Chapter 159: Clumsy Technique?

"I don't have the ability, but there are a lot of big words!"

The other party obviously scoffed at her arrogant words.

But Weng Ran doesn't care about this, there are too few things that can make her the master, if this is her final outcome, then at least she has to make her own decisions.

The sea of spiritual consciousness that belonged to her was finally connected to form a circle.

Immediately afterward, the circle began to spin, and the entire sea of spiritual consciousness turned, including the territories that had been usurped by the other side.

"If you do this, the sea of spiritual consciousness will not be able to bear it at all. The other party guessed her intentions, but did not stop or resist, but allowed her to stir up a whirlpool of her spiritual consciousness, and this whirlpool became more and more violent, and the tearing caused became more and more serious.

The pain engulfed Weng Ran, but because of the excessive pain, she couldn't lose consciousness, which was undoubtedly a kind of torture, but Weng Ran was still enjoying this torture at this time, which was proof that she was still alive.

It is also the feeling of the last stage of her life, this life is really painful......

Weng Ran looked at his broken sea of spiritual consciousness, whether it was black or the color that belonged to her, it was collapsing, the person was also moving, and the light of the sea of spiritual consciousness quickly dimmed, until the moment when the light finally dissipated, he would also pass away.

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ground floor

"Xiao Shouyou~ This broken coffin is too hard!" He Sifang scratched his head and stared at the sarcophagus that had not been damaged in any way and said sullenly.

The others are also a little leaky, and the characters they have here can report one casually outside, which makes the heavens and the earth tremble, but now everyone is working together, and they can't even take the coffin down, it's just a loss!

"It's useless. Zhu Di looked at the somewhat decadent crowd and said.

His opening was completely on fire, and He Sifang was the first to be angry, Lao Tzu couldn't get the sarcophagus, he couldn't break the formation, and Lao Tzu couldn't clean up a traitor like you!

Thinking about it, he threw his gold and silver wheels towards the bamboo flute.

"Lao Tzu killed you smiling tiger!"

"Count me in!" The pipa is also a belly of fire that has nowhere to be sprinkled, and the sound of the flute reveals anger, and the sound of Xiao Yin has just started here, and the bamboo flute over there has been attacked, and the sea of spiritual consciousness trembles.

The bamboo flute was somewhat surprised, it seemed that he really wanted to let himself die, but then he felt that his idea was ridiculous, who didn't want the traitor to die, he gave up his love, how could the betrayed person continue to care.

He didn't play his bamboo flute, but kept connecting the dots with his fingers, and each point was a formation.

The gold and silver wheels collided with these formations, and it was difficult to break through for a while.

"This smiling tiger's formation attainments are all fucking superb!" He Sifang really didn't understand, with this kind of strength, he was the master of the order in Lemen, and he didn't start his own sect, so he really had other thoughts.

Not to mention him, even the former colleagues of the bamboo flute were shocked.

Even if this formation attainment is not a god, but it is only a few steps away, I thought that Lemen was the best at forming the master of the door, but now it seems that someone is deeply hidden.

Xiao Yin couldn't get into the ears of the bamboo flute, he just stood in place in a chic manner, and didn't even need to move his feet, he relied on one formation after another to block the attacks of the pipa and He Sifang, which made the two even more annoyed!

"Leave them alone. ”

Xue Yuanshan gave up, he didn't have time to take care of these reckless people, staring at the sarcophagus, although it didn't cause any scars, it wasn't immovable.

"Open the coffin!"

No one objected to Xue Yuanshan's proposal.

The person on the seat changed his movements at this time, the bamboo flute's eyes shook, and he glanced at him with his residual vision, guessing his thoughts, the other side is about to open the coffin, if the demon lord has recovered, naturally there will be no movement, that is, the demon lord has not recovered at this time.

Naturally, this coffin cannot be opened.

Seeing Xue Yuanshan leading everyone and slapping his palms on the lid of the coffin, the bamboo flute couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to stop them?"

"Are you suspicious of me?"

The hand of the bamboo flute to cast the formation just fell, but when he heard the words, he couldn't help but clench, what does this guy want to do?

"I can't see your anger though. ”

The clenched fist was released, and another formation was laid down, and the gold and silver wheels kept spinning on it, and the bamboo flute said with a smile: "How can I be angry with you." ”

"You're saying I wronged you?" said the man in the seat was aggressive.

"I was wrong. "The bamboo flute is also calm.

There was another loud bang, the hole trembled even more, and the mountain stone slag fell, and the puppet eighteen dragged the armor from the arm, and actually pulled out a small umbrella, opened the small umbrella, and countless small sounds sounded, and the mechanisms unfolded one after another, and in the blink of an eye, it became a big umbrella, covering Miao Xianyin's head.

The entire umbrella is made of exotic iron, exuding a black and shiny luster, which can be said to be extremely close to the ingenuity of creation.

Miao Xianyin under the umbrella was still pondering the formation, and some of the disciples in it had fainted because they couldn't hold on, and the situation was not optimistic.

The debris of the mountain stone fell on his body, and the puppet eighteen didn't seem to notice it, just stood straight and straight, and protected Miao Xianyin with an umbrella.

Looking at the sarcophagus again, with Xue Yuanshan and Teng Yuhui as the middle position, two people lined up on the left and right, only then did one side of the sarcophagus stand full, the hands of the six people were against the sarcophagus, and the rest of the people were standing behind a few people, constantly sending spiritual power into the bodies of the six of them, and they were about to open the sarcophagus.

Although the coffin lid looks heavy, what kind of people are these Xue Yuanshan, if it is an ordinary sarcophagus, it is modest and clumsy to break the two fingers.

But now it's a lot of effort, not necessarily.

On the other side, the bamboo flute's expression finally changed, the reason why he was able to point the array out of thin air was not because of his magical fingers, as for the strength of the army, it was just that he was good at refining the formation and hiding the formation.

And he just released the various formations that had been laid out a long time ago.

But if the two of them didn't kill him, they wouldn't stop, the attack was very crazy, and to block the attack of the two of them, the formation would consume more and faster, and it was already a little clumsy at this time.

"Can you help?"

are all traitors, and the bamboo flute naturally doesn't care about face, and opens his mouth to ask the people in the seat for help.

"The sarcophagus is going to be opened. The other party did not answer the question.

"It seems so. ”

"The Demon Lord hasn't recovered yet. ”

Zhu Di was shocked in his heart, the other party said this to blame his formation for being useless, "It will take time, and the blood of those disciples has not yet flowed." ”

"Your formation is not perfect. ”

Zhu Di sneered in his heart, he really wanted to blame himself, saying that the formation, he had this self-confidence, if he was called second in this world, no one would dare to call him first.

"It's my skill. ”

The fingers quickly connected the dots, and a small unused formation was superimposed on each other for temporary resistance.

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