Tang Qingshan recalled the first time the Immortal Demon Luo Mo Jibei possessed him, the momentum like a beast, and the hammer technique he used made him unforgettable.

You can't summon twin hammers, but you don't have time to think about it that much. Do what you can, your own twin hammers are different from the long-handled war hammers that your people are good at using.

With that flash of inspiration, he replaced the hammer with his fist! Tang Qingshan desperately bombarded every corner of his vision in front of him.

There is electricity outside the fist, and there is fire in the electricity. gambled his net worth and life, and swore to kill Ding Qinghan!

There was a burst of indiscriminate bombardment.

The golden light gradually dissipated with the shadow of the fist, and Tang Qingshan stood in place with severe pain. Gasping for air, his gaze locked onto the dust in front of him.

In the billowing smoke and sand, a figure gradually became clear. The dust settled, and the stunning woman named Song Mo stood in place.

Song Mo's face was flat, and half of his body was still burning with flames. He glanced down at the holes on his body and said softly.

"This son is very skilled, the reason why my master summoned me to play against you. It is precisely because Song Mo has a peculiar physique, although he is a remnant soul, I am not afraid of the power of thunder by nature. ”

Looking at Tang Qingshan again, Song Mo said word by word.

"The master still underestimated you, although Song Mo is not afraid of thunder, but you still have something else in your fist. It seems that Song Moqi is missing a move..."

The figure began to shatter, and as she was dying, the woman raised her jade arm to summon a scroll. Song Mo turned into a little starlight and disappeared with the wind.

The body turned over the river and the sea, but Tang Qingshan still stood in place. Watching Song Mo dissipate, there was no emotion in his eyes.

He can't make any evaluation of people he doesn't know, and since he is an opponent here, he can only share life and death with a woman.

The picture scroll flashed, and as expected, Ding Qinghan walked out slowly.

"Yo, what a good means. I'm really wanting to see you more and more, I can't tell, this is the first time. You are like a treasure that always brings me greater surprises. ”

The praise in Ding Qinghan's eyes and the words of praise in his words fully affirmed Tang Qingshan's strength. With a wave of his hand, a purple light swept through, and the high temperature on Tang Qingshan's body and the evaporating heat on his body surface were swept away.

"It's not easy to fight until now. The heart is closed, and the spiritual power is exhausted. You don't have any tricks now, it's a pity Song Mo, but as long as I bring you back, the loss of a lonely ghost is nothing to me. ”

Shaking under his feet, Ding Qinghan was like a rootless duckweed, swaying towards Tang Qingshan.

Stretching out two fingers of his left hand and lightly touching the magic circle on his chest, the purple light on his chest shone brightly. The index finger and middle finger held a purple thread composed of spiritual power, and slowly pointed towards the center of Tang Qingshan's eyebrows.

I don't know what evil spell Ding Qinghan is going to perform, looking at those slender fingers, Tang Qingshan is in a cold sweat.

But he has lost his ability to move, and he can only watch this happen.

Still lost?

His eyes were full of unwillingness, and Tang Qingshan's hanging heart was relieved, and the whole person was a little stiff.

What about being talented, and what about perseverance? When you encounter this kind of enemy, you are not obedient. Scenes of the past appeared in front of him, and Tang Qingshan sighed lightly.

"I'm sorry..."

didn't know who he was apologizing to, and Ding Qinghan didn't bother to pay attention. In the long years, there are countless geniuses who have been caught by themselves. These arrogant little guys will always say something of self-pity.

He just wants to keep these people for himself, as for what they think. Ding Qinghan didn't care at all, refining into a weeping night spirit was his slave.

Who cares if their dog barks?

Can you bite someone?

The two fingers were getting closer and closer to the young man in front of him, and Ding Qinghan's swarthy face was filled with a strange flush.

It's wonderful, possess him, get him, manipulate him.

Mountain Spirit Master can only refine souls and make them fight for themselves through special methods. This is a hazy and illusory method, and it is also the only way to cultivate in the Realm of Misfortune.

Ding Qinghan has always been dissatisfied with this cultivation method, although his strength is increasing day by day, this illusory feeling has always made him haunted.

Rewarded by the Holy Venerable and bestowed with magic skills, Ding Qinghan shattered the void and broke through the realm and soared. Follow the adults in the long years of continuous cultivation and continuous conquest.

Bloody killing, living corpses refining souls. Danger after danger finally made him find his most satisfactory cultivation method, and refining the Weeping Night Spirit with living creatures made him even more excited for a long time.

He will never forget the ridiculous expression of that man when he was refining Zhou Qing. A lifetime of upheaval, seeking survival in death. finally built the avenue, and the beloved woman escaped the world safely,

The dizzying pleasure of breaking his wife's neck in front of him.

Ah, I miss it. Looking at the gloom in Tang Qinghan's eyes, the kind of heart-itching pleasure once again haunted Ding Qinghan's heart.

It's this expression, it's this breath.

Yes...

I'm going to...

Give it to me...

The closer his fingers got to the young man's forehead, Ding Qinghan couldn't help but start trembling.

His fingertips seemed to have touched Tang Qingshan's forehead, and the smile on Ding Qinghan's face became more and more intense.

Here it comes... He's coming...

His eyes rolled up slightly, and the whites of his eyes took up most of his pupils. This terrible demon has an indescribable satisfaction on his face...

However, nothing happened.

That feeling of heart-to-heart connection didn't come as expected.

Tang Qingshan's eyes revealed disgust, looking at Ding Qinghan who was full of ugliness, his heart was mixed.

Ding Qinghan himself also felt something unusual, and his eyes focused on his left hand. He didn't understand why his tried methods suddenly didn't work.

"Stay away from my brother!"

A roar came from behind Ding Qinghan, and Ye Liuyun was already standing not far behind him at some point.

Ding Qinghan turned his face sideways, glanced at Ye Liuyun, and said ruthlessly.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, I mean what I say! Let me take Tang Qingshan away, your little life can live for a while longer." ”

In his eyes, Ye Liuyun is dispensable.

It's not that he hasn't seen Confucianism, these stubborn donkeys are too high-spirited, and the strength of the Confucianism Pavilion in the human world is at its peak, with his current situation, it is not enough to do things too much.

This space will soon disintegrate, and on a whim, he forcibly changes the rules of this space. The spiritual power that can maintain the space is provided by Zhou Qing! As soon as Zhou Qing dies, I'm afraid here...

"Roll !!"

There was no nonsense, Ye Liuyun stretched out his hand, and the flickering red Hanhai incomprehensible appeared in his palm.

Ding Qinghan wiped his eyes with his other hand, slightly surprised. It turned out that at some point, several iron chains had been tied around his wrists, and more than a dozen books with different lusters surrounded him. The pages were wide open, and the chains came out of the book.

I struggled lightly, but I didn't expect these thin chains to be quite tough.

Ding Qinghan looked thoughtfully at the iron chain on his arm, and then at Ye Liuyun.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, little scholar. I retract what I just said. Now, not only do I want to take Tang Qingshan away, I also want you!"