Wuzhen, Central Plains

As the last burst of flames that were not under the control of Yan Jun struck in this area of Wuzhen, the Five Elements Exorcism caused the spiritual power to gather and inject into the Five Elements God-killing Formation.

The ground lit up with a formation pattern, and in an instant, dozens of iron chains burst out, and at the top of the chain was a cross dart, which ruthlessly penetrated the spirit of the Yan Jun and locked him firmly.

Then, as the five of them drove the spiritual power together, the iron chain that was holding Yan Jun began to pull hard towards the formation, as if to drag him in.

No matter how Yan Jun struggled, this iron chain that contained the spiritual power of the five elements was locked up, and the powerful power that could dominate everything in a moment of laughter was completely reduced to nothing.

However, in the time of half the incense, only half of Yan Jun's body was still outside, and the other half had already been pulled into the formation by chains, and his mouth continued to let out a miserable wail, which was terrifying to hear.

"Ahem, ahem."

The thunder of the five elements of spiritual power suddenly became a lot weaker, perhaps because of the previous slap by that Yan Jun, that Jin Yan's body gradually began to overdraw.

"Lao Jin, hold on, it's almost a little bit!"

Wan Shiwu on the side said worriedly to Jin Yan, who was sweating.

Jin Yan didn't want to spend more effort and replied, just reluctantly stood up and improved his spiritual power as much as possible. However, the gap that was just that moment was keenly grabbed by Yan Jun, and the chains that were sealed in his mouth and nose were bitten off by him, so that his spiritual power as Yan Jun was restored to his mouth.

Although the whole body was still locked and only the mouth was released, it had already turned the scream of grief into a roar from Huangquan.

The roar was deafening, not as harsh as the wailing just now, but at this time, it turned into a real roar with strong spiritual pressure, making everyone miserable by the powerful sound.

Qiu Weiwei, who was already very weak due to the resentful spirit in his body being stripped away, could withstand the impact of this direct attack on his soul, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he was no longer conscious.

A feeling of palpitations came, Yun Musheng felt a sense of unease, he hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw the Qiu Wei who fell to the ground, he had become a wind driving spirit and could slightly observe that the soul on Qiu Yu's body at this moment was dissipating little by little with this roar.

"Qiuqiu!"

In addition to the fright and despair, followed by a wave of anger surging into his heart, Yun Musheng turned his head to look at Yan Jun who was still roaring, and couldn't help roaring: "Mother's old man is immortal, shut your mouth for Lao Tzu!" ”

The pure white and swift Kuaixue sword qi turned red in an instant, and its strength doubled compared to before, but it slightly made up for the lack of Jin Yan's spiritual power.

It's just that in the wind, suddenly a cold air came out, everything felt strange, and looking along the cold air, I saw that Yun Musheng's left palm without holding a sword, a small cold power was condensing.

"Will there ever be such a thing?" Wan Shiwu remembered the scene when Yun Musheng became a spiritual exorcist in the wind chime peach blossom ripple, and he also released this cold qi at that time, but it was only Yun Musheng's personal martial arts, and it was an ice-type internal force, unlike his fast snow sword, it should not contain spiritual power.

Who knew that in the next second, Na Yun Musheng turned the extremely cold internal force gathered in his left hand into an ice sword, standing in the palm of his left hand, and a stream of cold qi surged towards Na Yan Jun with the wind power of the fast snow sword.

Seeing this, Wan Shiwu still shook his head, even if the idea was very good, but this cold internal strength was finally a martial art condensed by internal force, and it could not hurt Yan Jun's spirit body like the Kuaixue Sword formed by spiritual power.

But a second later, the scene in front of him made him realize how ridiculous his short-sightedness was. I saw a few tiny ice edges inserted directly into the corners of Yan Jun's mouth, and then continued to spread, finally freezing his mouth and nose.

Yan Jun was still not to be outdone, and still used the spiritual power in his mouth to impact the layer of ice, but the ice that sealed his mouth and nose did not stop growing, and after it completely covered his mouth and nose, an ice spike suddenly appeared and connected to the surrounding chains, moving its sharp thorn, and then penetrating through Yan Jun's mouth, and then inserting it straight into his throat.

In an instant, Wuzhen became much quieter, and Yan Jun no longer wailed, and with the little pull of the chains, he was finally sealed into the formation.

The five of them collapsed to the ground like a loss of strength, and Yun Musheng felt that his legs and feet were as tired as carrying a boulder, but he still desperately crawled to Qiu Yu's side.

There was the cheers of the people in Wuzhen behind him, Wan Shiwu frowned, and looked at Yun Musheng blankly with a look of disbelief, and he condensed the only wisps of spiritual power in his body to look at it.

I saw that there were two internal force circuits crisscrossing the young man's body, both of which were turned into spiritual power, one set of tens of millions of wind blades and one extremely cold breath.

"He... He was ... Twin Lines Exorcist?! Wan Shiwu couldn't believe what he was seeing, no wonder Fang Cai's extremely cold aura could also hurt that Yan Jun, and even connected to the chains in the Five Elements God Slaying Array.

At this time, Wanshiwu didn't have time to sigh at this miraculous young man, because Wanshiwu, who gathered his spiritual power in his eyes, was seeing the soul of the woman in red in Yun Musheng's arms at this time, like a candle flame in the wind and rain, swaying weakly.

The group walked up to the two of them, although it was almost impossible for the person who knew that the soul had dissipated to this point would not survive, but Wan Shiwu still subconsciously listened to the pulse of the next autumn, and somehow, he always felt that the pulse that was so weak that it was about to stop was still tenaciously supported, and the momentum seemed to have not disappeared at all.

Suzuhara Aoi on the side knew that there was a movement in her body, and she immediately understood: "Please, Ancestor Nao." ”

With that, she put her hands on the back of Qiu Wei's neck, and a bewitching flame flowed from her palm into Qiu Wei's body, and Wan Shiwu immediately sensed a powerful force from her body, but this didn't seem to make Qiu Wei's weak breath any better.

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The fog covered the houses in the distance, the dead trees in front of them slumped lifelessly, and the blackened stream beneath their feet stenched.

Not far away, I saw an old man fishing in front of a muddy pond, and his dark face could not see his facial features clearly, but it gave Qiu Zhuo a sense of déjà vu.

She couldn't remember why she was in this place, but the familiar old man gave her a vague sense of foreboding.

"Old sir? Old gentleman? Dare to ask, where is this place? ”

Qiu asked the fishing man. It's just that the old man still had his back to her, ignoring it, and Qiu Suo immediately stepped forward and patted the old man's back gently.

Unexpectedly, the old man coughed violently, and collapsed to the ground seemingly weakly, spitting red ice slag in his mouth inexplicably.

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

The old man did not answer her question, but stood up tremblingly, and said weakly, "Just go with me." ”

After saying that, he reached out to pull Qiu Suo, Qiu Miao, who felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously wanted to shrink back, avoiding the old man's hand, who knows how she seemed to be frozen by something, unable to move.

Just as the old man's claws were about to stretch out, a flower from the other side fell on the top of the old man's head, and it burned in an instant, so that the old man was so hot that he immediately retracted his hand, and it took a lot of effort to remove the burning flower from the other side.

It's just that the unknown strange flower seems to have its own consciousness, and it can always pounce on the old man again with the wind, even if many petals are dropped in the process, it still flutters tenaciously.