The divine consciousness of the Venerable Chunyuan entered Yan Yefeng's body. Wang Zimo is the same as him, and the spirit platform is planted with the imprint of Dai Xiaomo.

Neither of them can last long, and they can only fight quickly.

The blue sword shone with a cold mist, like a substantial flowing water, faintly lining the sword blade inside.

Although the water-breaking sword controlled by Master Chunyuan was fast, in the eyes of Wang Zimo, it was similar to Pei Gong's dancing sword.

He was not in a hurry, he turned his body sideways at the moment when the water breaking sword stabbed the Adam's apple, bent down and sank, and quickly rotated along the toes of inertia, and before the water breaking sword turned back, his whole body had already collided with Yan Yefeng.

The heavenly pestle was lifted, and again it was mercilessly knocked on half of the head.

Master Chunyuan only felt that half of his face was hot, and when he touched it, his hands were covered with flesh and blood.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

How could Wang Zimo dodge his full blow?

How is this possible?

Even if it is not his own body, he can reach half of the cultivation level of the peak state of the Buddha-figure.

This prince ...... silently

The effort of half a cup of tea was fleeting, and the aura on the heavenly pestle quickly withdrew to the spiritual platform, and the dark clouds in the sky also disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was as if it had never appeared, only the mess on the ground could prove it.

Master Chunyuan suddenly laughed.

There were bursts of "gurgling" laughter from the blood-stained mouth, as if all the internal organs had been smashed by Wang Zimo, and a mouthful of fishy flesh spat out between his mouths.

Ha, hahaha......

Sure enough, as I guessed, this black iron rod is useless. The most demonic thing about this kid is the anger wrapped outside the spiritual platform. Just now I felt a powerful fluctuation of divine consciousness, so it seems that he is just a puppet like Feng'er!

This is the best time to kill Wang Zimo!

Master Chunyuan turned his hand and withdrew the Water Breaking Sword, and he could stay in Yan Yefeng's body for a while.

This moment is enough!

Now, what Master Chunyuan has to do is to save the face of the White Horse Pavilion!

He wants to borrow Yan Yefeng's body on the decision-making platform and beat the prince into a meatloaf!

Unparalleled power erupted from Yan Yefeng's body, and he opened his right hand and turned his fist into a claw.

In an instant, Wang Zimo's body rushed forward uncontrollably, and his slender neck happened to be stuck in Yan Yefeng's palm, and he pinched it hard.

"Uh~!"

The prince opened his mouth wide and gasped hard, but when the air reached his throat, he swallowed it.

My stomach swelled like a ball, and I swallowed and hiccuped repeatedly.

He never imagined that he would end up like this.

"Palace Master, do you want to check the details? The person on the stage was obviously taken away!"

"No, if the people of the Lu family can't even handle this little thing, there is no need for this palace to stay!"

Wang Zimo was choked by Yan Yefeng's neck and breathed hard.

He had fought with Yan Yefeng, so he naturally knew that this terrifying power was definitely not Yan Yefeng's doing.

Based on the performance just now, Wang Zimo instantly concluded that Yan Yefeng's body was occupied by someone. It's just that he wasn't sure who the other party was, and Wang Zimo even thought that the person who took the house was a master who had died on the decision-making platform.

If it's a ghost, then it's easy to say.

Wang Zimo closed his eyes and groped carefully through the storage bag given by Mingbao.

Ghosts are most afraid of the things of the sun, and the fire attribute vitality was exhausted by him as early as when Baiyunguan made a fire, and at this time, he really regretted that he had not made sufficient preparations in advance two days ago.

Three fire attribute vitality beads the size of pigeon eggs were quietly slapped into the sea of qi by him.

Wang Zimo gritted his teeth, his fingers flying, and layers of handprints were formed.

Suddenly, someone slapped the head.

Wang Zimo's eyes trembled suddenly, and he was suddenly blurred, and his ears seemed to be stuffed with noisy knowledge, one after another, and the noise was upset.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, and he needed three more breaths to complete the mudra!

"Smack!"

Master Chunyuan slapped his hands again.

Wang Zimo felt that the Tianling Gai was about to be shattered, and his brain hurt, and from the large vertebra downward, the entire spine instantly emitted a series of explosions. The bones of the legs were about to break, and the joints collided with each other, grinding the cartilage so that it clicked.

The pain was so intense that the mudra snapped to a halt.

Wang Zimo knew that the other party would definitely not give him time to reseal.

Two breaths, two more breaths, poke you into a sieve!

"Boom!"

Master Chunyuan put away his playful expression, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed it hard at Wang Zimo's head.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking was crisp and continuous, and I saw Wang Zimo kneeling on his knees, his legs spread in an "M" shape, and his spine was shaped like a fishhook, like a wasted person.

He gritted his teeth and continued to insist, his whole head seemed to be suffocated in an iron bucket, and he was beaten with sticks outside, and his ears roared, and his seven orifices were wet, and black and red blood flowed out.

A moment is fleeting.

Naturally, the Venerable Chunyuan would not give Wang Zimo a chance to live.

