"Silly boy, what do you say thank you for your family!"

Xue Jianniang reached out and touched Wang Zimo's head, smoothed out the messy hair, and then said solemnly: "Mo'er has taken a good look, this trick is called 'Yunkai Shadowless Falling Dragon Yin', it is enough to kill him after you learn it!"

After Xue Jiaoniang finished speaking, she hooked her fingers, and Pingyou suddenly made a "buzzing" sound of pleasure.

She didn't hold the sword, but sent Pingyou into the clouds, and then sealed her hands, and a bright light flew out of her fingers, and with the gentle movement of Xue Jiaoniang's fingers, she drew a circle in the sky.

Fingerprint?

The prince's eyes widened suddenly.

There is a layer of aura outside his spiritual platform, and his spiritual consciousness is locked in the spiritual platform and cannot be used at will, which also leads to the inability to release the vitality in the dantian.

Mingbao once passed on his own handprint, and later Dai Xiaomo told him that it was the Killing Heaven God Finger and could not be used casually.

I didn't expect that now my mother-in-law actually used a handprint!

There were no clouds, no rain, no wind, and no celestial phenomena, and there was a sudden thunderstorm. Immediately after that, the white clouds in the bright circle were rushing and rolling, and a blue-green dragon could be faintly seen shuttling among them.

Xue Jiaoniang separated her hands, pointed to the sky, and waved gently.

The white clouds in the circle suddenly dispersed, but I saw the five-clawed dragon raising its head and chanting, shaking the heavens and the earth to change color, the leaves of the wood were all off, and the ground temperature plummeted in an instant, and instantly set off a hurricane, blowing the distant mountains into a valley in an instant.

"Ding!"

The five-clawed dragon returned to its peaceful appearance, and a "ding" sound was inserted in front of Wang Zimo, like a soft dragon groan, calling the master to regain his strength.

Witnessing Xue Jianniang's display of high-level demeanor, Wang Zimo's chest suddenly bulged, his eyes showed a firm gaze, he held Pingyou, and pulled it out violently.

Between heaven and earth, thunder rolls!

It actually came from Wang Zimo's body, and it was a collision of surging battle intent.

Just now, Xue Jiaoniang explained in detail every move, and also gave him a pill in case he lost his strength.

When everything was ready, the prince swept towards Jiang Chengzi coldly.

At this time, Jiang Chengzi had already come out of the shock just now, he looked at himself who had been resurrected again in disbelief, and after confirming that it was correct, he met the prince's invincible gaze.

"Adversary!"

"Hugh has to be commanding, who wins and who loses, and it will be clear immediately!"

Wang Zimo didn't follow the example of Xue Jianniang and threw Pingyou into the air. First of all, he doesn't have such deep skill support, and secondly, he doesn't have such a strong ability to control. He had to keep the peace within ten zhang.

Thinking about it, Wang Zimo nodded heavily, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Jiang Chengzi, and slammed Pingyou into the ground.

In an instant, the underground soil shook, like a surging river, and the waves surged. Immediately afterward, clusters of water vapor emerged from the surface of the earth, gathering into a thick fog in the blink of an eye, enveloping a hundred miles into a cage.

Xue Jiaoniang's eyes were strange, and she saw Wang Zimo's every movement clearly. I can't help but sigh that this kid has unparalleled creativity.

When she saw a burst of mist suddenly emerging from the ground, Xue Jiaoniang opened her mouth in surprise, and couldn't help nodding her head again and again, admiring Wang Zimo's cleverness.

This fog is similar to the clouds, and it is actually the flat and quiet vibration of the earth.

The sonic vibration has nothing to do with the temperature!

When the prince was silent, Jiang Chengzi was not idle, he abandoned the Qianji crossbow and took a black stick from the storage bag, this stick has a short and short arm, uniform thickness, and it looks exactly the same as the burning stick under the stove.

Heavenly Pestle?

When Wang Zimo saw the black iron rod in Jiang Chengzi's hand, he immediately remembered the Heavenly Pestle he was carrying.

Both look exactly the same!

Did you meet your twin brother?

"Hehe, you have me too, let's see whose male is and whose is female!" Wang Zimo smiled in his heart.

But seeing Jiang Chengzi solemnly sacrificing the stick, countless black qi suddenly gushed out of the stick, mixed with the demon mist made by Wang Zimo, like putting a grinding disc in the water, as Jiang Chengzi continued to grind, the whole mist was dyed black.

"I didn't expect this son to be so shady and do such a thing of killing his fellow disciples, it is not surprising. ”

After seeing Jiang Chengzi's strength, Xue Jianniang was faintly worried. Wang Zimo is not enough in the realm, and his skills are even more useless, and the speed of vomiting is simply incomparable to others, but fortunately, he left a hand in time and stuffed a spirit pill into his mouth.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, but it was also as dark as ink.

On the battlefield, Jiang Chengzi and Wang Zimo both knew where the other party was standing, and their every move was clearly transmitted to the sea of knowledge by the fog and black smoke.

The cold mist condensed into beads, splashing puffs of green smoke on his face. It is like an ethereal danqing, coloring all things, but only Wang Zimo's face does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Quiet!

There was a mirror between the two, and they each looked at themselves in the mirror, looked carefully, and slowly considered it.

It's moving!

In an instant, the two seemed to have discussed, and at the same time responded, breaking the isolated mirror, running and crashing into each other.

It's broken, it's a phantom.

