While Lin Ming and others were talking, the Spirit-Devouring Heavenly Lord pulled and pulled the black balloon ball that the Three-Eyed Tribe turned into after their death into two parts.
"Fusing it, your injuries will no longer be a problem. Otherwise, with your half-human body, you would have at most three days to live."
Nangong Wentian's face was stern, he thought for three seconds, and replied: "I have the life-saving elixir myself, and I will kill the people who are chasing me myself, so you don't have to worry about it."
Tunling Tianzun said calmly: "Then our cooperation will terminate. From now on, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge."
"Okay, the control of that picture is back in their hands. The secret passage is about to open. Your body can't move yet. I bet you will die." Nangong Wentian did not hesitate, reincarnated and dragged his gun away.
At this time, Tianzun Tianzun became angry and said, "You can't help me when you come in front of me."
He pushed hard with his palm and sent out a black ball of light.
call out--
Submerged into Nangong Wentian's body.
The exposed flesh and blood on Nangong Wentian's chest gradually melted and turned purple-red and black.
Gululu...Gululu...Gululu...
The flesh and blood squirmed, making a sound that made goosebumps spread all over the body.
Nangong Wentian resisted vigorously, clenching his fists tightly.
"You want to forcefully change the body of my extraordinary saint?"
The Spirit-Devouring Heavenly Lord sneered, "The power of the Creation Realm is far beyond your imagination. From the moment you cooperate with me, you are destined to become my puppet."
At this time, a dark seed sprouted above Nangong Wentian's head.
In one second, it grows into a small tree.
Two seconds, stretch out the leaves.
Three seconds to form flowers.
Four seconds, the fruit is full.
Such a strange phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of Lin Ming and others.
Bai Chenhai recognized this method and reminded: "No, this is a taboo technique common to many evil races - Lingtai Demon Species."
Lin Ming understood: Nangong Wentian's sea of consciousness on the Lingtai was swallowed up, and the dark demon wanted to revive early.
Lin Ming knew that his level was not enough, so he did not directly charge into the formation alone.
He has a very clear positioning of himself - auxiliary!
Lin You is a half-step saint and can kill an extraordinary saint with one full blow.
Mr. Bai cannot judge this by common sense. He once crushed the half-step saint Huo Lao in front of Lin Ming.
The current battle should be dominated by the two of them.
After exchanging a few words with each other, we quickly determined how they should cooperate.
Bai Chenhai looked sideways and felt Lin Ming's progress deeply.
"You're a bit awesome, kid."
"It's just so-so." Lin Ming was humbled all his life, and the Jingxian sword was half an inch out of its sheath.
He closed his eyes, the word "Guan" appeared between his eyebrows, and a pair of inner eyes covered a hundred feet in radius.
The "Three Thousand Avenues" in the field of artistic conception are unfolding!
Seeing this scene, Bai Chenhai exclaimed: "You have just cultivated in the physical realm, but you have actually understood the realm of artistic conception!"
Lin You thought to himself: "No wonder he has a low level of cultivation, but he can be qualified as the Tianzi Practitioner."
The little guy hummed twice and said: "It's rare to see many strange things. My brother Ming is omnipotent and very powerful."
The next second, Lin Ming raised his hands upward.
Covered in the realm of artistic conception, the scenery in a hundred-foot radius changes, as if the vast starry sky has descended.
"This is really a bit exaggerated!" Bai Chenhai whispered in his heart, raised his hand and wiped his forehead.
Lin You blinked and realized again how evil Lin Ming was.
Everyone is somewhat used to it.
but!
No matter how many times I see this scene, it is still amazing.
"The artistic conception, the artistic conception, the artistic conception. If you are not in the Miaowu Realm, you have already understood the realm of the artistic conception. Looking at all the worlds, you can be regarded as a genius... What I like most in Tunling is to kill genius monsters. The feeling of killing is so... I feel more comfortable." The dark shadow stretched out its finger and pointed at Lin Ming.
The next second, Nangong Wentian raised his arm uncontrollably and handed out a gun.
The blood-red spear tip penetrated the space and suddenly appeared in Lin Ming's heart.
However, Bai Chenhai's palm blocked it, and layers of clouds enveloped the blood-red spear tip.
"I'll defend, you go attack."
Lin You nodded, holding a gun in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, turning into an afterimage.
The next second, Lin Ming snapped his fingers.
In the realm of artistic conception, the stars with hidden characters rotate in a circle, creating ripples like transparent gauze.
Ripples covered Lin You's body, and his afterimage, figure, and all tracks were instantly hidden.
The breath disappears without a trace and cannot be sensed.
The dark demon's expression suddenly changed, and he pulled his hands inwards.
Pulled by the Qi machine, Nangong Wentian's body was pushed backwards, and his calves plowed across the ground, leaving two deep marks.
Then, Nangong Wentian held his gun across his chest, blocking the gap in the dark cube.
"A noble and extraordinary saint was used as a weapon and is about to become the cornerstone of others' resurrection. Nangong Wentian, don't you feel ashamed?"
Lin Ming questioned, stepping on the half-empty and half-solid Taoist divine stars.
Raising his hand, the stars of Jingzi Divine Wen spread out their majestic purple energy, filling the entire starry sky.
Jingzi divine words have three effects, the most important of which is to clear the mind and clarify the nature.
Nangong Wentian was affected, and his gradually quiet soul seemed to see the bright light of a lighthouse in the vast sea of fog.
His eyes gradually became clearer, and his left and right pupils showed two completely different expressions.
The left side is struggling, but the right side is full of magic.
"Where am I?" Nangong Wentian seemed to have come back to his senses from a long time ago.
Long Zhan shouted: "Uncle Nangong, do you still remember the Long family, the Nangong family, and my second aunt Long Xiaojuan?"
At this time, Nangong Wentian's body was almost completely dyed black, and his right pupil was blazing with demonic fire.
After a moment of silence, the demonic fire in the entire right eye receded, and Nangong Wentian's upper body, from head to shoulders to chest to waist, gradually turned into a normal color.
The dark sapling above his head suddenly lost the breeding soil and showed a tendency to wither.
"Xiaojuan... are you awake?" Nangong Wentian was completely awake, with tears streaming down his face, as if he had seen the woman who haunted him in his memories.
That was the woman he loved most, but he accidentally injured her seriously, causing her to sleep for a long time.
For many years, I have been obsessed with wanting to enter the realm of creation, for no other reason.
Only the realm of creation can save Long Xiaojuan!
Long Zhan closed his eyes slightly, feeling unbearable. He hesitated for a moment and said:
"My second aunt is dying. Before she died, she woke up and told me specifically that if she saw you crying, she would tell you that she had never blamed you for what happened back then. "
