Psychic!

Meng Shuai immediately understood that the dragon descending vertebrae were psychic in Duan Lingye's hands!

The golden dragon soared into the air, each one was lifelike, and the spirituality in his eyes was no different from that of a real dragon. Meng Shuai had raised dragons himself, and he really discovered the power that only real dragons had in these golden dragons - dragon power.

In an instant, there were nine more real dragons!

Nine dragons surround the ghost head, the dragon is mighty, and the dragon chant is vibrating, like an iron cage, and it has been imprisoned in it.

Duan Lingye's face turned pale, he stretched out his hand and said, "Town!"

Nine dragons pierced down at the same time, and their roars resounded in all directions. There is the roar of the dragon, and there is also the roar and scream of the ghost.

I saw nine golden rays of light and a cloud of black gas, tumbling and tumbling endlessly.

Both the golden light and the black qi had reached an unprecedented intensity, making Meng Shuai unable to get close, and gradually retreated step by step, so he could only hold his breath and watch the dragon fighting ghosts in the field from a distance.

Although he was kicked out of the game, his pressure was greatly reduced, and then he looked at the strength of the black qi, and he was not without a sense of happiness in his heart - just now he had a brief fight with the ghost head, although he suffered a loss, but he did not suffer a big injury, and now it seems that it is really a fluke. The ghost head and the golden dragon are already true divine martial arts.

Another fluke, that is, the change of the ghost head is a weakened version, if he doesn't react in time and let the ghost head absorb enough yin qi, Meng Shuai is estimated to be "wiped out" by the other party.

Seeing that the nine golden dragons were suppressed together, and the black qi rushed left and right, unable to break through, Meng Shuai felt relieved, and walked away from the battlefield step by step.

Stepping back to Duan Lingye's side, Meng Shuai said, "You made this out?"

Duan Lingye's state is getting worse and worse, Meng Shuai has always felt that he was already dying at the last moment, but he didn't expect him to be even more degraded in an instant, and now his face is as white as paper, making people think that he is going to faint at any time, but he still has the confidence to scold, and said: "What the hell are you? I originally wanted to use the residual aura to stimulate a psychic treasure to protect myself, but the aura was drained, not to mention, and I also got a lot of vitality." I ......"

After taking a breath, he said: "It's more dangerous than your spending Shouyuan stopping time, and I will have to spend at least a few decades of life." ”

You must know that Duan Lingye's aura obtained from the psychic seal is very considerable, and when he fought with Uncle Pu, more than a dozen treasures were psychic at the same time, and they were not consumed.

His previous sword was destroyed, and he hurriedly grabbed the dragon descending vertebrae that Meng Shuai flew off in his hand, so he wanted to channel the spirit first and have the power to protect himself, but he didn't expect to meet a big eater, and pulled out his aura and vitality. If it is not measured, it is not impossible to suck it dry.

Meng Shuai confirmed that Duan Lingye was fine, so he said triumphantly: "Just kidding, my things can be moved if you want? Or is it an enhanced version of the Dragon Tribulation, the treasure refined by the Nine Heavens Thunder Fire, do you dare to move? ”

Duan Lingye stared at the battle between the golden light and the black qi in the field, and said, "Your thing, are you sure that the stick is still yours?"

Meng Shuai was taken aback and said, "Is it yours?"

Duan Lingye said: "I think so." ”

Originally, according to the rules of the psychic seal, his psychic magic seal should be his, and at least he could control part of it, but after the dragon spine was channeled this time, the nine golden dragons took off directly, how could there be any of them under his command? Although he was a little unhappy, but if he thought about it carefully, he was lucky, after the treasure was psychic, there was a problem of backlash, and like spirit beasts, he mastered the high level with a low level, and the end of being counterattacked would be embarrassing.

He just sighed, "It's out of control." It's yours. He casually threw the dragon descending vertebrae that had lost the golden dragon to Meng Shuai, and said, "Now it's with the mallet." ”

Meng Shuai was stunned for a moment, looked down at the stick, and then looked up at the golden dragon who suppressed the ghost head, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, what kind of bicycle do you want?" ”

At this time, the golden dragon had already compressed the black qi in the central size of the place, revealing the human body and ghost head. The ghost head is still grinning and very fierce, but his body is crumbling, and he is about to be defeated when he sees it.

Suddenly, a dragon's body penetrated the black mist, grabbed the left and right arms of the human body with two claws, and tore it hard, only to hear the sound of stabbing, and the human body was torn in half!

The human body fell to the ground, but no blood spilled, and the body wriggled on the ground a few times, turning into thick black smoke and dissipating. Only then did Meng Shuai remember that the person was originally parasitic on Duan Lingye's body, and there was no entity. At this point, it's gone.

Is the flesh dissipating and the old monster dead?

No!

At the same time as the body dissipated, the ghost's head popped and burst open, and a wisp of black gas flew out of it and **** outward.

The black qi was just a wisp, and it was as fast as a streamer, and it actually drilled out of the golden dragon's claws. The golden dragons hovered in the air, and they had no intention of chasing the little prey.

