Central Plains·Wuzhen
As the last burst of flames that were not under Yan Jun's control hit the Wuzhen area, the Five Elements Spirit Exorcists gathered their spiritual power and injected it into the Five Elements God-killing Formation.
Formation patterns lit up on the ground, and in an instant, dozens of iron chains shot out. The top of the iron chain was a cross dart, which ruthlessly penetrated the spirit body of Lord Yan and locked him firmly.
Then, as the five people activated their spiritual power together, the iron chain holding Yan Jun began to pull hard towards the formation, as if to drag him in.
No matter how Yan Jun struggled, the iron chain that contained the spiritual power of the five elements locked him tightly. The powerful force that could control everything while laughing just now completely disappeared at this moment.
In just half the time of burning the incense, only half of Yan Jun's body was still outside, and the other half was already pulled into the formation by the chains, and he kept letting out miserable wailing sounds from his mouth, which was horrifying to hear.
"Cough cough cough."
Among the five elements of spiritual power, the element of thunder suddenly weakened a lot. Perhaps because of the slap he received from Lord Yan earlier, Jin Yan's body gradually began to overdraw.
"Lao Jin, hold on, we're almost there!"
Wan Shiwu on the side said worriedly to the sweaty Jin Yan.
Jin Yan didn't want to put in more effort to reply. He just stood up reluctantly and tried to increase his spiritual power as much as possible. However, in that momentary gap, Yan Jun keenly grabbed hold of it, and the chain sealing the mouth and nose was bitten off by him, causing his spiritual power as Yan Jun to return to the mouth.
Although his whole body was still locked, he only released his mouth, but the screams of pain he had just heard turned into roars from the underworld.
The roar was deafening. It was not as harsh as the cry just now, but now it turned into a real howl with powerful spiritual pressure, making everyone suffer from the powerful sound.
Qiu Mingming, who was already very weak due to the removal of the resentful spirit from his body, could not withstand this direct impact on his soul. A mouthful of blood spurted out and he lost consciousness.
A feeling of heart palpitations came, and Yun Musheng felt uneasy. He hurriedly turned around and saw Qiu Mingming lying on the ground. Having become a wind spirit exorcist, he could slightly observe that Qiu Mingming was at this moment. The soul in his body is dissipating little by little with this roar.
"Qiuqiu!"
In addition to the fright and despair, a wave of rage surged into her heart. Yun Musheng turned to look at Yan Jun, who was still roaring, and couldn't help roaring: "You damn old lady, please shut up." superior!"
The pure white and fierce Kuai Xue Sword Qi turned red in an instant, and its power doubled from before, which somewhat made up for Jin Yan's lack of spiritual power.
However, there was a sudden chill in the wind, and Wan Shiwu felt strange. Looking along the chill, he saw a small, cold force gathering in the palm of Yun Musheng's left hand that was not holding the sword.
"Will such a thing happen again?" Wan Shiwu remembered the scene when Yun Musheng became the spirit exorcist in Fengling Peach Blossom. At that time, he also released this cold energy, but it was only Yun Musheng's personal habit. Martial arts, and ice-type internal power, are different from his Quick Snow Sword and should not contain spiritual power.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, Yun Musheng turned the extremely cold internal energy gathered in his left hand into an ice sword, standing in the palm of his left hand. A stream of cold air followed the wind of the fast snow sword and rushed towards Yan Jun. .
Seeing this, Wan Shiwu still shook his head. Even though the idea was good, Hanche's internal strength was ultimately a martial art condensed by internal force. It could not hurt Yan Jun's spiritual body like the Kuai Xue Sword formed by spiritual power.
But a second later, the scene in front of him made him realize how ridiculous his short-sighted knowledge was. Only a few tiny ice edges were seen inserted into the corners of Yan Jun's mouth, and then continued to spread, finally freezing his mouth and nose.
Yan Jun was still unwilling to be outdone, and still worked hard to attack the layer of ice with the spiritual power of his mouth, but the ice that sealed his mouth and nose did not stop growing. After it completely covered his mouth and nose, an ice spike suddenly appeared. The chains around it were connected, and its sharp thorns moved, and then penetrated Yan Jun's mouth, and then inserted it straight into his throat.
In an instant, Wuzhen became much quieter, and Yan Jun no longer cried out. With a little tug on the chain, he was finally sealed into the formation.
The five of them collapsed on the ground as if they were exhausted. Yun Musheng felt as if her legs and feet were as tired as bearing a big stone, but she still crawled to Qiu Mingming's side desperately.
The cheers of the people in Wuzhen came from behind. Wan Shiwu frowned and stared blankly at Yun Musheng with an expression of disbelief. He gathered the only strands of spiritual power in his body and looked in his eyes. .
I saw that there were actually two criss-crossing internal energy circuits in the young man's body, both of which turned into spiritual power. One channel gathered tens of thousands of wind blades, and one stream of extremely cold breath spread across the sky.
"He...he is actually...a dual-element exorcist?!" Wan Shiwu couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. No wonder the extremely cold air just now could also hurt the Lord of Yama, and even kill the Five Elements. The chains in the divine formation are connected.
At this time, Wan Shiwu had no time to sigh for this miraculous young man, because Wan Shiwu, who had gathered his spiritual power in his eyes, was seeing the soul of the woman in red in Yun Musheng's arms, just like in the wind and rain. The candlelight swayed faintly.
A group of people walked up to the two of them. Although they knew that it was almost impossible for people whose souls had dissipated to this point to survive, Wan Shiwu still subconsciously listened to Qiu Mingming's pulse. Somehow, he always felt that the pulse was so weak that it was about to stop. He is still holding on tenaciously, and his momentum seems to have not faded away at all.
On the side, Suzuhara Aoi sensed a strange movement in her body, and she immediately understood and said: "Please, Ancestor Nao."
After saying that, she put her hands on the back of Qiu Mingming's neck, and a burst of coquettish flames flowed from her palms into Qiu Mingming's body. Wanshiwu immediately sensed a powerful force from her body, but this It didn't seem to make Qiu Mingming's weak vitality any better.
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The fog covered the houses in the distance, the dead trees in front of them were hunched lifelessly, and the black stream under their feet was filled with a foul smell. Qiu Mingming walked forward in this harsh environment.
Not far away, I saw an old man fishing in front of a muddy pond. His facial features could not be seen clearly on his dark face, but Qiu Mingming felt like he had seen him before.
She couldn't remember why she appeared in this place, but the familiar old man gave her a vague feeling of ominousness.
"Old sir? Old sir? May I ask, where is this place?"
Qiu Mingming asked the old fishing man. However, the old man still turned his back to her and ignored her. Qiu Mingming immediately stepped forward and patted the old man's back gently.
Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly coughed violently and collapsed on the ground seemingly weakly, spitting out unknown red ice slag from his mouth.
"Old sir, what's wrong with you?"
The old man did not answer her question, but stood up tremblingly and said weakly: "Just go with me."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pull Qiu Mingming. Qiu Mingming felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to shrink back to avoid the old man's hand. Unexpectedly, she seemed to be fixed by something. Generally, one cannot move at all.
Just when the old man's claws were about to reach out, a flower from the other shore fell on the top of the old man's head, and burned instantly. The old man was so hot that he immediately retracted his hand, and it took a lot of effort to remove the flaming flower. The flowers of the other shore moved away.
It's just that the unknown strange flower seems to have its own consciousness, and can always flutter towards the old man again with the wind. Even if many petals fall off in the process, it still flutters tenaciously.
