Ning Qiwei saw his heart glowing and getting brighter. The only thing he could do was to concentrate all his magic power in the Jiang Palace of the Central Dantian to resist the unparalleled power. It penetrated into his chest like a venomous snake. His sharp teeth were biting on the heart, and he was only injected with venom...

Feng Ruhui's eyes passed through the body in front of her, treating it as a pure cover. She wanted to protect Si Ming Ding, which was her beloved thing and the beloved person.

After all, Si Mingding Ding is just a magic weapon. She needs to cast spells to retain the soul that is striving to escape. It and she both need souls, which is their communication bridge, but now there is a heart of the once beloved person in the middle.

The stalemate will end soon.

The only person on the top of the mountain was Lan Binggu. Looking at the light on Master Pang Shan’s chest, she felt that something was going to be wrong. It had nothing to do with her identity as a Taoist priest of Yin Yin, and it was completely instinctive alert. She turned around and flew back to the carriage, and immediately used the fish and dragon formation.

The formation has been arranged long ago, and thousands of scattered cultivators took their place in the rain, silently slandering the ruthlessness and cruelty of the life and death master. However, the moment the formation began to operate, all these thoughts disappeared, and they were willing to become a tiny part to form a powerful whole.

A huge human figure taller than the mountain appeared in the night rain, stretching out his hands to block Lan Bingku.

Lan Binggu looked around, looking for Zuo Liuying's figure. The little bastard should have appeared. This was the moment when he decided the outcome. He could ignore the life and death of the master, but he could not ignore the whereabouts of his soul.

But the head of the Pangshan Ban Secret Clan remains mysterious. Lan Binggu saw the battle situation on the other side of Luanjing Mountain, and the few attackers retreated. This is an inevitable result. With just a few Pangshan breath-taking disciples and dozens of Taoist priests of the Lanzhu Clan, it is impossible to defeat Luanjing Mountain. What is strange is that the Taoist priests of the Five Elements Clan of Pangshan - they were only watching at first, and after the clear smoke from the Siming Ding arrived, they were controlled again. Joined the Luanjing Mountain camp. When the Pangshan camp was defeated and retreated, they gave up the pursuit and retreated with their fellow disciples.

This can only show one thing: Si Mingding's control over them is rapidly weakening, and Feng Ruhui is concentrating all his strength against Ning Qiwei.

"Is there a better time?" Lan Binggu murmured to himself, more urgent than everyone, "Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying, where are you hiding? Why haven't you appeared yet?"

The Siming Ding was finally completely overwhelmed.

Soul and soul are both invisible things, and they can only be felt through spells and magic weapons. Mu Xingqiu felt that something was approaching the Frost Soul Sword, slowly but unshakable. At the same time, his pressure was greatly reduced, and Si Ming Ding seemed... unable to compete with him for soul.

The bald man pressed on Ning Qiwei's back and shouted in his mouth, hoping to provide the master with a little insignificant help.

The black whip hit, entangled the bald man and threw it into the sky. The throwing power was extremely powerful. The head disappeared instantly, and the sharp screams came to the ground after a while.

Mu Xingqiu could only do this. Although he summoned his soul, Ning Qiwei could not hold on. Just see Lan Bingguru's posture on the opposite side, you will know how much destruction Feng Ruhui's attack will bring.

He continued to cast spells to attract souls, and he didn't care what would happen in the next moment. The bald man would survive and Pang Shan would take care of his life.

With Feng Ruhui's smile, Ning Qiwei's body melted. The light in his heart suddenly turned into a dazzling white fire. The fire tore his body apart and was swallowing him up, bringing pain deep into his bone marrow. Even the master couldn't bear it, but he would not open his mouth and scream, but he just made a muffled sound from his throat.

Feng Ruhui's face was still smiling, indifferent to Ning Qiwei's destruction, his arms grew rapidly, and he passed through his body melted by flames, and grabbed the soul on the way back to the sword. It was a treasure she had found through so much difficulty, with her magic mark on it. As long as it had not completely merged with Fangfang's soul, her connection with Si Ming Ding would not be broken, and she could master it again.

Bang! Ning Qiwei was burned out, the flames burst, instantly swallowing the entire mountain, burning all the plants, and then disappearing. The shield that had been sheltering from the wind and rain also disappeared, and the rain fell to the ground.

The two giant hands that were blocking Lan Bing Cur were ignited, and the flames climbed the giant's whole body along the arm, but it finally blocked most of the flames. Lan Bing Cur could protect himself and the entire carriage with just a spell cast.

The giant screamed behind her, and the fish and dragon formation collapsed. He paid a heavy price to protect the Dharma King. Many scattered cultivators died of this attack, but she didn't even look back. She stared at Si Mingding and muttered Zuo Liuying's name in a low voice.

Feng Ruhui grabbed the soul and added a layer of soul protection to himself, blocking the flames. Then she froze there and did not immediately send the soul back to the cauldron.

The young demon also grabbed the soul, one step ahead of Feng Ruhui. His two little hands tightly held a piece of void, and what Feng Ruhui grabbed was actually its fist.

