Song Ping's eyes were red, a giant frost dragon was hovering around his body, and he was holding a spiritual ice gun in his hand. He was completely possessed.
"Use your life to calm down!"
Song Ping tightened his grip on the spiritual ice gun. Although the attack momentum had increased a lot, due to being possessed by the devil, the attack at this time was unorganized.
Lu Chen set up layers of obstacles on the ground, and Song Ping didn't hide. He just dodged and rushed forward crazily.
The remaining monks of the God-killing team stood beside the ring, watching Song Ping's condition carefully, ready to take action at any time.
Lu Chen pulled out the Hunyuan Giant Sword with one hand, turned around and shouted to Jun Wudi: "Uncle Jun, I'm ready to go."
This was already the peak moment of the battle. The monks in the audience watched the two men's movements and held their breath nervously, for fear of disturbing them.
"Lu Chen, suffer death." Song Ping's figure staggered into Lu Chen's side, raised his spiritual energy ice spear, shouted and stabbed Lu Chen.
"The Green Emperor Sacred Tree."
Lu Chen shouted softly, and the spiritual energy in his body began to operate with full force and efficiency.
A space passage opened in the void, and hundreds of tentacles of the Green Emperor Sacred Tree appeared behind Lu Chen, running towards Song Ping crazily.
The tentacles of the sacred tree slowly wound upward along Song Ping's calf.
The spiritual energy in Song Ping's body surged, and a surge of cold air emerged from the surface of his body. As long as the tentacles of the sacred tree touched Song Ping's skin, they would be directly frozen and hardened.
Song Ping controlled the spiritual energy ice gun and kept sweeping away, clearing the tentacles of the sacred tree on his body. He turned around and let the frost dragon on his body attack Lu Chen from another direction, while he attacked Lu Chen from another direction.
"Not even close."
Lu Chen glanced at the giant frost dragon in the sky and turned the Green Emperor Sacred Tree with all his strength.
A shadow of the Green Emperor Sacred Tree appeared behind Lu Chen, and endless tentacles began to appear from the void, quickly wrapping around Song Ping.
"How come there are so many vines? Is this the child's magical power?"
Jun Wudi couldn't see the shadow of the Green Emperor Sacred Tree, and he was very surprised when so many vines suddenly rushed out.
Nantian Wan'er heard Jun Wudi's doubts and explained: "Yes, this is Brother Lu's magical power, which can only last for more than ten minutes."
The monks under the ring were extremely excited when they saw Lu Chen's eyes full of vines. They stood up and shouted Lu Chen's name over and over again.
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"Now, Wind Dragon, go and entangle the Frost Dragon."
Seeing that Song Ping's whole body was entangled, Lu Chen quickly released the 'Southern Dragon-Slaying Sword' towards the frost dragon in the sky.
"Okay! Remember to bring some fire elements."
Fenglong responded, and his figure flashed and merged directly into the dragon-shaped sword energy. A fiery red dragon shadow circled and danced in mid-air and rushed towards the frost dragon.
"Here, let's do it again." Without the trouble of the frost dragon, Lu Chen struck out a sword energy to attack Song Ping again.
The dragon-shaped sword energy bombarded Song Ping's body, causing a series of explosions that directly flew away the spiritual energy ice gun and caused all the Green Emperor Sacred Tree on Song Ping's body to dissipate.
In the sky, the wind dragon reunited with Lu Chen after destroying the frost dragon.
Lu Chen stared at the spiritual ice gun that fell to the ground and asked doubtfully: "Is it done?"
"It seems not." Feng Long stared at the explosion smoke in the distance and said slowly: "That spiritual ice gun is the real frost dragon."
"Ahhhh, I want you to die."
After the smoke and dust from the explosion dissipated, Song Ping realized that the spiritual ice gun in his hand was missing. He yelled at Lu Chen and released dozens of frost dragons from the secret in his hand, attacking Lu Chen from all directions.
