the dozen or so black-robed monks also surrounded her one after another to stop her, making it impossible for her to step forward at all.

Yuan Ming was immersed in the artistic conception of "common life", and he couldn't react for a while, first his ankle was grabbed by a black tentacle, his steps couldn't help but pause, and the fist shadow and fist wind like a storm were also interrupted.

In an instant, countless black tentacles rushed madly, seizing this opportunity to entangle Yuan Ming's body, wrapping layer after layer like a zongzi, leaving only half of his body exposed.

"Kill him." The black-robed and long-haired old man didn't talk too much nonsense, and opened his mouth with a cold low snort.

The five Shura did not hesitate at all, and all of them frantically attacked Yuan Ming, and he was immediately overwhelmed by various attacks.

Yuan Ming couldn't swing his fist, the sharp claw blade, the steel fork stabbed, the ghost roaring demon sound, and the fierce demon flame all smashed on his body, but he still closed his eyes as if he didn't know it.

Gradually, various scars began to appear on his body, and black demonic flames were also attached to his skin and burned, even if he had the vitality of the undead tree to support continuous repair, he could not speed up the crazy attacks of the five Shura.

But at this moment, Yuan Ming's eyes suddenly opened suddenly.

The shackles that had been imprisoning him were finally untied at this moment.

In Yuan Ming's dantian, a blazing sun power surged out, like a source torch, and the moment it lit up, it ignited all the tricks on his body.

The power of the sun, which had already accumulated in all the knots on his body, also completely exploded at this moment.

Yuan Ming only felt that he was burning, not ignited by the external demonic flame, but a true fire born from within, burning in his body.

His blood was boiling, his body was hot, his temples were swollen and throbbing, and he made a "thud" sound like a war drum.

The body of Vientiane is at this moment!

Yuan Ming stood up suddenly, and blood-colored flames burst out from his body, hitting the black tentacles that bound him.

The moment the black tentacles came into contact with the blood-colored light flame, they quickly fell apart, like inconspicuous threads, they were all torn off easily, and they couldn't imprison him at all.

The attacks of the five Shura were all blocked by the blood flames that erupted.

Yuan Ming's eyes lit up with flames, the physical cultivation techniques and martial arts techniques he had learned in the past were like a marquee, practicing rapidly in his sea of consciousness, and the blood light emitted from his body expanded rapidly, condensing a blood-colored giant elephant ten feet tall behind him.

He raised his feet and took a step forward, and the blood-colored giant elephant shook its proboscis as if looking up to the sky and roaring, and then raised its feet high and trampled towards the two Demon Flame Shura in front of him.

Under the loud "boom", the entire underground hall shook violently.

Two balls of blood burst out at the feet of the blood-colored giant elephant, and the two Demon Flame Shura were even more completely shattered than the two that King Kong had smashed.

Seeing this, the remaining three Shura immediately stopped at all and hurriedly fled in all directions.

The remaining Ghost Blade Shura had barely taken a few steps when a blood-shrouded figure had already flashed in front of him.

Yuan Ming grinned, lunged forward, and threw a punch at him.

I saw a blood-colored giant elephant behind him immediately rush out and smash the ghostly blade Shura to pieces.

Seeing that Yuan Ming was chasing after him, the two ghost screaming Shura couldn't escape, so they immediately turned around and ripped off their face armor, revealing two pitch-black and shriveled faces that were somewhat similar.

Then, they opened their mouths at the same time, and their jaws twisted and distorted in an exaggerated arc, emitting a heart-rending shrill whine from the depths of their throats.

In an instant, the two sound waves seemed to turn into substantial sharp knives, trying to pierce Yuan Ming's eardrums and tear his soul.

However, Yuan Ming is now the body of Vientiane, and his physical body already has a lot of resistance to such an attack, and his spirit is even more powerful, but after a short period of dizziness and headache, he quickly endured it.

When the sharp sound weakened slightly, Yuan Ming used the magic elephant flying technique, rushed in front of the two of them, and smashed two iron fists towards the chests of both of them at the same time.

The bodies of the two ghost screaming Shura exploded at the same time, and the flesh and blood were sprinkled on the ground in a spray.

Under the strong shock, the entire underground hall shook violently, and cracks like cobwebs suddenly spread on the top of the head and on the surrounding walls.

Seeing this, the old man in the late Yuan Infant period had already become extremely panicked.

Where did he dare to stay here, with a shout, he let a group of subordinates attack Yuan Ming, and he turned around and swept towards the entrance of a passage.

Although those black-robed monks were frightened, they didn't dare to disobey the elder's orders, so they had to bite the bullet and rush towards Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming was immersed in the joy of having just been promoted to the body of Vientiane at the moment, and his body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

He turned his head sharply and let out a growl at the men.

"Roaring ......"

The moment he opened his mouth, a huge head of a blood-colored giant elephant appeared behind him, which also raised its nose and roared.

A huge wave of sound burst out, which not only contained an incomparably powerful sound wave, but also contained the power of Yuan Ming's divine soul, and suddenly exploded in the cave like the thunder of the Nine Heavens.

The already relatively closed underground cave was like a natural loudspeaker, amplifying Yuan Ming's voice tenfold, and under the impact of the rolling sound waves, those black-robed monks were overturned to the ground one after another, and blood overflowed from their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, and they passed out.

The black-robed old man who had just escaped into the passage was caught up by the sound wave that penetrated in the suddenly narrowed passage, and his soul was immediately violently shocked, and he finally failed to resist it, and fell headlong.

"Lord...... The owner ...... "Huazhi staggered over, obviously also affected a lot.

Before she could finish her words, there was a loud "boom" above her head.

The dome above was unable to withstand the impact and collapsed.

The rocks and dust mixed together and sank as a whole, and the head fell downward.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming pulled over the flower branch, and with a flash of figure, he rushed into the hole where the black-robed old man was, lifted his back collar with his hand, and ran forward quickly.

The sound of the cavern collapsing was heard continuously, and billowing smoke and dust rushed inward along the passageway.

Yuan Ming took the two of them to run a long distance until they finally got rid of the collapsed area.

At this time, Hua Zhi had recovered, looked at the cave behind him that was blocked by rocks, looked at the master again, and said in surprise:

"Master, have you broken through to the Vientiane Body?"

"Well, are you hurt?" Yuan Ming nodded and asked.

"No, I didn't even make a move, I was shocked by your sound wave before, and I was a little dizzy." Hanade smiled.

"Okay, stay on guard, I'm going to do something." Yuan Ming said.

"Okay." Huazhi responded immediately.

Yuan Ming immediately didn't say much, took her to find a vacant secret room, raised his hand and arranged a magic circle, hiding the aura here.

Then, wood grains appeared on Yuan Ming's body, his body extended, and soon the body of an immortal tree appeared, and the hanging rattan spread through, quickly enveloping the black-robed elder, dragging him upside down.

About an hour later, the large cocoon hanging upside down on the immortal tree tore apart with a "click" sound.

The figure of the black-robed old man fell from it and fell to the ground.

Only soon he got up again, his eyes glazed, and he stood to the side with a blank expression, without the slightest intention of escaping.

Beside him, Yuan Ming's body retracted, regained his human form, and directly commanded the freshly refined tree puppet:

"There's an area deep underground that is shrouded in a tight lockdown, and now, take me there."

(End of chapter)