Chapter 161 Joint

If the advantage of the black-robed man is to seize the right time and place, then Yang Huang's advantage naturally lies in the harmony. No matter how powerful the black-robed man is, he is just a glimpse of the peak of the Dharma realm, plus this large array. However, Yang Huang has a group of brothers. The lowest cultivation is also in the middle of the Dharma realm, and Yang Huang himself has reached the peak of the Dharma realm.

It's really hard to say who will win or lose when such a group of people fight each other. So before departure, several people have formulated strategies. That is to slow down and never force the man in black into a desperate situation. Otherwise, the black man will inevitably break out and hurt Yang Huang.

The friendship between them is deep, and no one wants to see who is injured because of it. That's why there is a scene just now, with constant provocation among several people, but they will never take a deep step into the pit. Instead, give the man in black enough time to react and let him use his own means.

Neither the army of skeletons nor the unknown existence that has just emerged from the soil now does not appear out of thin air. Behind them is Sun Hao, the spiritual power of the man in black.

The more things are summoned, the stronger they are, and the greater the spiritual power of the black-robed man will lose.

It goes on like this until the man in black is forced into a weak state, and then Yang Huang gives a fatal blow, which is perfect.

In front of him, Yang Huang finally moved, which means that the man in black must have entered a weak situation now. Summoning such a huge creature, the spiritual power that needs to be consumed is unimaginable. It is surprising enough that the man in black can summon it. It is absolutely impossible for him to say that he is not weak at all now.

"Don't worry, brother!" Fengxiang nodded heavily: "With us, you don't have to worry about here." With the awakening of the traces of the soul, Fengxiang was different from the arrogance revealed by several other people. He became more and more silent and restrained, and even made Yang Huang have an impenetrable feeling.

Yang Huang knew that Fengxiang was definitely a famous figure before his soul was put into the three-legged furnace. However, that's all about the last era, and Yang Huang's memory is naturally incomparable. Only when you go out and establish a new connection with Xuanying can you figure out who their group of people are and how they can be sealed into the three-legged furnace.

However, Yang Huang can't see through Fengxiang, but it doesn't mean that he has lost the trust of Di Fengxiang. The relationship between several people is not simple and casually erased. Moreover, their communication is sincere, not affected by Yang Huang's memory. Even if they leave here and the part of their souls affected by Yang Huang's memory is stripped, they will still not forget their relationship with Yang Huang.

On the contrary, it will become more pure because it is completely separated from the influence of Yang Huang's memory.

"It's up to you!" Yang Huang nodded and took a deep look at several people. A little bit under his feet, he jumped directly into the depth, and the opportunity was fleeting. The current black-robed man is absolutely weak. If Yang Huang does not make an immediate decision, he will give the black-robed man a good opportunity to recover.

As for the ground, Yang Huang is absolutely relieved to give it to Fengxiang. In the past, Yang Huang was worried because they had too little combat experience. Now, as their soul traces become deeper and deeper, the previous fighting instincts began to awaken, and Yang Huang rest assured of them.

If they are completely awakened, I'm afraid Yang Huang is not the opponent of any of them. As the black-robed man said, although it is impossible to determine the identity of these people, these people were absolutely close to God or have become gods in the last era. There is no doubt about the degree of strength.

From a distance, this deep pit is definitely not big. However, in terms of depth alone, it has exceeded Yang Huang's expectations. Now he has fallen more than ten feet, but he still doesn't feel the breath of the man in black. The hole under his feet is still continuing, as if it will never reach the end.

"Let me see what you are playing!" After a little thought, Yang Huang moved his body and attached himself to the walls on both sides. In his hand, a spiritual inflammation suddenly emerged, leaping with his fingertips, constantly beating like a naughty flame elf.

Seeing the spiritual flame at this point, a satisfied smile appeared on Yang Huang's face. Since he entered the world of cultivation, the skills he came into contact with, whether it was condensation or fighting to break the heart, were top spells. The natural power of releasing is infinite, which maximizes people's potential.

But one problem is also relatively exposed, that is, the lack of flexibility and communication skills. The spell seems to be dead, like a human move. Yang Huang knew that in fact, there was still a spiritual connotation in it. Just like an old boxer and a young man who has just entered the industry, they learn the same set of boxing skills, but they use them with completely different powers.

