Chapter 315: Return to the Dead

At the critical moment of Song Si, the blazing white cold sun finally arrived!

"Leave it to me!" Mu Weiming thought to him.

When Song Si heard this, he immediately urged Jian Yuan with all his strength and retreated!

Void Lotus!

Chilling Demons!

Mu Weiming's mana was agitated, and he was lucky enough to move left and right, but all the black flame raindrops that shot out were frozen by the frost, and the three mutated avatars who were about to explode were also imprisoned in the void by the cyan sword lotus that suddenly appeared under his feet.

The three mutant avatars struggled to no avail, especially after they had already activated their self-detonation.

Without waiting for Le Wuyi to make adjustments, Mu Weiming's face showed ruthlessness, and as soon as Jian Yuan mentioned it, the Void Qinglian burst out with a stronger Qinglian sword intent, directly penetrating the body protection qi shield of the mutant incarnation and piercing into the key.

Boom three times!

The mutated incarnation of the late stage of the three tribulations exploded into the void, and the terrifying power swept in all directions, Mu Weiming held the lamp with both hands, and the white light on the purple jade lamp skyrocketed, and the extreme cold came, and the freezing gas became a wall, but when he saw that the void instantly condensed an ice wall more than ten zhang thick and six zhang high.

Rumble!

Shocked again and again, the heavens and the earth were chaotic, because the three mutant avatars suddenly exploded, so that the neighboring mutant avatars suffered a lot of damage, and even one of the avatars could not maintain the balance in the body, and exploded on the spot!

Le Wuyi, who was at the top of the thunder net, changed color in his eyes, whether it was black fireworks or black water droplets, his attack on Song Si had a certain restraint effect, and the cloud body incarnation was more able to perceive the elusive heart sword, which made Song Si's strength weak.

But this Mu Weiming, the black fireworks and black water droplets that can get close to him are almost frozen into ice sculptures in an instant, falling into the void, and if the cloud body incarnation completely condensed by black water and clouds is close to Mu Weiming, the ending can be known without thinking about it.

What he didn't expect the most was that because of the nearby self-explosion of the three cloud body incarnations, the five shadow bodies that made him sit on the thunder net were annihilated, causing the big array to be missing. Whether or not Song Si can be killed here has become a big question.

"The victory and defeat are beginning to reverse!" Ruoxi He'er, who was watching the battle from a distance, released his majestic momentum, and a command flag under the tree, "Our store is sitting in the bank, the bets are saturated, and now we can only continue to bet on the winner of the Exotic Lord!"

", despicable! Now that Mu Weiming has joined forces with Song Si, why don't you let us bet on Song Si to win?!" A tall and thin monk with sharp eyebrows and sharp noses said dissatisfiedly.

"Just because this is the main palace... Son sits on the bank!"

Ruoxi He'er pressed the gambling table with one hand, and the light in his hand flashed, and it was a fairy sword with all kinds of rare and hard-to-find spirit jewels and jade inlaid on the hilt of the scabbard.

The fairy sword is not out of its sheath, and the spiritual pressure has already made many monks daunted. In particular, the sharp-nosed monk who stepped forward to express his dissatisfaction directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and disappeared after being shocked out by the invisible energy.

However, due to the gambling funds in the Fubi domain on the gambling table, coupled with the fairy sword, it inevitably attracted the covetousness of many people, but because no one knew Ruoxi He'er's strength, no one dared to come forward to test it for the time being.

"This way is no different from betting!"

A monk hidden in a black cloak approached and threw out a bag. Straight down to the table.

The face hidden in the darkness showed a grim smile.

There is a faint wisp of true demonic energy on the storage bag!

"Presumptuous!"

Hua Moxiao, who shot this time, didn't see how she moved, but with a wave of her sleeves, she dispersed the true demonic energy on the Qiankun bag. Then Ling Xuan slapped his palm, but saw a clear light flash, and the monk hidden in the black cloak was knocked away on the spot, and blood splattered a hundred feet. After falling to the ground, there is no life.

Seeing this, several obscene monks hurriedly stepped forward and scraped away all the robes and storage bags of this person. Towards Ruoxi He'er and Hua Moxiao, they arched their hands, and then disappeared into the crowd.

"It's a skillful technique. ”

"It's the scavengers, those monks who don't want to die!"

Someone checked it, and the Demon Dao cultivator who was knocked away by Hua Moxiao just now had already been killed by them by unknown methods when several scavengers were cleaning up their equipment.

Pity that demonic cultivator is really a figure in the early stage of the tribulation, but he has to be clever to die.

In the battlefield, Mu Weiming, who was only slightly injured, took the initiative to kill the remaining mutant incarnations without waiting for Song Si to return to the battlefield.

In an instant, the black rain turned into ice, the black flame turned into iron, and the two mutated avatars who wanted to block Mu Weiming were frozen into two ice sculptures when they first made the handover with the cold light of the purple jade lantern, and they fell into the void without the ability to resist.

"Chapter 6, Return to the Dead!"

Seeing the madness of Mu Weiming's killing, and the mutant incarnation regressing step by step, Le Wuyi began to play the final chapter of "Azure Cloud Shadow Song", preparing for a victory!

The performance of the final chapter "Returning to the Dead" is extremely demanding, and the music is nothing different from not being able to complete the cultivation so far, but the thunder net array was broken, forcing him to play the final chapter, otherwise under the joint attack of Mu Weiming and Song Si, he will be unpredictable.

