Ning Qiwei saw that his heart was glowing, getting brighter and brighter, the only thing he could do and had been doing was to concentrate all his mana in the Zhongdantian Jiang Palace, resisting that powerful and incomparable force, it burrowed into his chest like a poisonous snake, and his sharp teeth were already bitten on his heart, only to inject venom.

Feng Ruhao's gaze penetrated the body in front of her, treating it as a pure shelter, she wanted to protect Si Mingding, that was her beloved thing, her beloved person.

After all, Si Mingding was just a magic weapon, and she needed to cast a spell to keep the divine soul that was struggling to escape. It and she both need a soul, it is their bridge of communication, but now there is the heart of a former beloved in between.

The stalemate will soon be over.

The only person on the top of the mountain who stayed out of the matter was Lan Bingcurling, looking at the light on Grandmaster Pangshan's chest, she had a premonition that something was about to happen, which had nothing to do with her identity as a Yin Yin Daoist, it was completely instinctive vigilance. She turned and flew back to the carriage, immediately casting a fish formation.

The formation had already been arranged, and thousands of loose cultivators were in place in the rain, silently slandering the ruthlessness and brutality of killing the mage king, but the moment the formation began to operate, these thoughts all disappeared, and they were willing to become a tiny part to form a powerful whole.

A huge figure taller than the mountain peak appeared in the night rain, stretching out two hands to block Lan Bing's body.

Lan Bingcurling's eyes looked around, looking for Zuo Liuying's figure, the little bastard should have appeared, this is the moment that decides the outcome of the victory, he can ignore the life and death of the grandmaster, but he can't help but care about the whereabouts of the spirit.

But the first seat of the Forbidden Secret Department of Pang Mountain is still mysterious, Lan Bing can see the battle situation on the side of Chaojing Mountain, and the few attackers have retreated, this is an inevitable result, with only a few Pang Mountain inhaling disciples and dozens of Daoists of the Lantern Candle Sect, it is impossible to defeat Chaojing Mountain. The strange thing is that those Pangshan Five Elements Taoist priests - they were only watching at first, and after Si Mingding's clear smoke arrived, they were charged again. Joined the camp of Chaojingshan, and when the Pangshan camp was defeated and retreated, they gave up the pursuit and retreated with their fellow men.

This can only mean one thing, Si Mingding's control over them is rapidly weakening, and Feng Ruhui is concentrating all his strength against Ning Qiwei.

"Is there a better time than this?" Lan Bing Curling muttered to himself, more urgent than everyone else, "Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying, where are you hiding, why haven't you shown up yet?"

Si Mingding was finally completely overwhelmed.

Souls and spirits are invisible objects that can only be felt through spells and with the help of magic weapons. Mu Xingqiu felt it. Something was approaching the Frost Soul Sword, slowly but unwaveringly, and at the same time, his pressure was greatly reduced, and Si Mingding seemed to ...... There is no power to compete with him for the soul.

The bald man was on Ning Qiwei's back, shouting in his mouth, hoping to provide a little insignificant help to the grandmaster.

The black whip struck, entangled the bald man and threw it into the air, and the force of the throw was extremely powerful. The skull vanished instantly, and it took a moment for a shrill cry to reach the ground.

Mu Xingqiu could only do this, although he summoned the divine soul, Kening Qiwei obviously couldn't support it. Just by seeing the posture of the opposite Lan Curling as if facing the enemy, you know how much destruction this blow of the wind will bring.

He continued to cast spells to attract spirits, and as for what would happen in the next moment, he didn't care at all. The bald man will live, and Pang Shan will take care of him for the rest of his life.

With a smile from the wind, Ning Qiwei's body melted. The light from his heart suddenly turned into a dazzling white fire, which tore through his body and was engulfing him whole, bringing pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, even the Grandmaster couldn't bear it, but he didn't open his mouth to scream, just made a muffled sound from his throat.

Feng Ruhui still had a smile on her face, indifferent to Ning Qiwei's destruction, her arms grew violently, passed through the body melted by the flames, and grabbed the divine soul that was on the way back to the sword, it was a treasure she had worked so hard to find, with her spell mark on it, as long as it had not fully fused with Fang Fang's soul, her connection with Si Ming Ding had not been broken, and she could master it again.

Bang! Ning Qiwei's whole person had been burned out, the flames exploded, swallowing the entire mountain in an instant, burning up a qiē plant, and then disappearing, the shield that had been sheltering from the wind and rain also disappeared, and the rain fell to the ground.

The two giant hands that stood in front of Lan Curling were ignited, and the flames climbed up the giant's body along his arms, but it finally blocked most of the flames, and Lan Bingling only needed a few spells to protect himself and the entire carriage.

The giant screamed behind her, the fish dragon formation collapsed, and she paid a heavy price for protecting the Dharma King, I don't know how many scattered cultivators died from this blow, but she didn't even look back, staring at Si Mingding, and muttered Zuo Liuying's name in her mouth again.

Feng Ruhui grabbed the soul and added a layer of soul protection power to herself, blocking the flames, but then she froze there, not immediately sending the soul back to the ding.

