Forest.
Deng Youfu's whole body was exuding a black and ominous energy, and strands were floating upward, as if they were trying to outline something above his head. Together with the half-snake face, it was full of oppression.
However, before Deng Youfu, who was staring with scarlet vertical pupils, had time to show off his power, Wang Ai had already appeared in front of him with a cane.
He remained motionless amid Deng Youfu's explosive aura, with a greedy smile still on his face. He just gently stretched out his hand and said one word:
"Come."
But with just such a light word, Deng Youfu felt as if his head had been hit hard with a sledgehammer. The snake fairy Liu Kunsheng who had become one with him was almost blasted out of his body!
"Uncle Liu, what's going on?"
He endured the discomfort, held his head in his hands, and quickly asked in his heart what was going on with this attack that was as powerful as the Bell of Desolation.
But Liu Kunsheng didn't know the current situation. As the main target of Ju Ling's dispatch, it was far more affected than Deng Youfu. Now he no longer had any extra energy to answer questions.
"Uh-huh——"
After a roar full of pain, black energy emerged from Deng Youfu's body and converged on the top of his head, outlining a huge python with full scales and armor - it was Liu Kunsheng's soul. !
However, its eyes are not blood-colored and cruel and indifferent like when it possessed Deng Youfu before. Instead, they are filled with a strange divine light, which is exactly the same as Wang Ai's eyes at this time. They are the eyes of the trapped spirit. The general controlled the performance.
Obviously, even the spirit of the Snake Immortal who has been practicing for thousands of years has no room to resist in front of the general Ju Ling.
The immortal spirit Deng Youfu, who was forcibly pulled out of the body, had to withdraw from the state of praying for the spirit, and his aura plummeted.
"Uncle Liu! What's wrong with you?"
He shouted anxiously towards Liu Kunsheng in mid-air.
"Hehe, your uncle is pretty good...but it belongs to me now."
Wang Ai said with a smile while exerting force to pull Liu Kunsheng's soul into his hand.
"You! Are you Wang Ai?"
Deng Youfu turned around and asked angrily, "What did you do to Uncle Liu?!"
Wang Ai didn't bother to explain to Deng Youfu, but concentrated on collecting Liu Kunsheng's soul. Under his pull, the giant python above Deng Youfu shook its head and tail, and actively threw itself towards his palm like a moth to a flame.
"You'll find out soon, kid."
"I'm afraid this won't work, Mr. Wang."
At this time, another unfamiliar voice sounded in Deng Youfu's ears.
He followed the sound and saw a white-haired middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walking out slowly. After raising his hand to adjust his glasses, he made the same move as Wang Ai.
[Ju Ling dispatches generals]!
Another pulling force acted on Liu Kunsheng's soul, causing his figure to freeze in mid-air, in a dilemma.
"Feng Zhenghao?"
Deng Youfu was stunned. He didn't know how to describe his feelings after meeting the two ten men in a short period of time.
The most important thing is that Uncle Liu is obviously the fairy he has always worshiped. But now, I have no control over its whereabouts and can only let these two people decide.
"Feng Zhenghao..."
Wang Ai had a gloomy face and gritted his teeth as he called out the name, "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course, Mr. Wang."
Faced with Wang Ai's oppression, Feng Zhenghao took his time and continued to wrestle with him while saying calmly, "I am fulfilling my duty as a member of the ten people - maintaining the stability of the alien circle!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Ai's eyes instantly became particularly fierce.
Ten guys!
This was originally his position!
Not only did this kid steal his seat, he actually dared to appear in front of him openly and taunt him? !
"Hey...is it the duty of the ten guys..."
Wang Ai's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, "Then let me tell you what the real Shilao is!"
He used one hand to pull Liu Kunsheng's soul with Julingshang, and raised the other hand, put his two fingers together, and gave Feng Zhenghao a hard swipe.
Whoosh!
As he raised and lowered his pen, a bright light shot out from Wang Ai's fingertips, as light and smooth as a clear spring, and flew towards Feng Zhenghao.
[Six Methods of Divine Painting·Shunfeng Style]!
Although Wang Ai also practiced Ji Ling and sent generals, when the Wang family caught Feng Tianyang, he was already in his twenties, and his foundation was already established. Therefore, the foundation of his life's cultivation still lies in the method of Shen Tu passed down by the Wang family, and the Spirit-Restraining General is just an auxiliary method that he uses to devour elves and replenish his own cultivation.
This stroke of brush is smooth and smooth, and the river water painted is lively and lively, which is enough to show Wang Ai's attainment in the method of divine painting.
Facing his attack, Feng Zhenghao also waved his hand, and a dark elf emerged from his palm and turned into a shield to greet him.
Boom!
Both sides were equally divided.
"Mr. Wang, you obviously have a unique skill that is not inferior to that of General Ju Ling, why do you have to do this? Stop it, I can help you fight for leniency."
Feng Zhenghao retracted the spirit body and attached it directly to his body. This greatly increased the attraction of his palm and directly pulled Liu Kunsheng in mid-air towards him for several meters.
When Wang Ai saw this, he took out a spirit body from his body, stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing it. Along with this movement, the elf let out a painful cry, and the aura on Wang Ai's body increased visibly to the naked eye.
"Feng Boy, I have my own family skills, but I just like yours. What can you do to me? Not only that, but just in terms of your family's skills, I am better than you!"
Wang Ai's actions made both Feng Zhenghao and Deng Youfu's expressions become solemn.
Deng Youfu had never quite understood what Feng Zhenghao and Wang Ai were trying to do in competing for Liu Kunsheng before, but now Wang Ai gave him a live demonstration, which scared him to death!
This is to eat Uncle Liu!
His eyes turned red, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rush forward to fight for his life.
"Don't be impulsive, young man."
Feng Zhenghao released a spirit body to stop him, then frowned and looked at Wang Ai, "I don't remember that Ju Ling Qian Jiang had the same move as before."
Feng Tianyang, the first-generation comprehender of Julingqianjiang, was himself a great man from Liangshan. He dealt with various elves all day long, so the Feng family could also be regarded as a witchcraft family.
The most important thing in practicing witchcraft is to find ways to establish a good relationship with the elves so that you can get their help.
In fact, from a certain perspective, the spirit-detaining general has gone astray, because it can ignore the free will of the elves and forcibly arrest and dispatch them. The two parties are no longer in an equal relationship. To put it mildly, this is a form of slavery.
It's just that the Feng family has been witches for generations, and the relationship with the elves has become a habit, so they don't use this ability unscrupulously.
But the method of swallowing spirits that Wang Ai showed just now is even more outrageous. As if enslavement is not enough, he wants to eat the spirits whole!
"Of course you don't know, because this is the real use of Ju Ling Qian Jiang! It is also the secret skill that your grandfather Feng Tianyang, in order to thank us for sparing him a life, swore to tell us only and not even pass it on to his own descendants - —The art of serving spirits."
Wang Ai regained the upper hand with the sudden increase in momentum, and then said with a triumphant smile.
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