However, the real them were still standing in place, the temptation just now was evenly matched, the prince Mo knew it in his heart, hurriedly pulled out the heavenly pestle, and quickly turned the vitality into two strands, one yin and one yang, yin into the earth, and the peace and tranquility converged, the yang subdued the void, and the heavenly pestle was used as the guide above the fog to stare at the tiger.

"Aang!"

There were bursts of dragon groans from underground, as if they had been answered, and there was a loud roar above the mist.

Immediately afterwards, a silver divine dragon rushed into the ink mist, and the black mist everywhere it passed was dyed white, surrounding Wang Zimo, and a piece of clarity was swayed.

What the?

The Heavenly Pestle could even absorb the black qi released by the black iron rod in Jiang Chengzi's hand?

Wang Zimo was about to laugh off his big teeth!

In my heart, it was like overturning a bottle full of 100,000 whys, and I couldn't figure out what the origin of this Heavenly Pestle was, and what was the origin of the black iron rod in Jiang Chengzi's hand?

Could it be that the black qi that was absorbed just now is the same as the aura outside his spiritual platform?

That......

It also means that the Heavenly Pestle is only a temporary storage of black gas, and it will have to be returned to others after a while.

It's the same as sending the anger back to the altar in the first place!

Seeing that the black gas he had just laid was absorbed, Jiang Chengzi didn't know why, he looked left and right, and didn't know where the black gas went.

Suddenly, Jiang Chengzi panicked.

He lost his perception of Wang Zimo, only to know that there was a divine dragon underground that he had coveted for a long time, and its target was the Xuanyao stick in his hand!

"Aang!"

The underground dragon groaned one after another, each roar getting closer and closer to the ground. The earth trembled, and a hill bulged under Jiang Chengzi's feet, and he was suddenly blown out by the top of the divine dragon.

He was not in a hurry, and the Xuanyao stick in his hand was a little downward, and another surging black gas diffused out, turning into a huge net and covering the black dragon that Pingyou had turned into inside.

Sending away the full moon disk, the eastern dome gradually became clear.

At that hour, the fiery red sun poked out half of its head, covering the earth with a dreamlike orange and yellow, and sending a trace of warmth to the devastated land.

In the distance, the mountains that had turned into canyons had been filled with clear water. Under the sun, the surface of the lake is like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding mountains and mountains clearly like a painting.

Migratory birds that are afraid of the cold have long since flown south, and they do not build nests, so they leave no trace here. Instead, the petite sparrows, awakened by the sun, poked their heads out of their nests, shook their wings, and slept with fluffy eyes.

Wang Zimo and Jiang Chengzi fought from Yin to Chen.

On the surface, the two are on par, but it is not difficult to see from the constantly changing forms of Ping Yu and the ink-colored divine dragon that Wang Zimo is actually the last of the strong crossbow.

"If it goes on like this, I will definitely be the one who dies in the end!"

Seeing that the Heavenly Pestle was becoming saturated, and after half a pillar of incense, the black qi would be returned, Wang Zimo's heart became more and more anxious.

He stood in place, frowning and looking coldly at Jiang Chengzi, who was condescending.

The two dragons, one yin and one yang, attacked left and right, but they could never break through the defense of the stick.

Bursts of black gas seemed to come from the Yin Spring Water of the Styx River in the Hidden Capital, which was endless, and there was no sign of running out of it until now, but it wanted to refine the ink-colored divine dragon.

At this time, Jiang Chengzi was also secretly surprised.

He finally realized that there was another magic weapon above the mist that was controlled by Wang Zimo, and the black magic released from the Xuanyao stick was absorbed by that stick.

What's even more annoying is that the stick is exactly the same as the Xuanyao stick in his hand.

Not only that, but it also has a restraint effect on the Xuanyao stick!

This, simply......

Xue Jianniang's moves have been vividly played by Wang Zimo. His donkey skills are poor, and his eardrums are "buzzing" at the top of his heart, and the longer he passes, the more he is powerless.

Gradually, Wang Zimo calmed down and carefully analyzed the situation in front of him.

Time flies by a second.

The prince pondered for a long time, raised his head suddenly, took a deep breath, and gently bit the earth spirit pill in his mouth.

In an instant, the abundant yin and yang aura poured into the lungs from top to bottom, surging to the dantian, quickly moistening the dried blood.

As if the parched riverbed had been re-moistened, the prince silently and comfortably stretched out his hands, hugged them upward, and clapped his hands violently when his palms were at the same level as his ears.

"Smack!"

The abundant spiritual energy poured from the dantian to the Baihui acupoint, and layer by layer of vitality waves surged from the prince's silent eyebrows, and the invisible ripples were like lake water, holding his hair suspended and swaying in the air.

In an instant, Wang Zimo was once again like the reincarnation of a demon god!

That kind of invincible momentum made Jiang Chengzi chuckle in his heart, and he couldn't help but tremble.

This kind of momentum is familiar to him.

It is the momentum of the Xuanyao stick, to be exact, the momentum of the master!

Facing the imposing Wang Zimo, Jiang Chengzi didn't dare to look directly, and even had the urge to kneel down and worship at a certain moment, which was the respect for the strongest and the awe of the gods.

"One pill of Earth Spirit Pill, breaking through the two instruments is enough! I just don't know which star Mo'er comprehends first?"

Xue Jiaoniang's slightly locked eyebrows slowly stretched, relaxing and waiting for Wang Zimo to bring her new surprises.