Seeing that the black smoke was about to escape from death, suddenly a figure flashed, and someone stopped in front of it and said, "Where are you going?"

It's Meng Shuai!

As soon as his fingers moved, a black whirlpool floated out of Meng Shuai's head, and the black gas shook, and he was sucked into the whirlpool, and he could no longer see it. As he was leaving, there was a faint scream.

It's over.

With the law of Huangquan devouring a wisp of the man's remnant soul, Meng Shuai ended the battle. This vicious and strange uninvited guest has dissipated, and he has not even left a name.

However, it was only this battle that ended, not the entire campaign.

There's one more enemy waiting to be finished.

Duan Lingye said, "Is the person dead?"

Meng Shuai said: "Go out? Then people have to let us out." Otherwise, we will go to the owner of this place and let him open the door and release him. ”

Duan Lingye said, "That one who looks the same as you, where did he go?"

Meng Shuai said: "Let's go find ......"

I only heard someone say, "Don't look for it, I'm here." ”

On the empty hall, a beam of light descended from their heads, and the two of them only felt a flower in front of them, and then looked at it, and in the center of the hall, there was an extra crystal mountain.

The transparent crystals and the large mirrors inlaid around them reflect each other, and the light is refracted down one by one, shining to the point of dazzling.

Meng Shuai's eyes opened and narrowed, and he opened them three or two times before he saw that this crystal mountain was actually a throne.

Under the Yellow Spring, he has seen the throne surrounded by ghosts, tall and deep, full of weirdness, the grandeur of this throne is not under any throne, but because it is made of crystals, it has lost that gloomy, and it has more magnificent and dreamy colors.

On the high throne, there sat a man with a proud expression, like an emperor.

Meng Shuai took a closer look, "Oh", and said, "Looking at it this way, I thought I was sitting on the throne by myself." ”

Sitting on the throne was Meng Shuai's phantom.

Because of the height of the throne, the phantom could overlook Meng Shuai, and said lightly: "Do you want to sit on it? If you want, I can give it to you." ”

Meng Shuai let out a breath and said, "I'm a little moved by your persistence. Then I say it again, no, thanks. ”

The phantom looked cold and said, "Don't worry, this is the last time." I beg you one last time, you don't like me, I don't like myself. Since I was born, I have never been so humble and aggrieved. The shame you have brought upon me has to be repaid with blood. ”

Meng Shuai was very similar to complaining about the so-called humility and grievances, but he also felt that there was no need to talk nonsense with such a madman, and said: "You wanted to have a fight with me just now, why did you give up later?

The phantom said, "Escape, don't you know that the king sitting on the 'seat' is a god who can easily crush you?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Immediately after, I only heard a banging sound, as if a firework had exploded.

The surrounding mirrors all burst in the explosion, and one object after another rose from the mirror.

There are ghosts, spirit animals, corpses, treasures, and all sorts of strange things.

These people, men and things, gathered around like an army of people, and the dark hall lit up with a sparkle of light—those were their or their eyes. Meng Shuai seemed to be in the midst of a herd of wild beasts, stared at by salivating predators, and his scalp was numb.

The surrounding monsters gathered more and more, Meng Shuai glanced over, and he couldn't see what was behind him, but he felt that the encirclement was added layer by layer, and the hall was filled with various existences, squeezing out Sensen's shadow. In the shadows, all kinds of monsters appear extremely tall, and Meng Shuai is like a mouse in a pack of lions, and there is almost no place for him.

The phantom's voice came from afar: "Meng Shuai, I know that you are good at strength, and you are an extremely lucky boy." Even your friends are in luck. You've got powerful abilities that shouldn't be like yours. ”

"For example, you, you have a relationship with the Yellow Spring Throne, but you have obtained the power of the Mirror Palace. So you are immune to the damage of demons, and you are not afraid of the oppression of the Mirror Palace. And your companion—" his gaze shifted to Duan Lingye, "he has mastered the ability of psychics, and he can make the treasure recognize the master, and no matter how many weapons there are, he will not be able to hurt him." ”

"So if you are to be dealt with by a single force, it is easy for you to restrain you. Even if you put aside these powers, in terms of strength alone, you are very strong, stronger than anyone in this realm. ”

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he continued: "However, I still want to know, where is your limit? One power can't deal with it, what about several forces combined? What about all the powers combined? This is the plaything collected by the Mirror Palace, released together, and play with you." How many rounds do I think you'll last?"

He leaned back, his body sinking into the throne, and said, "Play slowly, don't end it too soon." I'm waiting to see your final shapes. Even if you don't have a shape, you can put together a shape. ”

Meng Shuai laughed and said, "In the end, who will accompany you to the end? Do you think you are good-looking--you look like me, who will accompany you all the time? If you want to be right with me, you can, change places." Suddenly, a mirror flashed in front of him, and the two of them had disappeared.

In another hall, Meng Shuai's figure appeared.

In the center of the main hall, there is also a crystal mountain, a crystal throne, and an apparition.

It's just that there is nothing around, there is no one, and there are no messy monsters.

Meng Shuai said coldly: "Now, you can do it." This is your lair, right?"