Spiritual!

Meng Shuai immediately understood that the Dragon Subduing Spiral was psychic in Duan Lingye’s hands!

The golden dragon soars into the sky, each one is lifelike, and the spirituality in the eyes is no different from the real dragon. Meng Shuai has raised a dragon himself, and he truly discovered the power that only the real dragon has in these golden dragons - dragon power.

In an instant, nine real dragons were added!

The nine dragons surrounded the ghost head, with dragon power and dragon roars shaking, like an iron-locked cage, which had already imprisoned it.

Duan Lingye's face was pale, he pointed his hand and said, "Town!"

Nine dragons pierced down at the same time, and the roars resounded all over the world. There were dragon roars, and ghost heads roars and screams.

I saw nine golden lights and a ball of black gas in the middle, rolling and fighting endlessly.

Both the golden light and the black gas had reached an unprecedented intensity, which made Meng Shuai unable to get close. He gradually retreated step by step, and could only hold his breath and watch the dragon fighting in the field from afar.

Although he was kicked out of the game, he also reduced his pressure because of this. Looking at the strength of the black aura, he felt very grateful. He had a brief fight with the ghost head just now, and although he suffered a loss, he did not suffer much damage. Now it seems that he is really lucky. The ghost head and the golden dragon are already real divine martial arts.

Another lucky thing is that the changes in the ghost head are weakened. If he does not react in time and let the ghost head suck up all the yin energy, Meng Shuai will probably be "destroyed to ashes" by the other party.

Seeing that the nine golden dragons worked together to suppress the black air, and the black air was rushing left and right, unable to break through, Meng Shuai felt relieved and walked away from the battlefield step by step.

Step by step, Meng Shuai said, "Is this what you made?"

Duan Lingye's condition was getting worse and worse. Meng Shuai always felt that he seemed to be dead in the last moment. Unexpectedly, he became even more declining in a flash. Now his face is as white as paper, making people think that he is about to faint at any time, but he still has the confidence to curse and said, "What the hell is you? I originally wanted to use the remaining spiritual energy to inspire a spiritual treasure to protect myself, but not only did the spiritual energy be drained, but also a lot of energy is added. I..."

After taking a breath, he said, "It's more dangerous than the time when you spend your life, I will have to lose at least a few decades of life."

You should know that Duan Lingye obtained a considerable spiritual energy from the spiritual seal. When he fought with Uncle Pu, he had more than a dozen treasures at the same time, but he did not consume them completely.

His previous sword was destroyed, and he hurriedly grabbed Meng Shuai's flying dragon vertebra in his hand. He wanted to communicate with the spirit first and have the power to protect himself, but he didn't expect to meet a big eater and pull out his spiritual energy and vitality. If it were not for the amount, it would be impossible to suck it into an adult.

Meng Shuai confirmed that Duan Lingye was fine, and said proudly: "Just kidding, I'm moving whenever you want? Have you survived the catastrophe? I'll get through the dragon subduing vertebra. Or the enhanced version of the Dragon Transformation Tribulation, the treasures refined from the Nine Heavens Thunder Fire, you dare to move? You don't fall into Hunyuan to count your luck."

Duan Lingye stared at the struggle between the golden light and the black gas in the field and said, "Do you confirm that the stick is still yours?"

Meng Shuai was shocked and said, "Is it yours?"

Duan Lingye said: "I think so."

Originally, according to the rules of the psychic seal, his psychic seal should be his, and at least he can control part of it. But this time, after the Dragon Submersible Spinal, the nine golden dragons flew into the air, so how could he be commanded by him at all? Although he was a little unhappy, he thought about it carefully and was lucky. After the treasure was psychic, there was a problem of backlash. Like a spirit beast, he mastered the advanced level at a low level, and the consequences of being backlashed will inevitably be embarrassing.

He just sighed, "It's out of control. This belongs to you." He threw the Dragon Subduing Spinning Spinning that had lost the Golden Dragon to Meng Shuai, and said, "Now it's just following the Bangmao."

Meng Shuai was stunned, looked down at the stick, then looked up at the golden dragon that suppressed the ghost head, and smiled bitterly: "Okay, what bicycle do you want."

At this time, the golden dragon had already compressed the black air into a central size, revealing the ghost head of the human body. The ghost head was grinning, very fierce, but the human body was shaking and was about to lose.

Suddenly, a dragon penetrated through the black fog, grabbed the left and right arms of the human body with both claws, and tore it hard. With a sting, the human body was torn in half!

The human body fell to the ground, but no blood spilled out. The body wriggled on the ground for a few times, turning into thick black smoke and dissipating. Meng Shuai then remembered that the man was originally parasitic on Duan Lingye and had no entity. He had just transformed away at this time.

The body dissipated, was the old monster dead?

without!

Just as the body dissipated, the ghost head burst out with a thud, and a wisp of black air flew out from it and looked out.

The black air was just a wisp, and it was as fast as a stream of light. It even drilled out of the claws of the golden dragon. The golden dragons were hovering in the air and had no intention of chasing the small prey.

