58 life and death

Everything can't compete with it. Heaven and earth are awe-inspiring and respected by all spirits.

At this moment, if you look up at the starry sky, you will find that the stars have lost their original light.

Countless silver light flowed to the jade flute.

The high priest doesn't want him to gather the aura of heaven and earth, which is not good for him. He drove the black soul on his body to stop him, and all the black souls flew out of his body and rolled in and attacked Fusheng and his demon flute. The black soul is the thing from the underworld to the yin to the poison. When it meets the floating righteousness and spiritual power, it is just to overcome each other.

The floating life is haunted by the black soul and can't get out of it. The magic flute stopped absorbing spiritual power and is still suspended in the air. Although many black souls have also been scattered by floating creatures, this is not an ordinary soul that is not so easy to deal with. Not only that, they also absorb the spiritual power of the high priest, which is a hundred times more powerful than ordinary black souls.

Yan Jun, who stands on the ground, has been paying attention to their battles. When he saw that Fusheng was entangled by the black soul, he turned around and said to Qin Feng:

"I'll leave it to you here." Qin Feng nodded, and Xiaowei's eyes had never left Fusheng until this sentence was said that he looked back at him. Yan Jun nodded to Xiaowei to reassure her. Xiaowei also nodded to him, which meant to be more careful.

Flying up, hanging in the air and standing side by side with the floating life. His hands made a complex and simple knot in front of him, and an ancient ghost totem stood behind him and injected red spiritual power into it. The totem injected with spiritual power is just like alive, devouring all souls like the monster's big mouth.

"Can you also know ancient secrets?" Obviously, the high priest said in an appreciative tone.

The evil smile on Yan Jun's face is more evil. "Far-Ancient-Royal-Soul-Skill! I'll give it to you." Suddenly, the souls were strongly attracted and saw that they were going to be sucked into the totem. But how can their enemy high priest be willing to bow to others? There is his spiritual power in the black soul. He suddenly pulls them back to be sucked in. After a distance from Yan Jun's secret art, he feels relieved and controls them with invisible spiritual silk. The ropes woven with spiritual power can't be seen and can't be touched, but it can control the spiritual objects from the outside shadow. Ring.

"Ha, although it is an ancient secret art, it is only so controlled by your spiritual power. Young man, you are still too young." The high priest's tone showed contempt, which made Yan Jun unbearable.

"Then let you see what the real ancient soul art is." The spiritual power that was still dark red just now has been replaced by blood-like spiritual power, and the simple totem is more dazzling than before.

"You? How can there be such a spiritual power? The high priest's tone was a little uncertain and stunned.

"I will give you the spiritual power of the ancient Pluto." A vigorous injection came out of the mountain and sea. The high priest's clenched hand was strangled by several blood stains by spiritual power. Still refused to put down a black soul. The black soul pulled back and forth between the two of them. It was difficult to maintain and wanted to escape immediately. In this way, the stalemate passed by minute and one second.

At this time, Fusheng also absorbed enough spiritual power without the trouble of the high priest. Seeing the competition between them, he raised his eyebrows and wanted to help him. A spiritual power shot from the flute went straight to the hand of the high priest who controlled the black soul. The high priest suddenly felt the evil wind and saw that the spiritual power was approaching, so he had to let go of the spiritual power in his hand to avoid the blow.

The black soul who lost the power control took a breath and was sucked in by Yan Jun's secret skill. The high priest, who had just dodged the blow, stared at him with fierce eyes. If his eyes could kill people, then Yan Jun would die many times. "Don't be happy too early. Black soul, explode!" The black souls that were about to fly to Yan Jun exploded one after another, not far from him. Although it is not very powerful, it can't stand it. Each of them exploded loudly and shook the mountain.

Fusheng is not far from Yan Jun, but he is not in a hurry to remedy this sudden accident. Yan Jun can't see him in the center of the explosion. How is he now? Everyone sweated for him, especially when Xiao Wei saw him, it was not because love was just the heartache between friends.

