Su Ming's scalp was numb, and although Li Muyi was still expressionless, his heart was extremely shaken.

Because this is Yuan Huangsun's special skill, which can change time. Originally, no one could learn this taboo fairy art, but because of the special feature of Yuan Huangsun's divine eyes, he learned it instead. Able to become the Holy Son of the Supreme Daoist Academy.

Unexpectedly, after Yuan Huangjun occupied Yuan Huangsun's body, he would be able to use his immortal skills immediately.

Originally, she was just about to devour all the immortal yuan, but after letting him stir it up like this, she immediately returned to the state before she devoured it all.

"Hahaha, the taste of not being able to swallow the immortal essence is not good. This deity was also so uncomfortable before, and now I want you to taste this uncomfortable feeling too!"

He laughed wantonly.

"Fellow Daoist, please help me stop him for a while. After he has used this fairy technique once, he will not be able to use it again for at least one day."

Li Muyi's face was pale, and he said softly.

Su Ming also looked dignified, nodded:

"Relax and leave it to me."

But in his heart he was secretly crying.

"Hmph, it's useless even if you stop the deity again. It's your strongest move just now. Even if you use it again, it's useless for the deity."

After finishing speaking, the third eye on Yuan Huangjun's forehead immediately looked at the three fairy swords floating behind Su Ming.

With just one glance, the three fairy swords were imprisoned.

The three fairy swords immediately made a violent sword cry, as if they were struggling desperately.

Su Ming's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly used the Wendao voucher again, his whole body was shining with golden light, and a golden wheel emerged from behind him.

The golden light enveloped Su Ming's body, like a golden God of War.

His aura rose steadily, and then he slapped Yuan Huangjun three times in succession.

The murmurs of Sanskrit sounds kept lingering in Yuan Huangjun's ears, as if they had played a little role.

He held his head and closed his eyes in pain:

"Damn it, what kind of noise is this, shut up! Shut up!"

Then he stared at Su Ming, gritted his teeth and said:

"Damn it, you guys forced me to use what I didn't want to use!"

Immediately, the third eye shone brightly, and a very thin red silk thread floated out from it.

He grabbed it with his big hand, and the red silk thread immediately turned into a red spear in his hand.

Su Ming frowned, he actually felt the breath of death on the spear.

"Hehehe, this is the killing mood of my deity. Boy, your soul power is not bad. Originally, my killing mood, if others just take a look at it, they will go insane, as if they are in a sea of ​​​​blood hell."

"I didn't expect you kid to be fine. You surprised me more and more."

As if his murderous nature had been fully aroused, his hair instantly turned blood red, and his clothes also turned red, making him look like a murderous god.

He licked his lips, looked at Li Muyi who was still absorbing Xianyuan behind Su Ming, his eyes flashed, and he decided to make a thunderous move.

"Killing intent!" He yelled, and immediately moved his gun to Su Ming.

Su Ming was shocked. At this time, only 7 times were left in the questioning period, and he immediately used his artistic conception.

"The mood of the moon!"

I saw the bright moon appearing behind him, turning gently behind Su Ming at this moment, the moon glowed like water, and countless flying swords flew out behind Su Ming, rushing towards Yuan Huangjun with the bright moonlight.

As soon as Su Ming pointed at the body of the spear, the spear was immediately bounced off.

It seems that two people are fighting against each other, but it is actually a duel between artistic conception and artistic conception.

As a result, Su Ming inhaled a trace of the opponent's murderous aura, immediately felt a pain in his head, and quickly performed the exercises to eliminate the murderous aura in his body.

Then he drove the flying sword to surround Yuan Huangjun, and the artistic conception merged into the flying sword, making a cage temporarily formed around him.

While Yuan Huangjun was dealing with his artistic conception, he hurried to Li Muyi's side and asked:

"Grandma, how long will you last? I can't hold it anymore. He has too many tricks. I really can't hold it."

I don't know if it was because Yuan Huangjun interrupted the absorption. When she absorbed it again, she felt that the speed was countless times slower. It could have been absorbed quickly, but now it took at least ten times longer.

She said helplessly: "One more stick of incense, I will be able to absorb it in just one stick of incense, fellow daoist, please help me procrastinate a little longer, I will be rewarded later."

Hearing the reward, Su Ming's eyes lit up immediately, and then he asked:

"Sister Xianjun, can you tell me in advance about the reward you mentioned."

She froze for a moment, then said helplessly:

"If I destroy that Yuan Huang-jun, it will probably dissipate as well. Before dissipating, I will give you all my life's insights and the remaining immortal power in my body."

"Your current realm is only raised temporarily, but with the insight and immortal power that I have given you, you can be promoted to the current realm. I guarantee that it will only take 3 months."

After hearing her words, Su Ming suddenly became excited, and quickly patted his chest to promise:

"Sister Xianjun, leave it to me, isn't it just the time for a stick of incense, ten sticks of incense will find a way to stop it for you!"

"Then please."

Li Muyi nodded amusedly, and then continued to concentrate on absorbing the immortal essence.

While they were chatting and playing, the battle on Yuan Huangjun's side was already heating up.

After all, it is only a temporary promotion to the realm, which is not as good as Yuan Huangjun's promotion.

The flying sword group has begun to gradually collapse, and Su Ming's heart is trembling with distress.

But now Su Ming has no extra means to deal with him, he can only sacrifice his Golden Thunder Sword, and continue to hold Yuan Huangjun back.

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"Damn it, God Su sees that Qian's eyes are wide open, and he obviously can't beat it, so he agrees to come down. It takes about half an hour for a stick of incense."

"Half an hour, it can't last that long, does God Su have any other cards?"

"As far as my impression of staring at the live broadcast room every day is concerned, it seems to be gone."

"My good fellow, how can God Su think of a way to hold that pervert back?"

"By the way, isn't there a magic conch? Just ask the magic conch."

"Oh yes, but God Su couldn't see what we said, so I can only hope that he can remember to use it."

And just when Su Ming was at a loss, his good disciple Bai Ling'er muttered to himself:
"It's all because of that tattered magical conch that told us to come here. It's okay if we don't come here."

That's right, I also have a magic conch!
Su Ming's eyes lit up.

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