Chapter 261 Don't be someone else's wedding dress

"Come in quickly, I will control the undead and let the dark son fight again. I will never let him devour your consciousness. Come on, otherwise, once the God of War regains strength, we will definitely not escape death..." Mian Xilong threw out a bundle of thin silk and flew towards the Wang Wu Sword, and the sixteen undead spirits drifted to each in an instant like ghost. On the seat, his hands were folded, his fingers were changed alternately, and there was a low singing sound in his mouth. It seemed that he was ready to promote the birth of a dark son.

Before Wang Wujian could react, the bundle of dark red dragon silk had wrapped around his body, as if he were a conscious hand pulling him towards the sky on the seven-star platform.

"Miso..."

A sound of broken strings sounded, "unparalleled" rotated along the back of Wang Wujian's hand, and took the opportunity to cut off dozens of cords of dragon wires. Although it happened to fall on the seven-star altar, it broke free from the shackles of the sleeping dragon.

"It's worthy of being a magic soldier. He can cut off so many dragon wires as easily as a hair break!" Wang Wujian glanced at the "unparalleled" gratefully and praised secretly.

Sixteen undead suddenly opened thirty-two deep eyes, and a sharp dark light suddenly bloomed in the empty and bright eyes, as fierce as a fierce ghost in the night, which made people shudder.

"Don't worry, I will never put your life in danger!" Mian Xilong stood on the high platform of the six prisms, looking at everything on the ground. Six beams of nearly transparent beams shot out of the six edges, straight to the sky, completely separating the Mianxi dragon in the pillar from the outside world, forming a perfect protective barrier.

"You bedbug, it's not you who dare to die!" In anger, Wang Wujian roared at him fiercely. The importance of right and wrong is obvious. Once the son of darkness regains his combat effectiveness, he is bound to be controlled again, and this time it is cast by sixteen unconscious undeads. With a little carelessness, there may be an accident for hundreds of years, resulting in a complete dark son puppet.

"For your life and everything for your sake, you'd better escape from the Seven Star Altar immediately. As long as you give me the jade root, I won't hurt you at all, and I will also give you a treasure of the former holy continent as a reward." God of War took over Mian Xilong's words again and said harshly. His confidence was far more sufficient than before, and his tone became calm and stiff. Obviously, he had recovered a lot. Only when he felt that he could fight with the son of darkness, he became arrogant.

"Give me the stinky bullshit of your former Holy Mainland lady, and give me a treasure? Humph, I only want the double-attribute yuan god, and I want your life!" Wang Wujian roared at him crazily.

A strong tyrannical atmosphere spread from the seven-star altar, and the smell of trees was mixed together, which looked very strange.

Since death is inevitable, why not sacrifice your life with your own strength? Even if you are unloaded, you will be stronger than the puppet who has become the son of darkness and sacrifice all your own wedding clothes.

Mian Xilong frowned and frowned. He knew that it was useless to continue persuasion, and ignored what impulse Wang Wujian would do. He began to sing mysterious spells again in his mouth. The golden dark dwarf ancient characters appeared on the hexagonal transparent barrier as high as high as a hundred feet above his head. The golden light flashed alternately from top to bottom, and the whole beam of light. It is extremely gorgeous, and every word flashes will emit a faint golden light and converge around the seven-star altar.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light blocked the Qixing platform and condensed into a dazzling golden mask around the platform. Occasionally, words jumped out and suddenly melted in.

Sixteen undead chanted buzzing spells at the same time, just like tens of billions of flies squeezing together in this small space, which is deafening and irritable, and can't calm down at all.

With the sixteen beams of different colors coming into the Qixing platform along the channel on the surface, it finally appeared in the golden mask, as delicate as air, and unconsciously entering Wang Wujian's skin. Although he knew what would happen when this energy entered the body, he did not have the ability to resist this mysterious power at all. Quantity.

Soon, Wang Wujian felt the existence of the dark son for the first time. He himself was like a mountain, and a powerful man with immeasurable potential sleeps under the mountain. He received the supply of special energy, slowly woke up, and listened to the deafening spell, constantly adjusting his state, trying to overthrow this The mountain, again and again, perseverance made the whole mountain shake. The boulder on the mountain kept rolling down, the vegetation fell, and the birds and beasts fled, causing an uproar.

"I didn't expect that you and I really felt your existence after living inseparable for a few months. Of course, I also felt the threat you gave me. Humph, do you still want to invade my body?" Wang Wujian asked himself in small words that although he could not resist the strange power instilled by the sixteen undead, he used turbid gas to turn it into his own use, which could not only fill his own energy accumulation bottomless hole, but also cut off the energy needed for the dark son to recover again.

After seeing that this move worked, Wang Wujian's face showed an evil smile, white teeth, which made people look terrible, and there was a terrible domineering breath in the eyes of the two men.

"Well, son of darkness, you are so powerful. It's better to stay and slowly use your power." Wang Wujian glanced at Mian Xilong and collided with each other. Mian Xilong, who sang the spell, was stunned. He actually felt that he had a strange feeling, and his two bundles of eyes were cold and terrible.

"God of War, hum, I will use these sixteen undeads to live and die with you!" Wang Wujian muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changed, shooting out two more beautiful lights, and shouted, "God of War, get up quickly. I and you will live and die. If you win, the jade will be yours. If you lose, you will become my 'unparalleled' ant!"

"Hum, ignorant human beings..." The God of War shouted coldly and suddenly got up. The air of death around his body suddenly tightened, and there were gradually signs of squeezing into his body, just like a spring water being forcibly poured into a jar, with a burst.

Mian Xilong described it as a great change. Although the God of War, which was filled with the spirit of death, was not as powerful as its heyday, it was more powerful than that year. Before taking action, the sharp murderous atmosphere has permeated, and the breath of death filled a fixed area. It raises its voice and accelerates the speed of singing, and the hexaprissed light screen above its head slowly rotates, releasing more golden brilliance.

"Hey hey, it seems that the opportunity is coming!" Wang Wujian smiled cunningly, calmly took the weapon back into his sheath, put his hand into his arms, and took out an item wrapped in black cloth. "I'd rather you rather become a puppet, but life and death depend on you!" Wang Wujian stroked the mysterious object, frowned, and said deeply, more like a kind of prayer and expectation.

Mian Xilong was awe-inspiring in his heart. He thought that Wang Wujian saw the current situation and knew that he could not fight against the God of War, so he sat and waited for the son of Dark to come back. His solemn face immediately showed surprise, and the spell in his mouth sang more quickly and loudly.