The screams of the Burial Soul Sword Spirit, sharp and poignant, echoed here in the Burial Soul Realm, and the space trembled.

The light around him suddenly dimmed.

Jian Wanshan shuddered.

What happened?

He hurriedly looked up and saw a person hanging from the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

A villain!

The little black guy was lying on the body of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

If you look closely, it's biting on it.

Jian Wanshan's heart sank, it was Lu Shaoqing's sword spirit.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit didn't expect that there was a sixth man next to him, and he was caught off guard by being bitten fiercely.

Not to mention the severe pain, the Soul Burial Sword Sword Spirit felt that his strength was disappearing.

The power of the source is constantly devoured by the other party.

For the first time, panic broke out in the heart of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

What is this? Why can it devour its power?

"Get out of here!"

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit shouted angrily, and its body suddenly erupted with white light.

A force that can make the soul tremble erupts, and the surrounding wind and clouds suddenly change.

It was originally a white mist, but now it has become a foggy mist.

The space became dim, and the body of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit became huge, as if it had become an adult from a child in the blink of an eye.

The appearance is no longer as innocent and cute as a child.

Instead, with a terrible hideousness, it became fierce and vicious.

Its body emitted a gray light, and the light squirmed, constantly squeezing towards Mo Jun, trying to expel Mo Jun from his body.

However, Mo Jun not only bit his mouth on it, but also sucked his hands and feet firmly on its body like a sucker.

No matter how hard the Soul Burial Sword Spirit tried, there was no way to get rid of Mo Jun.

Mo Jun was like a piece of dog skin ointment firmly stuck to it.

Mo Jun's existence has caused a lot of trouble to the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

Not only is it constantly devouring its power, but it is also seriously interfering with its movements.

After dodging a few times, Mo Jun increased his strength at the moment when the figure of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit flickered, and bit down fiercely.

"Ahh

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit suffers from pain and is inevitably affected.

"Hey!" Lu Shaoqing's voice sounded, "I caught you." ”

The soul burial sword spirit was frightened and subconsciously wanted to escape.

"Bang!"

Lu Shaoqing's head directly made a close contact with the head of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit.

"Wow, it hurts!"

Lu Shaoqing shouted.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit almost passed out.

It's not just pain, it's more anger.

It hasn't even shouted that it hurts, and the other party actually shouted first?

Do you want face?

"Die!"

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit was extremely angry, and no longer dodged, but decided to fight with Lu Shaoqing.

The surrounding space shook again, with a roar, and the heavens and the earth changed again.

Above the sky, dark clouds were thick, and countless lightning bolts rolled across the sky, and the whole sky seemed to be covered with lightning.

The body of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit also seemed to be covered with lightning, and at this moment it was like a thunder lord who could control lightning.

The terrifying power spread from its body, and Mo Jun couldn't support it, so he had to let go, rolling in the air.

"Whew!" With a bang, Mo Jun's figure disappeared.

The Soul Burial Sword Spirit couldn't find anyone when it tried to trouble it.

In the end, the resentful gaze of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit fell on Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing rubbed his forehead and looked at the Soul Burial Sword.

The Soul Burial Sword floated in mid-air, and countless lightning bolts rolled in the sky, like silver snakes flying, and also like thunder pools descending.

In fact, this is the power of the Soul Burial Sword, which looks even more powerful.

Lu Shaoqing was not worried at all, but shook his head and said to the Soul Burial Sword Spirit, "When you grow up, you don't look cute at all." ”

"It's still a little cuter than just now."

"Come on, change back, uncle hasn't hugged you yet."

"Die!" The Soul Burial Sword Spirit was already indifferent, and when he spoke, he was full of hideousness and resentment.

"Boom..."

Countless bolts of lightning converged to form a huge brontosaurus.

Thunder and lightning flashed, giving off an aura of destruction.

"Roar!"

As if he had come to life, the thunder dragon roared angrily at Lu Shaoqing, and then circled his body and pounced on Lu Shaoqing.

Everywhere he passed, lightning splashed, and the whole space reverberated with the crackling sound of lightning.

Let the space vibrate.

With such a momentum, Jian Wanshan waved his fist fiercely, excited.

"Okay, great!"

"Lord Sword Spirit is really powerful!"

"I've said it all, here, Lord Sword Spirit is a god!"

Jian Wanshan looked at Lu Shaoqing, he couldn't wait to see Lu Shaoqing's panicked appearance.

However!

Lu Shaoqing faced the roaring thunder dragon, he smiled, his body did not move, but a red shadow suddenly rushed out behind him.

A red sacred bird soared into the sky.

The flames on the surface were blazing, flapping their wings and flying high, and even the air seemed to burn with it.

"Bang!"

The divine bird collided with the brontosaurus, and the red and white reached their peak at this moment.

Two rays of light filled the entire space, and Jian Wanshan subconsciously closed his eyes.

The aftermath of the terrifying power kept coming, and the breath of destruction shook his heart, and he kept retreating.

I don't know how long it took for Jian Wanshan to feel the fading of his strength before he dared to open his eyes.

First of all, the first feeling is that the space is dim, at first the day here is like the sun, and then the fog is vast, and now it makes Jian Wanshan feel that the evening is dark.

What, what's wrong?

Jian Wanshan was very panicked.

The dim light was as uneasy as his mood, and he had a bad premonition.

"You..."

The voice of the Soul Burial Sword Spirit came, with disbelief.

"The divine thoughts left by many Sword Family Ancestors sound very awesome, but in fact, they are vulnerable." Lu Shaoqing's calm voice came, as if he had changed someone.

"In a class of its own? Are you the god of this world? ”

This place is similar to the sea of knowledge, just like the battle of divine consciousness in the sea of knowledge, here, the battle between the two sides is also a battle between the origin forces.

The amazing trick that does not belong to this world makes Lu Shaoqing not afraid of the power of the so-called ancestors of the sword family.

Jian Wanshan was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly approached, but after seeing Lu Shaoqing's appearance, Jian Wanshan couldn't help laughing.

"Haha..."

"Talking wildly, aren't you injured now?"