Li Wumang and Yan Ruhua avoided the Meteorite City, and the mirage dragon was blocked by the ban of the Meteorite City, and the two immortals could not be captured in one fell swoop, so they had to entangle the Meteorite City with courage, according to this city, it was impossible to last long, and the mirage spirit was not anxious.

Who knew that Li Wumang was forced to rush out of the city and fight with the spirit. The spirit vision is very high, and he sees the double-flower fairy as nothing, but just drives the body of a yellow sand mirage dragon to fight like a child's play with Li Wumang. The Yellow Sand Mirage Dragon is not something that the Shuanghua Realm Heavenly Immortals can deal with, and the opponent is suppressed.

The mirage spirit was a little absent-minded, and was rushed into the sand pit by Li Wumang, and flew out of the Rotten Needle. He didn't know anything about the mirage spirit of the Decay Needle, and after Li Wumang was rescued by Yan Ruhua in Meteorite City, the Mirage Spirit found that a small wooden needle had already grown a strong root system, and it was piercing towards the source of the immortal qi transformed by flesh and blood.

The mirage spirit was completely shocked, and continued to condense the body of the yellow sand mirage, wanting to remove this wooden needle. It's like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and it can't shake it at all.

When the root system of this wooden needle covers a hundred miles, and the body is more than 300 zhang long. The mirage knew that this treasure was no longer able to compete with.

The root of the decay needle can grow so violently is still in the so-called fairy spring transformed by the flesh and blood of the mirage. These blood water contains the spirit qi of the ancient great goblin, which is ten million times stronger than the qi of the immortal spirit of the Nine Yuan Realm, and the decay needle was originally also an ancient demon, and the desire for the ancient essence is better than a qiē, completely relying on the instinct of the tree, after absorbing the essence to grow violently, the thick and complicated root system goes towards the source of the essence.

The closer it was to the source of the essence, the faster the Decay Needle grew, and the more rapidly the root system was rooted! The Mirage Spirit could not move the blood water, and could only watch as the roots of the Decay Needle frantically probed into the blood water, sucking out the blood water essence. In the end, even the skeleton was wrapped in a powerful root system, and it was dragged out of the ground with Li Wumang's actions.

Without the nourishment of blood and qi, the essence cannot be cultivated. That's it, losing the skeleton. The mirage dragon has no chance to cultivate the demon body.

Knowing that Li Wumang would not agree to return the skeleton, the mirage spirit still pleaded. was rejected by Li Wumang, which was also expected.

"In that case, can the immortals leave some essence and blood qi behind, so that the spirit of the deity can be nourished somewhat?" said the mirage spirit helplessly.

"I think the big demon has also seen the world, since he has been stripped of his skeleton and blood. At this time, the spirit is still chattering here, so you are not afraid of the suppression of this general?" Li Wumang sneered.

The mirage spirit replied, "This desert is an ancient battlefield, and there are not a few powerful remnants left. The deity has no blood nourishment, and it is inevitable that it will be swallowed up if it floats here. The tone was uneasy.

"The big demon is so entangled, obviously he doesn't believe that this seat can suppress you!" Li Wumang's face turned cold.

The ten-zhang mirage shook his head and said, "Although the deity can't help you, if you want to suppress the spirit of this seat, the immortals must not be able to do it." It's better to gamble with the two of them, if you can suppress the deity, everything will be over. Let your two immortals fall, otherwise how about the two immortals return to their own blood and skeleton?"

Yan Ruhua said: "How can this be reasonable, suppressing the big demon is naturally to let us fall, and I can't suppress my two immortals as soon as they leave, why do you want to return the blood and skeleton?"

Li Wumang said with a smile: "What this seat relies on is the double-headed phoenix Wen, the previous Jiuhao incarnation, and the mirage demon has also seen it. Since there is no fear. This gamble is not allowed. ”

"The deity knows that the two-headed phoenix is an ancient demon, and its breath is very fierce. There is no certainty of victory. It's just that I fell into such a situation, hoping to gamble on my luck. The mirage spirit said.

"Don't want to be in this seat, the mirage demon doesn't mention luck, once you lose your family for thousands of years, what luck can you talk about?" Li Wumang smiled slightly.

"Well, the immortals can suppress the deity and stop everything. If the deity is lucky to win, the immortal is willing to give some blood and energy, and if he does not want the deity, he will not force it. "The mirage spirit knows the danger of killing immortals in the desert, and it is inevitable that it will be doomed anyway, and it has some meaning of breaking the jar and breaking it.

Li Wumang said: "This seat is not allowed. But the big demon wanted to give it a try. Well, this seat can be fulfilled. After saying that, the word Zhenwen flew out.

The mirage spirit was stunned for a moment, relying on the immortal qi that protected the spirit, and made up its mind to keep the spirit out. I don't want Li Wumang to just float out of the text, and I don't drive it with all my might. This is tantamount to letting the mirage spirit conform to itself.

At this point, the Mirage Spirit had no way out, and he could get away with it, completely ignoring the Double-Flower Immortal's rogue invitation. But thinking of the danger of being devoured, one can only take a risk.

The mirage reached out and grabbed the inscription. It was as if he had been slapped with a stick, and his spirit suddenly trembled. Fortunately, the Linlang Realm has cultivated for tens of millions of years with the help of the ontological blood qi, and this spirit is ten thousand times stronger than the soul of the Lingtu, and it can barely hold the void body from collapsing.

After three breaths, the mirage spirit bounced the text away. "What do the immortals think?"

Li Wumang was also surprised to see that this spirit was so brave. "The great demon is worthy of its name, and I sincerely admire it. "Take back the urn, and turn away.

"Slow down. The immortals don't know that if this text is released by Jiu Hao, with a little demon power on the sticky belt, it will definitely be able to suppress the deity. However, the realm of the Shuanghua Immortal is weak, and the power of this treasure is less than one percent. Seeing that the other party was leaving, the mirage spirit hurriedly had nothing to say to drag Li Wumang.

"Zheng Wen still needs to bless the power of the Immortal Yuan?" Li Wumang didn't know anything about this, and couldn't help but be interested.

"It's nature. Ancient spells are full of flowers, and they are not passed on in this world. The mirage sighed.

"Isn't the big demon going to be the master of this seat?" Li Wumang smiled, and had a good impression of the mirage. However, with such a strong goblin, the immortals of the Shuanghua realm do not have such courage.

"Nope. Even if you want to come to the immortals, you can't trust the deity. Just to get some flesh. The mirage spirit said.

Li Wumang shook his head and said: "The last killing move of this seat is Zheng Wen, since I can't help it, I naturally don't dare to coexist with the big demon." As for the blood, he also didn't dare to give it to the big demon. ”

The corner of the mirage's eyes swept the rotten needle suspended in the air, and suddenly his eyes narrowed. "Misfortune is coming. This matter is the deity is kind to you, remind you in advance, this wooden needle absorbs the blood of the deity, I am afraid that it will betray the lord!"

Li Wumang's face changed, and his divine sense swept over the thousand-foot-high decay needle. Sure enough, if there is no blood mark, it has obviously faded most of it. Hurriedly pinched a little, and the thousand-foot-high giant tree shook slightly, and did not shrink. Obviously, the rotten needle is resisting the master.

This treasure has no soul, just an innate instinct, after absorbing the essence of the mirage, it suddenly restored the body to the ancient one, and the blood and essence in the giant tree continued to wash, almost erasing the blood and blood imprint of Li Wumang. (To be continued......)