Chapter 37 Calling Name

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Chen Si and Xu Mingshi still looked at each other, their eyes were red and filled with fierceness.

Both of them were sucked into skin and bones, and their bodies were shaky, but no one wavered!

They are all betting that the other party will not be able to hold on before they can!

Just when the confrontation entered a heated stage, the many wounds on the wall that had been opened by the strong wind suddenly began to vibrate, and the walls of the entire space began to twist.

It was as if he was spasming with pain!

The world was spinning for a while.

Accompanied by this, the tornado in the center suddenly became violent and uneasy, producing a strong suction force, constantly tearing away everything around it.

Li Chen asked with a look of horror on his face: "Why did the wall move? What happened?"

Chen Si reacted instantly: "Remember what I told you, the whole cave may be a monster... and our fight disturbed it."

"Then what should we do?" Li Chen's face was filled with despair, "Let's run away first and avoid this for a while."

"No!"

Chen Si said firmly: "Hold on! We will definitely die if we leave the formation!"

Outside the formation, all the Taoist priests were equally terrified.

Their vitality and blood had been weakened due to supplying the Three Immortals Sword Formation, and now they suffered such a big change, their minds were trembling, and they all had the intention of retreating.

"Senior Brother Xu, let's retreat first. We can kill him with this rat excrement!"

"Yes, senior brother, this situation can no longer withstand our torment!"

Xu Ming turned around to look, his eyes bloodshot, hinting at a trace of murderous intent.

"Guard them all to me! If I see someone flinching, don't blame me for being ruthless afterwards!"

After saying these words, the others remained silent and closed their mouths and continued to operate the sword array.

Xu Ming knew in his heart that if he let Chen Si go this time, he would take root in Fei Xuan and give him a few years to become a serious problem!

Chen Si and Xu Ming were facing each other tit for tat, and they were incompatible with each other. The strong winds hit the flesh wall, and the flesh wall was covered in blood and flesh, with more and more wounds.

The shaking of the cave is getting louder and louder, and the suction force of the tornado is gradually getting stronger, and everyone is almost unable to stand still.

Chen Si's vision was blurred, and the muscle tissue of his body had shrunk significantly. Qiu Longzi danced his tail happily, as if waiting for the moment of backlash.

It was already difficult for him to hold on.

Although Xu Ming outside was in the same bad situation, his situation was better than him, and he seemed to be able to survive a few more breaths.

"Are you going to die from this in the end..."

Director Chen sighed.

At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

The previous scene of Xu Ming being backlashed appeared in his mind.

Chen Si suddenly stood up and shouted: "Ah Niu, stop pretending, these Taoist priests are almost sucked dry, why should we fight among ourselves? Let's join forces to kill them all! Wait for me, I will untie the formation right now Law!"

With that said, Chen Sizhen began to erase the runes on the ground.

When the other Taoist priests heard this, they were all startled, and then their faces suddenly turned pale, and they immediately cast suspicious glances at Xu Ming.

Xu Ming did not expect that the thief would come at the last moment and explained loudly: "Brothers, don't be deceived by this guy. I am really Xu Ming! Let's work together to deal with him first. Success or failure depends on this!"

But the more he said this, the more suspicious the others became, and their hands gradually stopped operating the sword array.

Xu Ming's face turned red with anger, he turned around and shouted: "You kid, go to hell!"

After saying that, he used the last power of the Three Immortals Sword Formation and slashed hard at the formation barrier.

"Boom boom boom——"

A huge sword shadow came.

Chen Si finally couldn't hold on any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The barrier of the Three Immortals Gathering Formation was cut in half from top to bottom, and he could no longer recover.

"It's over." Li Chen hugged Yue Yue and his eyes were blank.

At this time, the final blow of the Gangfeng struck the flesh wall, forming another bloody wound.

As if it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, the cave suddenly began to tremble violently, deformed, and twisted together like a twist.

For a time, there was no distinction between up and down, left and right were in chaos.

The tornado in the center spits out dark winds unscrupulously, generating a gravitational force that can tear everything apart, sucking everyone into the abyss where no bottom can be seen.

Some Taoist priests had unstable foundations and were sucked directly in. When they were swept up by the strong wind, their bodies were easily torn in half like paper, and they couldn't even utter a cry.

"hold me!"

Chen Si hugged Shi Zhu tightly, and the other two people clung to him.

At this moment, he had no time to care about Peng Qian, so he directly retracted the Immortal Rope, wrapped it around himself and the stone pillar several times, and finally stabilized his figure a little.

However, before he could calm down, Xu Ming suddenly flashed behind him and pounced towards him.

I don't know what kind of magical power this man has cultivated, but he is clinging to the flesh wall with his hands and feet, and is not affected by the tornado at all.

I saw him opening his mouth wide and biting directly towards Chen Si.

Chen Si reacted quickly and immediately pulled out a hand and pulled out the Seven Star Sword to stop him.

Xu Ming's teeth were extremely hard and the sword edge could not be shaken at all.

The seven eyeballs stretched out bloodshot streaks, slowly extending toward his mouth.

A strange smile appeared on Xu Ming's face.

Several tentacles made of flesh and blood emerged from the stitched wounds on his abdomen, bit by bit, cutting open the skin and flesh of his abdomen from the inside out.

Immediately afterwards, a skinless head was revealed, with the corners of the head's eyes smiling like crescents.

A red bubble came out of its mouth.

"Big brother, it's not good!"

Yueyue exclaimed, and Chen Si immediately looked down. At this time, the blood bubble was only a few centimeters away from him.

Chen Si gritted his teeth, let go of the stone pillar, let the tornado suck him away, and finally narrowly avoided the blood bubble.

However, the force of this wind was astonishing. Once it was sucked in, it was impossible to break free. Chen Si and the other three were pulled in.

Countless gusts of cold wind were blowing, and the body would be cut into two pieces if he was not careful.

Chen Si slashed hard with the Seven-Star Sword, trying his best to resist the strong winds coming from all directions, but his body was still spinning, gradually moving towards the center of the tornado.

"Brother Chen, I'm going to hold your thigh tightly. Whether the three of us can survive depends on you!"

Yueyue followed suit, imitating Li Chen and hugging the other thigh.

"Brother, Yueyue believes in you!"

At this moment, Chen Si's ears were covered by the roaring wind, and he could not hear the voices of the other two people at all.

His eyes were blood red, and he was almost crazy. He waved the sword in his hand desperately, and blood marks appeared one after another on his body, some of which were deep enough to see the bones.

However, as he got closer and closer to the center of the tornado, the wind suddenly quieted down, and the surrounding scenery seemed to stand still for a brief moment.

An extremely familiar whisper sounded again. The voice came from ancient times, like a yellow bell, and penetrated directly into the soul.

"Prime Minister..."

Chen Si was stunned, his eyes began to blur, and he looked towards the abyss underground, as if his soul was gradually drifting away there.

There is something underground calling my true name.