Seeing the bone-eroding wind blowing quickly towards him in all directions, seeing this scene, Nan Ming Zhenren suddenly felt a burst of death, a trace of chill came from the bottom of his heart, and in a moment, Nan Ming Zhenren's forehead was already covered with fine cold sweat!

At this moment, Nan Ming Zhenren felt an unprecedented fear, he knew very well in his heart, let alone let the bone-eroding wind blow towards him, even if he let these bone-eroding winds blow to the edge a little, it was not something he could bear.

Moreover, after just casting the Nine Dragons Yin, Nanming Zhenren's True Yuan had already consumed most of it, and his body was in a weak state.

Facing the bone-eroding wind in front of him, Nanming Zhenren felt a sense of powerlessness. You must know that this kind of bone-eroding wind is a danger that even a martial arts master is unwilling to face!

If you don't care about your face, Nanming Zhenren really wants to scold, this is just a formation built by a small martial arts sect, how can such a terrifying thing appear, isn't this a pit person?

At this time, Nanming Zhenren really wanted to cry without tears.

If he had known that there was such an evil thing in the formation arranged by Ling Zhan, no matter what, Nanming Zhenren would not have entered this formation! Now Nanming Zhenren's only feeling is regret.

There is no regret medicine in this world at all. Since he chose to challenge the formation arranged by Ling Zhan, he had to face it, and Nanming Zhenren was very clear about this.

But in the face of the overwhelming bone-eroding wind, coupled with the fact that Nanming Zhenren couldn't teleport, he really couldn't do anything!

In Nan Ming Zhenren's opinion, the only thing he can do now is to admit defeat! Nan Ming Zhenren believes that Ling Zhan should have been controlling this formation, as long as he takes the initiative to admit defeat, I believe that Ling Zhan will still release himself from the formation.

But if he really admits defeat, it is definitely not the result that Nanming Zhenren wants to see.

Nan Ming Zhenren knew very well in his heart that once he admits defeat, then his status, glory, and wealth in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect will probably be ruined, and if he is unlucky, he may not even be able to save his own life! Nan Ming Zhenren knows very well that his popularity in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect can be said to be almost no friends, and the reason why those masters did not take revenge on themselves is that the root cause is his identity as the chief array mage! If he didn't have this identity, then those people would be able to deal with him without scruples, thinking of this, Nanming Zhenren was a chill! You must know that the martial saint of the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect is not so easy to deal with.

If it weren't for the situation that there was really no way, Nanming Zhenren would definitely not be willing to admit defeat.

For Nanming Zhenren, the current situation is already very critical.

Seeing that the bone-eroding wind was about to blow on his body, as long as Nanming Zhenren hesitated a little, then the final result would be either death or injury!

Almost instantly, a trace of determination flashed in Nanming Zhenren's eyes!

Nanming Zhenren glanced at the sky coldly, and said secretly in his heart: Forget it, a hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, his life is only once! As long as his life is still there, then he has a chance to start again.

Thinking of this, Nanming Zhenren dispersed the true yuan around his body and shouted to the sky: "Okay, Senior Brother Ling Zhan, I admit defeat in this formation battle!"

Nan Ming Zhenren's voice was very loud, enough to spread throughout the entire formation space.

Ling Zhan naturally also heard Nan Ming's words of admitting defeat. Almost instantly, Ling Zhan quickly played a few tricks, and then, the Bone Erosion Wind in the formation instantly stopped in place, no longer moving in the direction of Nanming Zhenren.

At this time, the Bone Erosion Gang Wind was only an arm's length away from Nan Ming Zhenren, and Nan Ming Zhenren could even feel that his skin was almost torn apart by the violent Gang Wind.

Looking at the bone-eroding wind that was close at hand, Nanming Zhenren's eyes revealed a trace of fear, and his forehead was already dissatisfied with cold sweat, perhaps because he was too excited, his body was trembling slightly.

At this moment, Nan Ming Zhenren felt his heart beating sharply, and the strong feeling of suffocation made him can't help but cover his chest, and for a long time, Nan Ming Zhenren eased up.

A trace of fear flashed in Nanming Zhenren's eyes, it was almost there! Almost, the bone-eroding wind was about to blow on his body, you must know that that kind of terrifying wind could even blow flesh and bones to pieces, if he got that kind of thing, I am afraid that his body would be blown to ashes directly.

Nanming Zhenren let out a long breath, and a hint of happiness flashed in his eyes. No matter what, his fate was saved for the time being.

Now that he has admitted defeat, Nanming Zhenren doesn't care so much about face or something.

Nan Ming Zhenren shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Ling Zhan, I, Nan Ming, have already admitted defeat, I admit that I can't crack your formation, please send me out of the formation!" After speaking, he bowed in the direction of the sky.

There is no way, people have to bow their heads under the low eaves!