Floating life waved its spiritual power to the place where it exploded and wanted to use the spiritual wave generated to shake away the self-exploding black soul. However, the resentment caused by the self-explosion of the soul, which is still useless, can not be driven away by ordinary spiritual power. When he condenses spiritual power again, it is too late to complete the self-detonation of all souls. Yan Jun in the center of the explosion revealed that the virtual shadow of a dark red bullhead protected him tightly. Even so, he was still injured, and his face turned pale and looked a little trance.

"The guardian of the ancient Pluto? It's good that even this can survive. The high priest saw that although Yan Jun was a little annoyed, he also lacked the resistance of an enemy, which was not bad. Contrary to him, after everyone saw that he was unimpeded, they breathed a long sigh of relief and their nervous hearts were relieved.

After a while, the virtual shadow on Yan Jun's body faded, and he could no longer support falling from the air like a fallen leaf floating in the wind. Xiao Weiyi paid close attention to him and saw him fall. He pinched a silver light to protect his whereabouts. Yan Jun held him slowly down. Yan Jun felt that the warmth under his body was as soft as a feather. The Danfeng eyes were slowly closed. The last thing he saw was that Xiao Wei ran over anxiously, and his face had been sleeping with a bright smile.

Just now, Yan Jun helped Fusheng solve the pestering black soul, and the disappearance of the black soul could no longer interfere with the divine power of Fusheng. The high priest also revealed himself because of the disappeared black soul, but he still couldn't see it with a mask. I only see that this person is burly, and his waist is straight and he is not old-fashioned at all. Even at that station, he has an irresistible majesty. This momentum is not formed naturally, but a domineering and prestige that has been in many years of war. It can only be said that this person is no less than a floating life, and he still has a sense of transcendence.

"Young man, I'll ask you again. Don't give that girl to me. Doesn't she have such a deep affection for you to sacrifice so much for her? The high priest's tone was not as gentle as the previous provocation, but a little persuasion.

Fu Sheng didn't answer and just looked at him. He didn't understand why such a figure wanted to rob a little girl so despicably. Does he have an unspeakable purpose? What's the secret about that girl? Whatever it is, the high priest will not let him succeed so easily when he meets them today. If you have made up your mind, you will spare no effort to stop it.

The colorful light of glazed lingered around him, and the jade flute in his hand was transmitted from a continuous source of power. Make his bright eyes more brilliant and outstanding. Without saying much, he attacked the high priest with a sudden attack. The high priest did not dare to underestimate the so-and-gossip that a Taiji gossip totem appeared in front of him.

Fusheng was stunned to see that Taiji Tu's pure light art was actually used on this evil crooked way. It's really humiliating the purity of the art. But I always feel that what he uses is different from the cultivation of people in the right path. Although it is all a skill, the Taiji picture he produces is a little impure and is shrouded in black gas, but outsiders can't see that it is difficult to escape. It's just a picture of a cat and a tiger.

At this time, the floating divine power has rushed to the Taiji map and instantly turned into a virtual one. But no one found that only a trace of glazed colorful spiritual power passed through the Taiji totem into his chest.

"Well." A mouthful of blood was sprayed out, and after the extreme light of Taiji, it quickly faded and finally completely disappeared in front of everyone. The high priest understood that the overwhelming blow just now was just a cover for the last trace of spiritual power to hide the murder. He concealed his injury and laughed at the floating life:

"Although you are a righteous person, you don't play such insidious moves, which is worse than you. How can you have the face to talk about old age here?"

"In spite of this, you are innocent, and I only subdue you for the sake of the world to get rid of such a scourge." The floating sword raised his eyebrows, and the great righteousness talked awe-inspiringly.