His palm was charged, and the blue vitality turned into a ten-headed centipede, and the moment it was out of its body, it submerged into Wang Zimo's body.

Immediately after, the Venerable Chunyuan's divine consciousness withdrew.

Almost at the same moment, a surging flame erupted from Wang Zimo's fingertips, instantly burning Yan Yefeng's fallen body.

The scene is out of control!

The prince fell to the ground silently, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Yan Yefeng was completely engulfed in flames, and the White Horse Pavilion disciples who swarmed up couldn't get close at all, so they could only stand under the decision-making platform and watch Yan Yefeng being burned to ashes.

There is a seal on the decision stand.

No one died on the stage, and the seal was never removed.

Although Wang Zimo was lying on the ground, he was not dead. Although Yan Yefeng was burned to ashes, his soul was still in the hands of Master Chunyuan.

This just protected Wang Zimo and saved him from being whipped by the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion.

"I'm going to kill him!

"Damn Prince Mo, he actually burned my body and made me stay in this damn scarecrow forever!

In the White Horse Pavilion, in the First Pavilion, the scarecrow in the hands of Master Chunyuan jumped up and down, constantly roaring angrily.

"If you don't die, if he doesn't die, no one can get in!"

Master Chunyuan shook his head and sighed, this prince lay silently on the decision-making platform for five days. In the last few days, he clearly felt that the power of the ten centipedes left in Wang Zimo's body was falling apart, and it was gradually swallowed by an unknown force.

It's impossible.

The ten-headed centipede was transformed by his vitality, and if he was any one of them, Chun Yuan would not dare to directly inject his own vitality into the other party's body. But at that time, Wang Zimo had already become a waste, so he dared to use his vitality to turn into ten centipedes and slowly torture him to death.

But I didn't expect it......

This bastard actually burned Feng'er's body with one fire!

Chun Yuan was extremely annoyed, and his embarrassed old face had nowhere to hide in Yan Yefeng's thunderous noise. With a big slap of his hand, he directly smashed the scarecrow on the sandalwood table of the Eight Immortals. Immediately, he shook his hand, only to hear a painful wail resounding through the first pavilion, and in an instant, Yan Yefeng stopped moving.

On the decision-making platform, Wang Zimo had already woken up.

He stared at the audience with scarlet eyes, and the woman who was originally standing on the city tower appeared on the decision-making platform at this moment, playing with a light blue vitality bead the size of a thumb in her hand.

Although this vitality bead is only the size of a thumb, it is very valuable.

"The shot is quite generous, and he actually gave away the wind attribute vitality bead casually. ”

That's right, this Yuan Qi Bead is the one that Wang Zimo gave to Ximeng. Appearing in the woman's hands at this time, something must have happened.

Faintly, Wang Zimo had a bad premonition.

"Who the hell are you? What about Hee-mon? What did you do with her?"

Wang Zimo stood on the decision-making platform, and there was a pile of ashes scattered beside him, which was Yan Yefeng's cremated body. At this time, the decision platform was still in the seal, and Wang Zimo couldn't get out even if he had the ability to go to the sky.

The woman in front of her changed her clothes and was wearing a black tights, with a delicate figure.

She clasped her hands around her chest, gently walked to the decision-making table, leaned forward, stretched her neck and faced Wang Zimo. From a short distance, Wang Zimo could even see every hair on her face.

"Wind attribute vitality beads are really rare!"

"Where's Ximeng?"

"Kill!"

The woman in black straightened her upper body, and her proud figure was hot and dazzling in the sun.

"Why!

Wang Zimo was almost mad, and a pair of fists frantically smashed the seal of the Decision Table, shaking out ripples of cyan formations.

Ximeng is just a child, although he has only been in contact with Wang Zimo for three days, he has softened his cold heart with that pure heart.

"What is the reason for killing?"

Scold!

What are these words?

What is the reason for killing?

Can people kill as they please, and kill whenever they want?

"The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty", Ximeng is still so young, she is so pure, so true, why rush to kill everything!

Wang Zimo half-knelt on the decision-making platform, lowered his head, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

Is this the law of the jungle?

As a Venerable One, can you wantonly trample on the lives of the weak?

The fists are clenched tightly, leaving no gaps. Wang Zimo only felt that the flesh on the back of his hand was about to stretch out, his heart was burning with anger, and his chest was uncomfortable.

"Ahh

He suddenly burst into a rage, kicked his hind legs, and his whole body was like a cheetah poised to attack, slamming through the seal of the Breaking Table, waving his fist and smashing towards the back of the woman in black.

"Broken?"

The woman in black turned around slowly, her thin willow eyebrows bent slightly, glanced at the decision table, and instantly understood what was going on.

She hooked the corners of her dark red lips, revealing her pearl-like teeth, chuckled and groaned, and said, "Save your strength and run for your life, the people of the White Horse Pavilion will come to collect the corpse immediately!"

After saying that, the black figure suddenly disappeared.

Wang Zimo threw a punch into the air, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Come back to me!"

"Don't worry, we'll meet again!"