Mo Tianhe was very curious about how this spirit golem was born, although his own red lin fire was constantly destroying the spirit golem, Mo Tianhe could clearly feel that the spirit puppet was only damaged by its appearance.

"I can't lose, I can't lose, I can't lose." Ming Ziyin roared wildly, his eyes full of madness.

He doesn't have a magic trick, Ming Hao can't resist the threat of Ming Sheng in the future, and he can only become a fish and meat to be slaughtered, now his talent is the strongest plus Ming Hao is there, they are still a little jealous, but now Ming Sheng has the opportunity to practice the magic trick, and those peers with Ming Sheng as the core will not make themselves better, and they will only return to their childhood situation in the future.

At this moment, Ming Ziyin suddenly felt that his body had no pain, and the heavenly qi in his body was also boiling, as if his entire body had turned into a qi pill.

Ming Ziyin's eyes were blood-red, and he screamed, "Spirit puppet——! ”

Ming Ziyin suddenly burst out with a strong obsession, and the extent of it surprised both Motianhe and Xiaohong.

"Looks like she has a reason to get the magic trick too." Motianhe's heart sank, and Ming Ziyin was already crazy.

The spirit puppet that was burned by the Red Lin Fire suddenly burst out with extremely strong power, forcing the mysterious giant beast that the Sky River transformed into a step back.

The diamond-shaped spirit golem was now no longer in its original shape, and the shell on the spirit golem's body quickly fell off when it rushed back to Ming Ziyin's side, leaving only a round core full of inscriptions.

Only in this way can we get rid of the Red Lin Fire.

Seeing this, the smile on Ming Sheng's face in the audience could hardly be suppressed, and they were all developing in the direction he longed for, and Ming Ziyin's spirit puppet could already be said to be in a half-wasted state.

Ming Ziyin had already gotten up from the ground, with messy hair and a crazy look, like a madman.

Ming Ziyin suddenly reached out and grabbed the core of the spirit puppet, his expression was grim, and a mouthful of blood spit on it.

This blood contains all the essence blood of Ming Ziyin.

Hongming, who was concerned in the audience, saw such a scene, and suddenly began to hope that Ming Ziyin would win, perhaps because he had used the same method.

"That's Essence Blood! Stop her. Xiaohong reminded loudly, but it was too late.

Ming Ziyin lifted the core of the spirit puppet, and his voice was hoarse: "The spirit puppet changes." ”

The inscriptions on the core shone with an incomparably bright light, and one by one the inscriptions were mapped onto the protective shield and the battle platform.

Ming Hao's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief, Ming Ziyin was able to comprehend the ultimate realm of the spirit puppet technique, you must know that there are only four people in the entire spirit puppet sect who comprehend, although Ming Ziyin used essence blood, but even if Ming Sheng used the same way, he couldn't use this spirit puppet transformation, because he didn't comprehend.

The smile on Ming Sheng's face, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly froze, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"This wild girl is really talented." Mingsheng has an evil way in his heart.

Ming Sheng is ready to kill his sister, if Ming Ziyin is just a talent demon, it will be fine, but the spirit puppet is different, and Ming Ziyin must not be allowed to interfere with himself in the slightest.

Boom, boom, the battle platform and the protective shield suddenly shook.

The galloping Ferris River was shaken by this sudden violent shock and had to stop to prevent it from becoming unbalanced.

"I can't lose." Ming Ziyin's voice calmed down a little, because the weakness after losing all her essence and blood had made her sober up a little.

As the words fell, the inscriptions reflected in the surroundings suddenly flashed blue light, and a faint light screen appeared under the protective shield, with the same lines as the spirit puppet on the light screen, and countless sharp knives appeared from above.

"It's a skill I learned at the beginning of the year, but I never showed it for self-preservation, and now I have no way out, either I win or I die." Ming Ziyin deeply understood how much of a crisis he would bring to himself after using the spirit puppet.

Only victory can save oneself.

In an instant, the battle platform turned into a sword domain, countless sharp knives ran rampant on the battle platform, and indiscriminate attacks made ravines gradually emerge on the battle platform.

Knowing that the mysterious beast would only increase the area where it was hit, Motianhe decisively changed back to its original state before learning about the spirit golem's transformation.

Constantly use the sky style to dodge, but there are too many sharp knives, the attack speed is too fast, and it was still cut several times during the period, but fortunately, with the help of the red scale armor and the red linhuo, it was not hung again, but the red scale armor was already full of damage after only a few times.

"If there is no Chilin Fire, I guess this armor won't be able to hold it for a while." Ferris looked at Ming Ziyin, who was protected by a blue light mask, and said secretly.

Ming Ziyin saw that Motianhe could still hold on, and he didn't know why there was a touch of unknown fear in his heart.

Suddenly, Ming Ziyin thought of the spirit weapon, at this time, the seven-grade spirit weapon was lying near the Ferris River, Ming Ziyin looked at the Ferris River, confirmed that the Ferris River could not get close, and began to move vigilantly towards the spirit weapon.

Ferris saw Ming Ziyin's movements through the gap between his arms.

"Little Red, be ready to help me break the seal at any time."

Mo Tianhe didn't want to use essence blood to fight, he hadn't taken the genius earth treasure, and now he had only condensed a drop of essence blood with the help of Xiaohong, so he couldn't waste it here.

"Let's talk about it first, as soon as the seal is opened, you only have five breaths." Little Red warned.

"Why?"

"Hmph, it's not that you have digested too much energy, your body has already reached its limit, otherwise why would I control your body again yesterday."

