In order to escape for his life, the Skeleton Patriarch no longer cared about anything. He threw out all four magic weapons, just to seize the fleeting chance to escape into the earthly evil wind world inside and outside his home.
He had even thought about relying on the suppression of the barrier to deal with Wang Bu, Wu Sheng, and the mysterious fat man. If that still didn't work, which was not a small possibility, he would simply hide back in the Spring and Autumn Period.
If you want to erode my Evil Yin Wind Realm, that's up to you. I don't believe you can finish it in twenty years. You only need to give me seven years, ancestor, to heal my injuries, refining the Yin Soul, reorganizing the army, and refining the magic weapon. Make an appointment with a few Taoist friends, and it’s not too late to look for bad luck!
Of course, we must not let go of today's revenge. We must first seize the schools of Chu, Wu and Yue and take away their property to make up for the losses.
In the blink of an eye, the Skeleton Patriarch had already escaped a hundred feet away. He only had to fly forward a few dozen feet to enter his own barrier. But this is still not enough. The suppression of the enemy's realm by the edge of the barrier is nothing. We need to fly farther, and every extra mile we fly in is one more mile!
Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...
Three feet, two feet, one foot...
Finally, half of the body went in!
However, a rag bag suddenly appeared behind him. At some point, Wang Bu got rid of the interference of the Yinfeng Guhun Lamp and chased him.
The mouth of the bag opened towards the Skeleton Patriarch and immediately captured his body.
In a normal one-on-one fight, the Skeleton Patriarch would not be so easily controlled by Wang Bu, but today is different. He has no fighting spirit in his heart, has no treasures on his body, and has lost most of his energy. At this time, he is at the end of his strength. …
The Skeleton Patriarch exerted his last bit of strength and leaned forward, trying hard to push his head and upper body into the barrier by an additional three points. It seemed that this would give him three more points of hope of escape.
This was just psychological self-comfort, and it had no effect at all. Wang Bu grabbed his ankle, which was lagging behind, and stuffed it into his rag pocket.
Soles, ankles, calves, knees, thighs...
Wang Bu dragged it back little by little, and the Skeleton Patriarch entered his pocket little by little.
I really want to go home. Juan Lian, the ancestor of skeletons, glanced at the Earthly Evil Yin Wind Realm in front of him and exploded the sea of qi with determination.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Even if the body cannot go back, Yang Shen will go back!
The great monk of Hedao explodes his own Qi sea, which is so heroic. If he really explodes completely, not a single blade of grass will grow within a radius of ten miles, and not even Wang Bu can stop it.
Wang Bu sighed and stuffed the Skeleton Patriarch's body into his pocket at the moment when his sea of qi exploded. He murmured: "I expected you to do this, why bother... My pocket doesn't eat people..."
There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the pocket shook. The originally powerful Hedao monk revealed himself, but only had such a slight impact, which was really shocking.
After the shock, Wang Bu opened the mouth of the bag, pulled it open, and looked inside. A puff of black smoke floated out, which made him cry. He sneezed several times in a row, and stretched out his hand to fight at the mouth of the bag. Wave to disperse the smoke.
In the smoke, a black shadow shot out, it was the Yang Shen of the Skeleton Patriarch, and his speed was extremely fast.
Wu Sheng's bow was like a full moon, and he was about to shoot the last arrow of true essence, but he stopped again. The Yang God of the Skeleton Patriarch had been held in Wang Bu's palm. After a little rubbing, it shattered into black ash and slipped from Wang Bu's fingers.
Facts have shown that it is never easy to survive through Yangshen's escape. At least five similar incidents that Wu Sheng has personally experienced failed.
Such as Gong Yeqian, Zuo Shenyin, Jiang Ying, Zhang Zijin, and the Skeleton Patriarch, without exception.
Wang Bu turned his bag upside down, shook it, and a pile of smoke and dust fell. When the smoke and dust fell, there was a little fluorescent light floating three feet above the ground, which was the godhead of the Skeleton Patriarch.
Wang Bu was not polite and inserted the skeleton ancestor's godhead into his own consciousness, blending it with the captured dragon-headed god's godhead. He was so comfortable that his mouth split open: "Not bad!"
The process of fusing the godhead can improve the quality of one's own godhead, and at the same time, one can easily merge the original owner's enchantments into one's own. Right in front of Wu Sheng and Sang Tianwu, the wasteland originally full of tombs began to rumble and deform, with some rising upwards and some sinking downwards, forming complex and changeable mountains and valleys.
Soon, dark clouds gathered thickly and heavy rain poured down. The rainwater gathered into streams and rivers, washing away the gloomy evil spirit between the heaven and the earth.
Wang Bu's witchcraft world is all about mist-shrouded fairy mountains and fairy valleys, which are incompatible with the Skeleton Patriarch's earthly wasteland. He didn't want to preserve it, so he immediately started to transform it.
The remaining resisting army of soul soldiers in the distance also dissipated into dirt, and even the chariots and weapons did the same, and no trace could be found anymore.
Wu Sheng and Sang Tianwu watched silently. This was also a learning process.
Wang Bu was busy for a long time, and then he seemed to remember, and said apologetically to Wu Sheng and Sang Tian: "Lao Sang, little friends, I didn't say hello to you, just...well, I thought this was an agreement, but I should still inform you in advance. You two, I apologize to you."
Wu Sheng and Sang Tianwu shook their heads together: "You continue, you continue."
I watched like this for seven whole days, observing Wang Bu's transformation of the earth evil wind realm, and watching him merge the newly captured realm soil with his own witchcraft realm.
This was a long process. After Wang Bu was busy with the preliminary affairs, he was ready to leave. He pointed at Wu Sheng and Sang Tian Wudao: "We are all good friends. If you have troubles next time, you can look for me! Xiao! Friend, you have my wormwood mountain, but Lao Sang doesn’t have it yet..."
In a flash of thought, he moved a small hill from his own Wuzhen Realm and placed it on the edge of the Heshuo Fire Talisman Realm in the other direction. He said: "Old Sang, this newly occupied realm is very suitable for you. There are so many volcanic lands. Yan, the best in alchemy, I suggest you not make any major changes, well, you can’t make any major changes, this is your first barrier. Okay, it’s time for me to go!"
Wu Sheng followed Wang Bu's instructions and took back the spiritual power of the Garcinia Realm of Heaven and Earth, Qiankun, and eliminated it as much as possible from Wang Bu's barrier. Of course, it was impossible to eliminate them all. It was difficult to achieve. The elimination was more than 99%. , you can separate.
There was another shock between heaven and earth. Wang Bu stood on the top of a mountain in his house and waved to Wu Sheng and Sang Tianwu: "See you two!"
As the two waved goodbye, Wang Bu left with Wuzhenjie, just like driving a boat out to sea at the dock, but the sea was endless darkness, and soon swallowed Wuzhenjie.
After he left, Sang Tianwu took out two divine beings, one belonging to the divine beast Yanhuo and the other belonging to Zhang Zijin.
Wu Sheng suggested: "Master, it's better to absorb Zhang Zijin's godhead. Bachelor Wang also said that his barrier is the most suitable for Master."
Sang Tianwu indeed loved those volcanoes and earth flames very much, and he was not polite at the moment, taking Zhang Zijin's godhead into his consciousness, while Wu Sheng took the godhead of Yan Huo to improve the quality of his own godhead.