It is often heard that a person uses boxing to live. This movable word is not only flexible, but also spiritual. Spirituality is not a real creature, but it can establish a mysterious connection between you and boxing. I don't know how much higher the spell is than the boxing, and this spiritual effect is even greater.

But where spirituality comes from, Yang Huang didn't know before. But after this experience, he already has realized. Spirituality comes from subtle and ordinary places. And this is exactly what Yang Huang lacks in the real world. As soon as he takes over the cultivation, it is an overwhelming advanced spell, one bigger than the other. Although this advanced technique gave him an unfavorable future, it also made him lack the perception of other disciples step by step.

Many children of families got the best resources and the best skills, but after practicing, they were defeated by the ordinary disciples who practiced hard. Lack of experience is only one of the reasons, and another extremely important reason is the lack of spirituality in their spells.

If it has always been in reality, Yang Huang will not notice it. Xuanying may know it, but she will not care about it at all. When Yang Huang really made the decision to climb high, he would definitely find out, but it was too late at that time. It is impossible for him to seal his strength and practice again.

Now in this space of the three-legged furnace, Yang Huang has got this rare opportunity. This is why he only practices the low-level spells of the Burning Sky Cave Mansion, but does not take out the unique skills of condensation, heartbreaking, and the body of the golden devil. In this space of the three-legged furnace, Yang Huang is equivalent to recondensing what he has learned. When he goes out and uses the previous spells, his power will probably be improved by at least three levels, which will have a very far-reaching impact on him in the future.

However, the little flame burst into the air and pulled out a faint flame tail in the air. This flame kept sinking along the channel for two or three minutes, but only a cold hum was heard, and the next moment the flame was suddenly extinguished.

"Good!" Although Yang Huang was surprised that the deep pit was 50 feet deep, when he heard the voice of the black-robed man, he couldn't hide his joy and fell directly to the source of the sound.

"Yang Huang, do you really want to fight with me? Don't you really think about my proposal? You should know that your cooperation is enough to create a better future. Even becoming a god is not a dream. Why are you obsessed with the fight in front of you and give up the future to others? The voice of the man in black came from the ground, with infinite **.

With his voice, illusions appeared in front of Yang Huang. In some illusions, Yang Huang embraces the left and right to enjoy the endless blessings of the people. In some illusions, Yang Huang is high above, holding a golden and jade seal in his hand, which determines the life and death of hundreds of millions of creatures. In the fantasy, Yang Huang touched the golden throne with his hands, representing the highest glory of the gods...

The man in black seems to be making the last effort, but in fact he has already taken action against Yang Huang. And as soon as he takes action, it is his best fantasy. These illusions are stacked, representing a person's seven emotions and six desires. Only one accidentally falls into it, and the illusions are wrapped one after another, pulling you into the abyss of the fantasy and sinking forever.

However, in the face of such a situation, Yang Huang just snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "If this is your method, I advise you to put it away earlier. Any false moves between you and me are useless. Now you'd better show up and have a real fight with me!"

While talking, Yang Huang's speed increased again, and his eyes lit up the next moment. Unexpectedly, it has appeared in a huge space of two or three mu of land.

This space is empty, and only in the middle, there is an ancient cannon. Cast in bronze, the ancient gun body is engraved with ancient and tedious patterns, and a purple projectile about the size of an egg is brewing in the dark muzzle.

At this time, the projectile flashed with a faint light, and the purple energy channels like plant rhizomes in the tail of the ancient cannon were constantly condensing energy into the projectile.

The man in black has regained his true size, and the black fog around his body is already very thin. It seems that Yang Huang is right that the man in black has indeed entered a period of weakness.

"What!" Seeing Yang Huang's eyes, the man in black sneered and said, "Are you thinking that I have entered a period of weakness, which is the best time to kill me, how much?"

Yang Huang didn't say anything. In fact, he no longer wanted to communicate with the people in black. It's not that the black-robed man's thoughts will pollute the mind, but the black-robed man is like a neurotic patient. Ordinary people have no other feelings except that they want to laugh. Talk to him and say that it's all nonsense in the end.

"It's useless for you to kill me!" Seeing Yang Huang approaching step by step, the voice of the man in black became more and more sharp: "The formation has been working, and there is no way to stop without me. Kill me, and you will definitely die!"