"Get out of here!"

At this time, the spirit clan man suddenly roared, and his figure suddenly became blurred, and suddenly three figures changed vertically and horizontally.

Sun Wukong said in a deep voice: "It is rumored that the magic of the Spirit Clan is unfathomable, but the most feared thing is their immortal body, as well as their super speed and strength, you better be careful." ”

Not as much as Sun Wukong said, Zhou Jiuhui had already unleashed the "Purple Cloud Banner", but that suppressive force was almost useless in front of a master in the middle of the Tianyuan Realm.

However, before the "Purple Cloud Banner" could be fully deployed, an extremely violent suppressive force suddenly reversed, and a layer of gray-black mist shrouded around them, imprisoning the two of them like a cage, and between their snorts, they suddenly asked a rancid smell.

The brilliance of the "Purple Cloud Flag" is dim and gradually fading.

"This ...... What's going on?" Zhou Jiuhui's face showed a look of surprise.

Sun Wukong's expression was solemn, and he said: "This is Lingwei, it is a kind of 'potential' formed by the spirit clan by virtue of the circulation of the physical body and the true yuan, unless your strength is above him, otherwise under the restriction of this 'potential', the situation will be greatly bad." ”

"Bastard!" Zhou Jiuhui snorted angrily, took out the "Heavenly Jedi Extinguishing Bomb" from his chest, and roared angrily: "Your second uncle, if you have a kind, you will come, am I still afraid that you will not succeed!"

Anyway, they are all dying people, and Zhou Jiuhui doesn't mind pulling a cushion before he dies.

In an instant, three figures swept in like a violent wind, Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, and the five fingers of his two white palms flowed, exuding a lilac brilliance, and suddenly grabbed towards the void, and the spiritual power was suddenly cut off inch by inch by the "Heaven Stealing Hand", and it disappeared in a flash.

Immediately, a palm slapped out, and it hit the chest of the figure in front of him hard, only to hear a muffled sound of "poof", as if there was nothingness in the middle, and the figure turned into nothing after a violent twist.

Zhou Jiuhui was shocked: "It's actually fake!"

Sun Wukong didn't have time to think about it, his body spun like a spinning top, and he slapped out another palm, and then slapped away a phantom, but unexpectedly, a huge force came from behind, instantly penetrating the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the whole person was suddenly shocked and flew out, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness surged in his throat.

The Spirit Clan man stood proudly in front of Sun Wukong, and said coldly, "I'll say it one last time, get out of here!"

At this time, Zhou Jiuhui suddenly dodged, blocking in front of Sun Wukong, holding the Heavenly Jedi Extinguishing Bomb, and yelled: "I'll say it again, you hurry up and get back for me, otherwise I'm really going to release the bullet." ”

The Spirit Clan's man's gaze suddenly narrowed, and his cold, fierce murderous aura suddenly showed its edge, and he said angrily: "Look for death!"

The left fist was raised high, and you could clearly see that the muscles of the entire arm were bulging, as if every inch of muscle contained an amazing explosive force, and it was slammed down with a fierce punch.

Zhou Jiuhui knew that Sun Wukong was behind him, if he dodged by himself, Sun Wukong would definitely die, anyway, he was also a dying person, so he simply didn't hide, holding the "Heaven Jedi Bomb" tightly with both hands, and cold sweat was already flowing out of his forehead.

However, at this moment, a white shadow swept past him, and Sun Wukong suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Jiuhui, "Stealing the Heavenly Hand" with all his strength, purple light was sheng, and the punch slammed into Sun Wukong's palm, but at the moment when the power exploded, the incredible decomposition power had already broken down that power, leaving less than one-third of the power.

But even so, Sun Wukong was once again shocked and flew out.

Zhou Jiuhui's face suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Your second uncle, look at the move!"

Immediately, Zhou Jiuhui suddenly threw the "Heavenly Jedi Bomb"!

Without the slightest assistance of True Yuan Force, the "Heavenly Jedi Extinguishing Bomb" suddenly erupted, and the viscous blood light almost reflected the entire heaven and earth, and the whole person of the Spirit Clan was submerged in the blood light.

"Waste!"

Sun Wukong felt a pain in his heart, if he was allowed to use the True Yuan Aid to release the "Heavenly Jedi Annihilation Bomb", the power would probably be more than ten times stronger.

But he also knew that there was no time for him to complain about this, so he pulled Zhou Jiuhui and rushed away at an extremely fast speed towards a black stone forest in the southwest.

Hearing Zhou Jiuhui's hissing and shouting from a distance, he was obviously not used to such a fast speed.

This Heavenly Jedi Extinguishing Bomb was refined by the Ancestral Witch himself, and even without the assistance of the True Yuan, the power was extremely great.

The viscous blood light was like thousands of blood lotus flowers bursting layer by layer, and from a distance, it rose into the air like a huge canopy, and the surrounding grass and land were all filthy, turning into a pitch-black burnt black, exuding a disgusting fishy smell.

The explosion of the Heavenly Jedi Extinguishing Bomb lasted for about a whole stick of incense, and then the blood light slowly dissipated, gradually revealing the figure of a man.

"Whew...... Whew......!"

The spirit man was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, but his whole body was covered with a faint layer of light like a film, just like a perfectly fitting scale, enveloping his whole person.

However, this kind of defense was obviously unable to resist the fierce attack of the Heavenly Jedi Annihilation, and the bandages that wrapped the upper body had all fallen off, revealing a deep wound, from which drops of inky black blood flowed out and fell to the ground.

It is rumored that the Spirit Race is an immortal body, and even if the body is destroyed, it can be healed and reborn, but the scar on the chest of this Spirit Race man obviously cannot be healed, but it is a bit unbelievable for the body of a pure blood Spirit Lord.

But at this moment, the solemn expression of the spirit clan man suddenly eased, as if he had received some kind of relief, his eyes stared at the direction of Sun Wukong and Zhou Jiuhui's escape, but he shook his head a little helplessly.

Suddenly, eight black figures descended from the sky, their speed was unbelievable, but compared to this spirit man, it was slightly inferior.

In an instant, eight figures surrounded the man, and when he looked closely, it was a person from the Spirit Clan wearing a black bodysuit, and from the bare fangs, blue-white skin, and the color of the pupils, it could be clearly determined that their eyes were cold and abnormal, locked on the man's body, and their pupils shrank.

"Alas...... I'll let you find it!" the Spirit Clan man let out a breath and slowly straightened up.

A middle-aged man who looked older walked up to the spirit man and said in a deep voice, "Young Master, we've been chasing you for a month, and now it's time to go back with us." ”

The Spirit Clan man snorted heavily and said, "Since you call me the Young Master, then if I don't go back, what should you do?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, and he said slowly: "This is the order of the Spirit Emperor, and please don't embarrass us." ”

The Spirit Clan man sneered a few times and said, "Spirit Emperor...... My father has only been dead for six hundred years, and this power of the Spirit Race has already fallen into his hands?"