You must know that although the bone-eroding wind stopped, it always stopped in front of you. As long as Ling Zhan moved his hands and feet slightly, then these bone-destroying winds would engulf him in an instant. These bone-eroding winds were like a sharp sword hanging above Nanming Zhenren's head, and he didn't know when it would fall.

Faced with the threat to his life, Nanming Zhenren had to compromise with Ling Zhan. As long as he can leave here immediately, even if he loses a little face, Nanming Zhenren doesn't care so much, and in front of life, nothing matters.

It is precisely because of this that Nanming Zhenren begged for mercy from Ling Zhan so much. Nan Ming Zhenren knew very well in his heart what the relationship between himself and Ling Zhan was, and now that the formation had stimulated this kind of Cheng Dù, as long as Ling Zhan really wanted to kill himself, then he only needed to let the Bone Erosion Wind advance a little more, and there was no need to bother at all!

At that time, Ling Zhan only needed to shirk his momentary miss, and he didn't even have to bear any responsibility. With his own popularity, there must be no one in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect who stands up for himself, and at that time, he is afraid that he will die in vain.

Although the surrounding bone-eating wind stopped, the black tornado was still blowing violently, as if it was showing itself the tyrannical energy that was full of the bone-eating wind. The bone-eroding winds, like the scythe of death, rested on the shoulders of Nanming Zhenren, and could fall at any time. At this moment, Nanming Zhenren's life is already in Ling Zhan's hands, as long as Ling Zhan's mind moves, he will immediately take Nanming Zhenren's life!

At this moment, outside the formation, Mu Kong and the others saw Ling Zhan's hesitant expression, and Mu Kong felt puzzled in his heart: "Senior brother, what happened in the formation again?"

Ling Zhan's expression was a little strange, and a look of incomprehension flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Nanming Zhenren, beg for mercy!"

"What do you say!!"

Hearing Ling Zhan's words, not only Mu Kong, but even Murray and Fang Qingzhi were dumbfounded, they couldn't believe the facts they heard in their ears!

Nanming Zhenren begged for mercy?

How is this possible?

Although they don't know much about Nan Ming Zhenren, they also know Nan Ming Zhenren's character! What a proud person he is, how can such a person beg for mercy?

Is this simply incomprehensible?

At this moment, Mu Kong and the others even had a feeling of time and space confusion, and they even suspected that the person who appeared in the Ling Zhan formation at this moment was not Nanming Zhenren at all, this contrast was inevitably too strong!

Mu Kong showed an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and said, "If this was not said by Senior Brother Ling Zhan, I must have thought it was a joke!"

Murray nodded and said, "That's right, it's just incredible." I have predicted many outcomes for this fight, but I never thought that Nanming would admit defeat directly!"

Among the few people present, except for Ling Zhan, Fang Qingzhi knew the least about Nanming Zhenren, and because Nanming Zhenren used violence to break the formation, Fang Qingzhi had a very bad sense of him. So Fang Qingzhi sneered and said, "Nan Ming can even use such a shameless way as violently breaking the formation, I think it's not surprising that he took the initiative to admit defeat!"

Hearing Fang Qingzhi say this, Mu Kong nodded and said, "What Mr. Fang said is not unreasonable, in the face of life, the dignity of a qiē is just a floating cloud. It's normal for Nanming Zhenren to be afraid of death, so there's no need for a few of us to make a fuss at all!"

A hint of joy appeared on Murray's face, and he said, "Okay, Nan Ming's admission of defeat, then Senior Brother Ling Zhan is the veritable Chief Formation Master of the sect! Senior Brother Ling Zhan, congratulations!"

Hearing Murray say this, Mu Kong and Fang Qingzhi realized that after Nanming Zhenren took the initiative to admit defeat, then Ling Zhan would also take Nanming Zhenren's original position and become the new chief formation mage of the sect!

Thinking of Ling Zhan's age, a wry smile appeared on Mu Kong's face, and he said, "Senior Brother Ling Zhan is probably not even sixteen years old this year!

As he spoke, Mu Kong's face showed a hint of jealousy, he was probably still playing with mud when he was sixteen years old! Compared with Ling Zhan, he was simply a scum! Hey, he had simply lived on a dog for so many years.

At this moment, Ling Zhan said to the three of them: "Do you say that I will release Nanming Zhenren, or will I directly use the formation to kill him?"

Hearing Ling Zhan's words, Murray's eyes lit up, and he said, "Senior brother, Nan Ming Zhenren is a real value martial saint-level master, are you sure that you will kill Nan Ming Zhenren?"

Ling Zhan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "At most, fifty percent sure!"

"Fifty percent sure!" Murray shook his head and said, "It's still a little too low." Although Nanming Zhenren's character in the sect is not good, he still has a lot of friends with formation mages, and if we kill him in this competition, the impact on the reputation of the sect will be too great. ”

Hearing Murray say this, Ling Zhan said, "Then release Nan Ming?"

Murray nodded and said, "Let's let it out! At least his admission of defeat can make you the chief formation mage of the sect openly." ”

Hearing Murray say this, Ling Zhan nodded lightly.