Song Ping was not an enemy, and Lu Chen and Feng Long were unable to use lethal spells, so with Song Ping's desperate efforts, Lu Chen and Feng Long began to fall behind.
"It's really three points of black power." Feng Long looked at Song Ping and said softly: "His spiritual energy is out of control, and his attacks will become more and more violent."
"Leave the frost dragon to you, I'll deal with Song Ping." Lu Chen looked at the frost dragons in all directions and threw the Hunyuan sword in his hand to Feng Long.
The wind dragon transformed into a huge dragon body, grabbed the Hunyuan giant sword and stood in front of Lu Chen: "I can still hold on for a while, you quickly use the aura lock to seal the aura ice gun."
After that, the shadow of the wind dragon kept wandering around, roaring to resist the frost dragon, leaving Lu Chen free to seal the spiritual energy ice spear.
Lu Chen controlled the Green Emperor Sacred Tree, forming layers of vine net walls in front of him, and shouted to Jun Wudi: "Uncle Jun, take action, I'm almost at my limit."
"Understood."
Jun Wudi responded, and the spiritual energy in his hand formed a spider web and quickly shot towards Song Ping, directly binding Song Ping in place, and at the same time clearing all the frost dragons in the sky.
"Xiao Lu'er, I have restrained him. Keep an eye on the spiritual energy ice gun while we prepare a formation."
Seeing that Song Ping had been restrained in place, Jun Wudi explained to Lu Shen, and at the same time called the God-killing team to start setting up their formation.
"Okay." Lu Chen quickly came to the spiritual spear and said, "Uncle Jun, I want to help you."
"Be careful, don't get hurt." Jun Wudi nodded, controlling his spiritual energy to carve a blue transparent formation in mid-air.
Under the ring, the monks instantly cleared an area for Jun Wudi.
"Tao method: spiritual light lock."
Lu Chen grabbed the Hunyuan giant sword that flew back, quickly fired the aura lock prepared in his right hand at the aura ice gun.
The aura ice gun felt the pressure of the aura lock, and suddenly transformed into a three-meter-long frost dragon, staggering away towards Song Ping.
Lu Chen looked at the frost dragon that was stumbling away and gathered his spiritual energy again: "It's a bad miscalculation. Let's do it again."
"Frost...dragon."
Song Ping, who was restrained by Jun Wudi, saw a ray of light flashing in his pupils when he saw the man running towards him, and the aura on his body became even more violent.
"Where to run, 'Aura Lock: Binding'."
Lu Chen controlled the first spiritual light chain, and the end split into five spiritual light chains, and shot them towards the frost dragon again.
"Roar……"
The frost dragon noticed the aura chain behind him, roared loudly, and flew faster. Just when the frost dragon was about to run to Song Ping, the aura chain finally caught up.
"Finally caught up."
Lu Chen let out a long breath and contracted his fingers. The five spiritual light chains instantly entangled the four claws and head of the frost dragon and pulled it back.
"So strong..."
Fatty Pig looked at Lu Chen stretching out the chain and took a breath of air: "No wonder Brother Lu doesn't want to become a physical practitioner. It turns out that his talent is so powerful."
"Roar……"
There was a miserable roar from the giant frost dragon, and it was still struggling towards Song Ping. At this moment, Song Ping's eyes instantly brightened.
The spiritual energy on Song Ping's body spurted wildly. After taking a hard step forward, he broke free from Jun Wudi's blockade and rushed towards the frost dragon.
"Second uncle is not good. Senior Brother Song has broken free."
Master Jun watched Song Ping escape from the restraints and quickly called Jun Wudi, but Jun Wudi was carving out the formation at the moment and couldn't free his hands at all.
Fortunately, Song Ping did not attack Lu Chen again this time. Instead, he lay on the frost dragon and kept tearing at the aura lock, trying to make the frost dragon relax.
Lu Chen looked at Song Pingdi and suddenly felt like a bully. He turned to Feng Long and said, "Feng Long, have we gone too far?"