Xiaohong explained to Ferris why Dan Soul suddenly admitted defeat, because Dan Soul had been promoted to a lower-level Qi Practitioner, and as soon as he made a move, he would reveal that he was not a Superior Qi Practitioner.

Ferris River was silent, he understood the truth of accumulation, and now it is just that the physical energy has reached the limit, but the competition schedule is compact, and there is not enough time to stabilize the foundation.

"The Clock."

In order to prevent Ming Ziyin from getting the seven-grade spirit weapon, he had to use the spirit bell to fight.

A large bell was placed on the body of the Ferris River, and sure enough, the consumption of Heavenly Qi in the Amplified Qi Pill of the volume was also doubled, but the sharp knife was also stopped outside.

Ferris River put his hand on the bell jar, the red lin fire rose in the palm of his hand, and then merged into the bell jar, and instantly a circle of flame patterns was printed on the transparent bell jar.

With the bell jar, the Ferris River was able to move in the sea of knives, but at a slower speed, only the speed of an ordinary person's walk.

Mo Tianhe knew that there was a time limit for the strength that Ming Ziyin had now, and she had burst out with such a strong power, who knew how much she could exert with that seven-grade spirit weapon.

Ming Ziyin was shocked when he saw that the Ferris River could be moved, but it was obviously impossible to give up the seven-grade spirit weapon, and then Ming Ziyin gritted his teeth.

Ming Ziyin's body suddenly burst out with a faint blood mist.

"Deep blue sea trick, sea pupil."

Ming Ziyin actually used two Qi Cultivation Techniques at the same time, and all the skills of Mo Tianhe who could use the Red Scale Technique at the same time were not counterattacked, and he was already a genius of the world.

Ming Ziyin's eyes turned dark blue again, and suddenly his mouth pouted, and with a whoop, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, and vomited blood twice, and the clothes on Ming Ziyin's chest were completely dyed red.

The consequence of Ming Ziyin's forcible use of the two Qi Cultivation Techniques was that a tiny crack appeared on his Qi Pill.

But the place where this tiny crack appeared was the Qi Dan, and the most serious consequence of this to Ming Ziyin was that the cultivation was abolished, and the Qi Pill was to the Qi practitioner what the heart was to the body.

After all, the god of luck did not have a desperate Ming Ziyin, and she still suffered an incomparably terrifying backlash, which was enough to shake her foundation.

Mo Tianhe took advantage of Ming Ziyin's discomfort and took five steps closer to the seven-grade spirit weapon, and he was only ten steps away from the seven-grade spirit weapon.

The game is not a game, the two don't know each other, even if one party's situation is miserable, the other party has no reason to release the water; Not to mention that Ming Ziyin's previous attack almost killed Motianhe.

There was no madness on Ming Ziyin's face, there was only pain, she bent her back forward, her left hand covered her chest, her right hand stretched forward, and her bloodshot eyes stared at the seven-grade spiritual weapon on the ground.

"Give it to me, you can't lose." Mingzi let out a low roar from his mouth.

Even though Ming Ziyin is now stumbling when walking, his speed still surpasses that of the Ferris River.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came into Mo Tianhe's ears, and Mo Tianhe's heart was cold, and he hurriedly stopped in his footsteps to look for the sound, and a sharp knife was pierced into the bell behind him, and he was only a finger long away from stabbing his lungs directly, and he was in a cold sweat in an instant.

A ray of light flashed at the end of the sharp knife, and the light kept pulling the sharp knife, but unfortunately the sharp knife was stuck inside the bell jar, and the light could not be pulled away at all.

Ferris River breathed a sigh of relief, Xin Hao's inscription has no wisdom.

Suddenly, Ferris realized that his Red Lin Fire might be able to destroy the inscription attached to the shield.

Ferris River is the kind of person who has an idea to try, the red lin fire ignited in his hand, the palm of the hand was slashed at the light, the light was cut off instantly, a pinch of red lin fire rubbed out of the fingertips, and the red lin fire took advantage of the gap stabbed by the sharp knife to drill out.

Ferris River's eyes were fixed on the red lin fire that was flying in his mouth, if he could destroy the inscription, then Ming Ziyin's last trick would be invalid.

If it's a hand-to-hand combat, even if there are ten Mingziyin, you can't beat a Ferris River.

"Click!"

There was another crisp sound, and the Ferris River turned back.

I don't know when Ming Ziyin has already obtained the seven-grade spirit weapon, under the guidance of Ming Ziyin, countless sharp knives stabbed at one point one after another, and almost instantly a crack appeared on the bell jar that cracked towards the surroundings.

Ming Ziyin also knows where the weakness of the spirit puppet is, and the best way to break the spirit clock of the Ferris River is to break the face with points.

When Mo Tianhe was frightened, he quickly turned around, and quickly pressed on the crack with a red lin fire in his hand.

Mingziyin's face was cold, like a terrible ghost asking for his life.

"I just want to be number one!" The cold voice was as if it had been born from Nine Springs.

"I'm sorry, I need it too." Mo Tianhe's voice was not polite at all, and at the same time, it also strengthened the output of Chilin Fire, and he suddenly felt a sense of weakness.

Ming Ziyin snorted coldly, and the power of the seven-rank spirit weapon all exploded, and with the assistance of countless sharp knives, he attacked the crack wildly.

When the Ferris River is fed, the ground turns red.

Finally, after a few breaths, the bell jar turned into fragments all over the sky, and Ming Ziyin finally tore the bell jar to pieces, and Motianhe's face was full of shock and panic.

Ming Ziyin, who was illuminated by the red light, had already gone crazy, and raised the seven-grade spirit weapon again, "It's too late to admit defeat now." ”

As he spoke, Ming Ziyin hit the heart of the Ferris River.