"Yo-you, it's so righteous. It's wonderful to say, but I don't know if you have the strength to move old-fashioned. The high priest did not mean to rush to do it again, and Fu Sheng also knew that the old fox must be delaying the time to condense his spiritual power. Don't talk nonsense with him. The sound of flying into the sky echoes in the air:

"The magic sound is surging like the tide. The mysterious temple of heaven and earth, everything returns. Nine days of drought and thunder, for my use. Slict it!"

"Drought and thunderstorm?" The demon standing in the clouds was stunned when he heard the floating life's words. He is so solemn that he can shake the world like this. It is not easy to see that his future enemies will change.

On a sunny day, the thunder of the starry sky suddenly shook the sky, and the dazzling light of the dark night was as dazzling as the day, and the light and shadow were extremely dark. His god's true face shocked the world in the sky. A dry thunder god power was introduced into the demon flute to split the high priest as a medium.

The high priest was shocked for a moment when he saw his divine power, but he did not dare to neglect it. The hand raised the boundary and released the spiritual power of all things to weave a barrier that allowed him to hide. At this time, the thunder had already arrived and hit his boundary. The whole boundary was trembling and wrapped in it. He stabilized his mind and continued to remedy it. Another extreme thunder broke through the sky and came more turbulent than the one just now. "Boom... click!"

The upper part of the boundary could not maintain a big opening. The high priest was shocked and wanted to remedy it, but it was too late. The third drought thunder fell from the sky with the momentum of destruction. It seems that this high priest is going to be buried here. There was no accidental thunderbolt on the high priest, and everyone was relieved when he fell down. Especially Xiaowei, she is so worried about Fusheng, but now it's finally over and she can be relieved.

"Master, let's act quickly when it's over. It's too late." The rhinoceros canal standing in the clouds also reminded his master.

The devil ignored it and still looked at the high priest lying on the ground with a brilliant light in his eyes. This person is not simple." That's all I said.

After a while, he floated back to Xiaowei and others. After the drought thunder technique just now, he consumed most of his magic power, and his physical strength had already been overdrawn. However, he was relieved that the enemy was destroyed by him. Tell others to stand still and don't act rashly. You should go forward to check the situation and see the man's true face by the way.

When he was about to get closer to less than three steps, the person lying on the ground suddenly stood up and was shocked. He didn't think well, but it was too late. They were too close and he had just consumed too much spiritual power and could no longer fight. The high priest quickly made complicated knots and spells in his hands. Like ancient chanting, many ancient secret spells appeared in the sky and wrapped around the floating body one by one. They attacked the consciousness in his mind one after another.

Floating headaches are about to crack. It's only a matter of time for the strong crossbow to be controlled. Xiao Wei and others looked at the people trapped by the spell in the distance. I want to save him, but I can't get close to him by the boundary.

"Ah!" He roared in pain, and his eyes were full of silence and despair. He is not afraid of death. He has lived for a long time and has nothing to do, but he is not alone now. He still has Xiaowei. He lives not for himself but for them.

Xiaowei was in tears. She would rather bear the pain of all this on her behalf than be so incompetent that she could only shed tears. What does it mean to hurt him? It hurts her heart.

Gradually, the spiritual power of floating creatures could no longer be supported. He turned around and looked at Xiaowei happily, and there was no power to return to heaven. The light in his eyes loomed like a candle burning in the wind.

"No! Floating life, no, no, if you die. I'll go with you." Xiaowei has never said such decisive words to others. Even if he can't coexist, he has to die with you and never live meticulously. Life and death are the same!

The next second, Xiaowei's spiritual power in his hand will cut off the demon spirit and follow him. Qin Feng and others saw that if they wanted to stop it, they could not solve the near fire. At a moment, a cold hand held her jade hand to stop her impulsive behavior.

"Let go of me." Xiao Wei roared.

"Don't forget that there is me. I won't let him die." Yan Jun, who was in a coma just now, reappeared beside her, wiping the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and a beautiful smile floated on his face, with determination and determination.