"Little Lu'er, don't think blindly, this is a level that you must go through." Feng Long reminded Lu Shenyu when he saw that he couldn't bear it.
"Okay, but they are still very pitiful. When will it end?"
Lu Chen looked under the ring and found that Jun Wudi was still forming seals.
The monks of the God-killing team sat cross-legged next to them, constantly sending spiritual energy into the formation. It seemed that it was very difficult to recast the Ice Soul Spear.
Lu Chen looked at the monks around him again. These people were shocked beyond words by Lu Chen.
"This wave of pretense makes me very happy." Lu Chen laughed excitedly: "It feels good to pretend to be pretentious every time, and it feels good to pretend to be pretentious every time."
Lu Chen turned to look at Nan Tian Wan'er and others, and nodded slightly, indicating that his condition was okay.
Lu Chen looked at Song Ping and the Frost Dragon again. Song Ping's hands were already covered in blood, but he was still tearing at the spiritual light chain.
"They are quite pitiful. Why don't you give them some slack?"
Lu Chen let out a long sigh: "I remember that the spiritual light lock will have an effect as long as it touches the body. It should be okay if you relax a little."
"No, don't break away from the origin..." Fenglong quickly stopped Lu Chen, but Lu Chen's order had already been issued, and the aura lock was drawn out from the origin of the frost dragon.
At this moment, the frost dragon caught the gap in the spiritual light chain, and its body dissipated, turning into spiritual energy and returning to Song Ping's body. The spiritual light chain fell on the ring with a crash.
"No, why were you freed?" Lu Chen quickly controlled the spiritual light chain, trying to bind the frost dragon again, but it was too late.
Song Ping summoned the Spiritual Energy Ice Spear again, and the blood on his hands gradually infected the Spiritual Energy Ice Spear, bringing bright red lines to the blue and transparent ice spear.
"I must kill you." Song Ping stared at Lu Chen, roared like a wild beast, his eyes turned redder, and he rushed towards Lu Chen with an ice gun.
The monks looked at Song Ping, who was like a wild beast, and became nervous again.
There is a big difference between the two of them. Even if Lu Chen's talent is high and his spells are powerful, he will still be suppressed. What's more, Song Ping has become a demon.
Lu Chen had concerns in his heart and was on guard for fear of hurting Song Ping, but Song Ping took action and didn't care about Lu Chen's life or death.
Darkening is three points of strength, whitening is seven points of weakness, this is the principle.
Lu Chen carefully avoided the flying spiritual energy attacks and asked Feng Long, "What's going on? The spiritual light lock of Taoist Qingshan took effect when it was clearly pointed at me."
Feng Long looked at the approaching Song Ping and spoke to Lu Chen: "Such advanced magic techniques require corresponding laws to coordinate."
"You can't control the law. The spiritual light lock is separated from the opponent's origin and cannot exert its true power at all."
Lu Chen patted his head: "Oh..., I was careless."
"Xiao Lu'er, I don't blame you for this. Taoist Qingshan stands at the pinnacle of cultivation. He has rules for every word and action, and he automatically cooperates with him to complete all operations. You have just entered cultivation, and it is normal for you to not understand the rules."
"Sigh... It seems that the best spells are also a burden. I have to study harder."
Lu Chen looked at Song Ping who was rushing over, and sent all the remaining spiritual energy out of the Tianchi: "The spiritual energy can only support the last 'Tao method', we will see if it works or not."
"Tao method: stone formation."
As Lu Chen shouted loudly, eight stone walls fell from mid-air one after another, blocking Song Ping's progress.
But Song Ping seemed to be able to predict where the stone wall would fall. Every time the stone wall fell, Song Ping could avoid it in advance.
Lu Chen had to control the Green Emperor Sacred Tree to form layers of vine walls to block Song Ping's footsteps.
"You have to block it at every point. The formation is just short of the last point."
Nantian Wan'er watched Song Ping's ferocious attack and desperately swallowed various pills, hoping to provide Lu Chen with more spiritual energy.