Mu Xingqiu was not dead, and he was also protected by a layer of soul protection power. This power came from the Frost Soul Sword, but it was not inspired by him, but the young demon.

Ning Qiwei turned into ashes, and the pale yellow inner elixir fell to the ground, no one paid attention to it.

There was no more isolation between Feng Ruhui and the young demon. She was able to look at it carefully for the first time. Her dark blue skin looked a little dirty, and her thin and ugly face seemed to be reincarnated as a starving ghost, but her power was quite strong.

"True illusion." Feng Ruhui smiled. She was no longer interested. Naturally, she would no longer think about the unfaithful people she used to be. She only cared about Si Mingding and Soul, "What's the use?"

She gradually increased her strength, and the young demon's heart also shone with light. But Mu Xingqiu could not help it. He had to continue to activate Fangfang's soul to regain the soul that was close to him.

"Ha, you guys are fighting, Zuo Liuying is the only winner." Lan Binggu said loudly, she was impatient to wait, "What a good move to kill someone with a knife, Zuo Liuying! You won, Ning Qiwei was killed, and the next master of Pang Shan is you, what are you waiting for? Of course, you don't care about an inhaled Taoist priest, but you don't care about your soul? There is also real fantasy. Haven't you been studying this thing? Are you scared? Come out!"

Zuo Liuying still disappeared, but nearly a thousand pairs of cold eyes appeared in the air around the mountain. This was not a casual cultivator from Lianhaishan, but a Taoist priest of Luanjingshan who had just repelled the attacker. They floated in the air, staring at Feng Ruhui and the young demon who were fighting for their souls.

Lan Binggu shut up her mouth. These Taoist priests were controlled by Si Mingding. Alarming them would cause big trouble. She no longer had the fish and dragon formation to protect herself.

A red light shot from the air, hitting the wind like darkness.

Lan Binggu raised his hand and a jade bracelet flew into the sky, dispersing the red light, and after a moment, he brought back a head.

The bigger jade bracelet wrapped around the bald man's forehead, making him unable to cast spells or escape.

"Let me go! You... old and ugly woman." The bald man couldn't break free, and his mouth could only move.

"Idiot, I saved your life." Lan Binggu waved his hand, and the jade bracelet flew into the carriage with his head, "Let Zuo Liuying deal with the endgame, no one else will participate."

No one participated, the bald man shouted for a while, his mouth was blocked by a scarf and slap. The Taoist priests of Luanjingshan just floated in the air to watch, layer by layer, like a crown worn on the mountain.

Mu Xingqiu was exhausted, and his potential was not endless. He felt that his body had been hollowed out and he was left with an empty air. He was as puzzled as Lan Binggu. Pangshan Grandmaster Ning Qiwei sacrificed his life to win some precious time. What was Zuo Liuying doing? This was his plan, but he refused to show up for a long time.

If it hadn't been to experience many things, Mu Xingqiu would have developed the same suspicion as Lan Binggu, but he still firmly believed that things would not end like this.

Another small group of Taoist priests flew over and stopped with the Taoist priests in Luanjingshan. They had just fought a battle, but now they were not wary of each other. Their souls were fighting for, and Feng Ruhui no longer had the energy to control so many Taoist priests through the Siming Ding.

Yang Qingyin was about to rush forward to help, but was stopped by her mother. She was a middle-aged woman with a serious expression. She had already escaped from Si Mingding's control. "Don't go over, you can't help."

"But... he is almost unable to hold on. If he doesn't help, the winner will be Feng Ruhui." Yang Qingyin knew that her magic power was too weak in such an occasion, but she couldn't watch indifferently.

"Feng Ruhui doesn't want to damage his soul, so he is so careful. Anyone who intervenes may make her bets and wait for Zuo Liuying to come."

Yang Qingyin had no choice but to do anything. Her mother, who had thought she had no concern for her, actually recognized her at the last moment, thus breaking away from Si Mingding's control and taking the attacker to retreat to Luanjing Mountain. It was also her mother who found that Si Mingding's control had been greatly weakened and rushed here, but could only watch the battle from a distance.

"Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying..." Yang Qingyin whispered the name of the first seat and looked at each other with Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao. No one knew where Zuo Liuying was hiding at this moment.

Mu Xingqiu didn't notice that there were thousands of Taoist priests around the mountain. He still held the hilt of the sword with both hands and knelt on the ground with one leg with a plop. His strength was exhausted and he could no longer cast any spells.

Without the illusion, Fangfang's soul returned to the Frost Soul Sword.

The power of the young demon also disappeared at the same time, and the light in his chest turned into flames, which was relatively small in scale, but only swallowed it and did not expand outward.

Feng Ruhui grabbed the burning void tightly, knowing that the soul was in his hands.

She won, and she wanted to kill all the rebels. Anyway, this is the source of power of the Siming tripod. She wanted to wash away the spell marks on the Frost Soul Sword and send all the souls inside into the Siming tripod.

Everything is in her hands.

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and finally saw a familiar figure - Zuo Liuying appeared at the most inappropriate time, with dark clouds covered with dark clouds above his head.

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