Therefore, at the beginning of the blowing, blood spilled from the corners of Le Wuyi's mouth, and the entire black scene turned into a blood-stained blue shadow in an instant!

At this moment, the remaining five mutant incarnations underwent an astonishing change again, they changed from black to blue, and finally transformed into the green underworld ghost, killing Mu Weiming with no relent.

Chilling Demons!

The five incarnations of the Blue Netherworld attacked at the same time, Mu Weiming didn't dare to slack off, his hands pressed on the purple jade pole, and the extremely cold lamp element was urged, and suddenly emitted a dazzling cold light.

A trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the Blue Netherworld, and one of the mana exploded, rushing straight into the cold light, and exploded on its own, and the Netherworld Qi rushed into the Eight Desolations.

Mu Weiming bore the brunt of it, Rao was that he had cultivated the "Cold Lantern Technique", and he was tempered by the extreme cold and freezing intent of the Northern Cold Region, but the moment he came into contact with the color of the Netherworld, he felt the cold.

The cold experienced by the spirits.

"Toot!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Mu Weiming withdrew and retreated, and the remaining four Qing Nether Bodies chased after him quickly, raising their hands in a chain, cooperating with each other, and attacking fiercely.

Mu Weiming, who was unstable, had to fight quickly with these four Blue Netherworlds, and if this dragged on like this, I was afraid that he would be severely injured or even fall.

At this moment, Song Si returned to the battlefield again, and for some reason, a strange blood color appeared in his eyes.

The aura of his body skyrocketed, and the extreme void sword intent revealed a terrifying power that destroyed the world and destroyed the earth.

"What's going on?" asked the monk gathered around the table in a loud voice, uncertain.

"No! No, the way is no longer betting! Give it back quickly!" a monk roared.

"I'm not betting anymore!" someone followed.

Ruoxi He'er had already seen too much of such a person, and before he saw how his fairy sword came out of the sheath and into the sheath, the roaring monk had not taken a few steps before he fell backwards.

The monk who wanted to follow up was stunned, looked down to see how he was doing, and then fell to the ground.

When the rest of the monks saw this, they stayed where they were, not daring to act, for fear that they would end up in the same way.

In the crowd, several members of the brick team were present, and they looked at a storage bag piled up in Zhule, and their hearts were extremely bitter, it was their belongings that they had worked hard for hundreds of years!

But they didn't know how strong the young man who sat in the village was, they didn't dare to do it, so they turned to the captain Jiufu for help, Jiufu didn't speak, and asked Wan Gu Yan, Wan Gu Yan just smiled and didn't speak.

In desperation, their hatred for the eternal dwarf increased a little more.

The battlefield in the sky became more and more intense, whether it was the Blood Sword Legion or the Blood Zheng Legion, the two soldiers and horses were stunned, they never thought that the strength of these two would be so rebellious.

Now, whether it is Le Wuyi, Song Si, or Mu Weiming, they are all injured, but the level of battle has increased by a few percent.

Within a radius of 30,000 miles, there is no place to find a good place.

Frost and broken ice, black water flame pools, deep valley sword gullies, thunder falls, all kinds of wonders, everything, and countless spatial cracks in the sky, adding countless crises to this battlefield invisibly.

There are also Mahayana masters of the Blood Zheng Legion who want to intervene in the battlefield, whether it is blocking Song Si or intercepting Mu Weiming, they can buy time for Le Wuyi and reduce pressure.

But before he could enter the battlefield for thousands of miles, he was subjected to the indiscriminate attack of the aftermath of the fierce battle between the three of them, and when he retreated, he was scratched by the spatial crack again, and almost lost his hands, and finally he had to temporarily retreat.

On the Blood Sword Legion, Nangong Yifeng held the talisman pen in his hand, staring at the figure of the melee on the battlefield, motionless.

On the other side, in a slightly remote place, Tang Ranhong and Hexujun appeared in the void, looking at the battlefield with interest.

"You say, is Song Si a sure winner?" asked Tang Ranhong.

He Xu Jun nodded: "Le is about to fail, it is rumored that the last chapter of his "Azure Cloud Shadow Song" has not been practiced for hundreds of years, and now he uses it rashly, and the damage to himself is immeasurable." As long as Song Si can delay for a certain amount of time, Le is no different from Song Si without making a move, and he will be cut off from the front of the battle!"

"Fine, what if I want to let Song Si fail?"

"Girl, don't be impulsive! Song Si's terrible is not what he shows today, if we make a feud with him, it will subvert the whole world!"

"Why not, even if the entire Dark Luan Star collapses, it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Girl, don't be impulsive!"

"Huh?"

Tang Ranhong was surprised, looked at the gambling table opened by Ruoxi He'er, and happened to see Jing Jie, the young master of the Xingluo Palace, who was throwing copper coins, returning leisurely, with these five or six top-grade Qiankun bags on his waist, and a few flickering Qiankun rings in his hands, like an upstart.

As for the Demon Qin Leng Baixuan and the Purple Demon Yun Luomu, none of them came back, and some monks had sharp eyes and found that the two Qiankun bags on Jing Jie's waist were used by Leng Baixuan and Yun Luomu.

The eyes of everyone looking at Jing Jue suddenly became a little chaotic and a little frightened. (To be continued......)