Because at that glance, she fell into it, unable to resist at all, her mind went blank, and she couldn't even think.
In this state, no matter how many life-saving means you have, you can't escape because there is no chance to use them.
"hurry up!"
In the middle of the magic circle, Yanliang kept urging in his heart. Even though this urging was meaningless and useless, he was particularly worried because he had too many secrets in his body.
As long as some of the seals in the body can be opened, the threats in front of you will not be a fear. No matter how difficult it is, you can open your own storage space, so that many of the methods prepared before departure can come in handy.
Just as he was worried, he felt a strange power enveloped him and continued to penetrate into his body. However, although he could sense it, he could not do anything about it.
This is also because of his keen perception, which allows him to detect a trace. If it were someone else of the same level, it would be absolutely impossible, as was the case with the Rakshasa girl.
He was activating the magic circle with all his strength, hurriedly holding on to his consciousness, and summoned the Lingbao shuttle arrow to attack the strange hand.
The space fluctuated slightly, and the shuttle arrow suddenly appeared a few inches away from the strange hand. However, as soon as Fang appeared, he was fixed in the air by an invisible force and could not move.
The phantom man looked at Yan Liang below and said contemptuously: "You dare to be distracted and take the initiative to attack. You really overestimate your capabilities. It seems that I still underestimate you."
As the phantom man glared, black light surged around the demonic eye.
With the surge of these black lights, circles of strange and flowing ripples were formed almost in the blink of an eye, and the magic eye in the center actually produced black thunder that kept jumping out of thin air, as if it had the power to defeat all wills.
In front of these black jumping thunders, Yan Liang felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. Although he didn't know what these thunders were, he also knew that it was definitely not simple.
Before his thoughts dissipated, the black thunder flashed and arrived in front of him in an instant. Even he with a very powerful soul could not react at this speed.
Just when he was about to catch the black thunder, his eyes suddenly blurred, and a soul suddenly blocked in front of him, facing the extremely strange black thunder.
The place where they intersected was suddenly filled with thunder, and the air waves were so violent that the dust was blown everywhere, and even the eyes could not open.
It wasn't until a long time later that the black thunder seemed to have exhausted its last remaining power and disappeared, and the dust began to gradually dissipate.
As his vision continued to recover, the back of the soul gradually appeared in Yan Liang's eyes.
The soul that was staring at it has become extremely illusory, as if it may dissipate at any time.
At this moment, the figure from behind gradually turned his head, smiled at him, and said, "Don't worry, little one, I'm here."
Looking at the soul body, tears kept rolling in Yan Liang's eyes, because he was very familiar with this face.
"Soul Lao!"
Hun Lao nodded slightly towards him, then turned around and pinched the spell.
During the kneading, he quickly circled his hands together, and then pointed towards the shadow of the man above.
A huge cluster of soul fire shot out from the fingers, arrived in front of the phantom man almost in the blink of an eye, and then instantly wrapped around the strange hand and started burning it.
As the soul fire burned, the phantom man's solemn look at the beginning suddenly began to be frightened and screamed in pain.
"Ah~~This, what kind of fire is this? How can it burn my soul..."
The cry of pain gradually dissipated, and the strange hand fell down.
Hun Lao shook his weak body, turned to look at Yan Liang, and said with a smile: "He is the remaining ray of soul in that monster's hand. He has exhausted the last trace of his strength just now, and he will never be able to do anything to you again. ..."
As he spoke, his eyes were full of reluctance, and he stretched out his hand and touched Yan Liang's head, as if he was about to leave again.
A tear slipped from the corner of Yan Liang's eyes, and he gradually closed his eyes, as if waiting for the caressing hand of Soul Lao to land on his head.
Suddenly, a trace of black energy began to leak out of the palm of Elder Hun's hand that was about to descend.
However, just when the black energy was revealed, a cold light flashed through Hun Lao's body.
As Hun Lao's body gradually dissipated, the scene in front of Yan Liang returned to reality. There was indeed a hand above his head, but this hand was not Hun Lao's, but the strange hand parasitized by the phantom man. It's just that this strange hand has a shuttle arrow that shines with cold light.
It was just a thought, but this moment was a matter of life and death, and it was extremely thrilling.
If he hadn't firmly believed that Soul Lao couldn't appear, the extremely real illusion just now would have made him pay an extremely heavy price.
"Haha~haha! It's a pity, it's just so close. I didn't expect you to be able to block even this. It seems that you must have a lot of secrets. If it had been in the past, I might have considered accepting you."
The phantom man shook his head with regret, then his voice changed and he continued: "It's just that the world today no longer allows me to be merciful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black light enveloped the strange hand, and Mu Ran slapped Yan Liang with a palm, and the majestic and vast aura within it burst out in an instant.
The Lingbao shuttle arrow bravely resisted in front of its master, but its spiritual energy was running low, and it could no longer withstand such an attack and kept retreating.
Yanliang looked at the strange hands that were constantly approaching him. The spells in his hands were getting faster and faster. All the runes around him were lit up and flashed rapidly. Obviously, this had reached the most critical point.
"Qiang!"
A sharp screeching sound sounded.
The Lingbao shuttle arrow had used all its power, but it was still defeated and was sent flying by a palm.
"If you have any other means, feel free to use them. I want to see how powerful you are!"
The phantom man glanced contemptuously at the shuttle arrow falling downwards, and then hurriedly controlled the strange hand to continue shooting.
Yanliang could already feel the pain on his face from the airflow brought by the strange hand, but he still did not stop the spell in his hand, because this was his only hope at the moment.
Looking at the strange hand so close to him, he used all his strength and roared suddenly, "No! Get up..."
This huge roar expressed the unwillingness in his heart, and countless pictures passed through his mind.
Father, Yun'er, Wuying, the Wilderness tribe, everyone from the Sanhuang Sect, and the mother who is hiding everywhere and looking forward to it...
His blood-red eyes were full of reluctance and concern, and it was also because of this concern that there was determination in his eyes...