The young demon also grabbed the divine soul, one step ahead of Feng Ruhui, and his two small hands clenched a piece of void tightly, and Feng Ruhui was actually grabbing its fist.

Mu Xingqiu did not die, he was also preserved by a layer of soul protection power, this power came from the Frost Soul Sword, but it was not inspired by him, but the young demon.

Ning Qiwei turned to ashes, and the pale yellow Neidan fell to the ground, unheeded.

There was no more separation between the wind and the young devil, and she was able to take a closer look at its appearance for the first time, its dark blue skin was a little dirty, and its thin and ugly face looked like the reincarnation of a starving ghost, but its strength was not small.

"It's real. Feng Ruhan smiled, she had no heart, naturally she would no longer think about the negative person in the past, she only cared about Si Mingding and the soul, "What can it be for?"

She gradually increased in strength, and the young demon's heart glowed. Mu Xingqiu couldn't help it, he had to continue to urge Fangfang's soul to regain the soul that was close at hand.

"Ha, you guys are fighting around, Zuo Liuying is the only winner. Lan Bing said loudly, she waited impatiently, "What a trick to kill people with a knife, Zuo Liuying! You won, Ning Qiwei was killed, and the next grandmaster of Pang Shan will be you, what are you waiting for? Of course, you don't care about an inhaling Taoist, but you don't care about the divine soul? And the real illusion, haven't you been studying this thing? Are you scared? Come out!"

Zuo Liuying was still hidden, but nearly a thousand pairs of cold eyes appeared in the air around the mountain peak, this was not Lian Haishan's loose cultivation, but the Daoist priests of Chaojing Mountain who had just repelled the attackers, they were floating in the air, staring at Feng Ruhui and the young demons who were fighting for their souls.

Lan Bing kept her mouth shut, these Taoist priests had been controlled by Si Ming Ding, alarming them would bring big trouble, and she no longer had the fish dragon array to protect herself.

A red light shot down from the air, hitting the wind like a blur.

Lan Bing raised his hand, and a jade bracelet flew into the sky, dispersing the red light, and after a while, bringing back a head.

The enlarged jade bracelet wrapped around the bald man's forehead, preventing him from casting spells or escaping.

"Let go of me......! An old and ugly woman. "The bald man can't break free, only his mouth can move.

"Stupid, I saved your life. Lan Bing Curling waved his hand, and the jade bracelet flew into the carriage with his head, "Let Zuo Liuying handle the endgame, and no one else will participate." ”

No one participated, the bald man shouted for a while, his mouth was blocked by a towel, and the Taoist priests of Ranjing Mountain just floated in the air and watched, layer after layer, like a crown worn on the mountain peak.

Mu Xingqiu was exhausted, his potential was not endless after all, he felt that his body had been hollowed out, only an empty shelf remained, he was as puzzled as Lan Bing, Pangshan Sect Master Ning Qiwei sacrificed his life to gain a little precious time, what was Zuo Liuying doing? This was his plan, but he refused to show up for a long time.

If he hadn't experienced many things, Mu Xingqiu would have had the same suspicions as Lan Bingqiu, but he still firmly believed that things wouldn't end like this.

There was another small group of Taoist priests flying in, and the Taoist priests of Chaojing Mountain stopped together, they had just fought a battle, but now they were defenseless against each other, and the spirits were in the process of fighting.

Yang Qingyin was about to rush up to help, but was stopped by her mother, who was a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, who had already gotten rid of Si Mingding's control, "Don't go over, you can't help." ”

"But...... He is about to lose his bearings, and if he doesn't help, the one who wins will be like a cloud. Yang Qingyin knew that her mana was too weak on such an occasion, but she couldn't stand by indifferently.

"Feng Ruyan doesn't want her soul to be damaged, so she will be so careful, anyone who intervenes may make her desperate and wait for Zuo Liuying to come. ”

Yang Qingyin had nothing to do, she thought that her mother, who didn't care about her, actually recognized her at the last moment, so as to get rid of Si Mingding's control and retreat from Chaojing Mountain with the attackers.

"Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying......" Yang Qingyin whispered the name of the first seat, and glanced at Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao, no one knew where Zuo Liuying was hiding at this moment.

Mu Xingqiu didn't notice that there were thousands of more Taoist priests around the mountain peak, his hands were still holding the hilt of the sword, and he knelt on the ground on one leg with a thud, his strength was exhausted, and he could no longer cast any spells.

Without the illusion urging, Fangfang's soul returned to the Frost Soul Sword.

The power of the young demon also disappeared at the same moment, and the light in his chest turned into flames, which was relatively small in scale, but only engulfed it and did not expand outward.

Feng Ruhui clung to the burning void, knowing that the divine soul was in his hands.

She won, she wants to kill all the rebels, anyway, this is the source of Si Mingding's power, she wants to wash away the spell mark on the frost soul sword, and send all the souls inside into Si Mingding.

A qiē is all in her hands.

Mu Xingqiu raised his head, and finally saw a familiar figure-Zuo Liuying appeared at the most inopportune time, with a dense cloud overhead.

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