Seeing that the black smoke was about to escape from death, a figure suddenly flashed, someone stopped it and said, "Where is it?"

It’s Meng Shuai!

As soon as his fingers moved, a black vortex floated out from Meng Shuai's head. The black air shook and was sucked into the vortex and could no longer be seen. As he left, a faint scream came.

it's over.

With the law of the Yellow Springs swallowing a wisp of the man's remnant soul, Meng Shuai ended the fight. This ferocious and weird uninvited guest had dissipated and no name was left.

However, the end of this battle is not the entire battle.

There is another enemy waiting to be over.

Duan Lingye said: "Is the person dead? Go out?"

Meng Shuai said, "Go out? Then people have to let us go out. Otherwise, we will go to the owner of this place and let him open the door and let others open."

Duan Lingye said: "Where did he look like you?"

Meng Shuai said: "Let's go find..."

I only heard someone say, "No need to look for me, I'm here."

In the empty hall, a beam of light descended from the head. The two of them felt a flash in front of them. After looking closely, there was a crystal mountain in the middle of the hall.

The transparent crystals and the large mirrors embedded around each other reflect each other, and the light is refracted heavily, making it dazzling.

Meng Shuai opened his eyes and narrowed them again, and then he narrowed them again three or two times before he could see clearly that the Crystal Mountain was actually a throne.

In the underworld, he had seen a throne surrounded by ghost heads, tall, deep, and full of weirdness. The magnificence of this throne was not under any throne, but because it was made of crystals, it was gone without the gloomy and more magnificent and dreamy colors.

On the high throne, there was a man sitting with a proud look on his face, like an emperor.

Meng Shuai looked carefully, said "Oh" and said, "When I looked at it, I thought I was sitting on the throne myself."

Sitting on the throne was the phantom of Meng Shuai.

Because of the height of the throne, the phantom can overlook Meng Shuai and said lightly: "Do you want to sit on it? If you want it, I can give it to you."

Meng Shuai breathed out and said, "I am a little moved by your persistence. Then I will say it again, no need, thank you."

The phantom looked cold and said, "Don't worry, this is the last time. I asked you for the last time, you don't dislike me, I also dislike myself. I have never been so humble and wronged since my birth. I have to repay the shame you brought to me with blood."

Meng Shuai was very similar to complaining about the so-called humility and grievance, but he also felt that there was no need to talk nonsense with such a lunatic, and said, "You just wanted to have a fight with me, but why did you give up later? I finally stopped running away this time?"

The phantom said, "Escape? Don't you know that the king sitting on the 'seat' can easily crush your god?"

He said, raising his hand gently, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of bangs, as if a fireworks were exploded.

The surrounding mirrors all broke down in the explosion, and objects after objects rose from the mirror.

There are ghosts, spirit beasts, corpses, treasures, and all kinds of strange things.

These guys, people or things, surrounded like a large army, and there were stars of light lit up in the dark hall - they or their eyes. Meng Shuai seemed to be in a group of wilderness beasts, staring at by the salivating hunters, and his scalp was numb.

The monsters around him gathered more and more. Meng Shuai glanced over and couldn't see clearly what was behind him, but he felt that the encirclement was layer by layer, and the hall was filled with various existences, squeezed out a thick shadow. In the shadow, various monsters seemed particularly tall, and Meng Shuai was like a rat in a group of lions, and even the place to live was almost gone.

The phantom sounded from afar: "Meng Shuai, I know you are good at strength and a very lucky boy. Even your friends are lucky. You have mastered the powerful abilities that you shouldn't have with your strength."

"For example, you have a connection with the throne of Huangquan, but you have obtained the ability of the Palace of Mirror. So you can be immune to the harm of evil ghosts and not afraid of the oppression of the Palace of Mirror. And your companion—" His eyes turned to Duan Lingye, "Having mastered the ability of psychics, he can recognize the master of treasures. No matter how many weapons you have, he will not be able to hurt him."

"So if you use a certain force alone to deal with you, it is easy to be restrained by you. Even if you put aside these forces, you are very powerful in terms of strength alone, and you are stronger than anyone in this realm."

He smiled and continued, "But, I still want to know where your limit is? One kind of power cannot deal with it, how many powers are added together? What about all the powers? This is the toy collected by the Palace of Mirror, let it go together and play with you. How many games can you last?"

He leaned back, his body fell into the throne and said, "Play slowly, don't end too soon. I'll wait to see your final shape. Even if there is no shape, you can put together a shape."

Meng Shuai laughed and said, "In the end? Who will accompany you until the end? Do you think you are pretty--like like me, who will accompany you forever? If you want to be right with me, you can change the place." Suddenly, a mirror flashed in front of you, and the two of them had disappeared.

In another hall, Meng Shuai's figure appeared.

In the center of the hall, there is also a crystal mountain, a crystal throne, and a phantom.

It was just that the surroundings were empty, not a single person, and there were no messy monsters.
Chapter completed!