Yama arrives

"you"

Just as Dong Mingyuan opened his mouth, another mouthful of old blood spewed out. This time he was angry.

"Why are you so noisy in the middle of the night? What happened?" A loud voice suddenly floated from far away.

The expressions of the disciples of the Dong family changed drastically, and they all stood with their heads held high, as if they were welcoming the arrival of an important person.

after a few seconds.

A black shadow came.

It landed on a tall building next to the garden, standing with hands behind hands, long clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending from the earth.

"I have seen the master!"

in unison.

Dong Mingyuan immediately stepped forward, stood under the house and looked up at the man: "Brother! You've come, someone dared to come to Dong's house to make trouble, and even ruined Xu'er's skills."

On the roof, the expression of the calm and calm man changed dramatically. His foot slipped and he almost fell off. He raised his voice, "What are you talking about? Xu'er was crippled?"

Dong Mingyuan was trembling with fright, sighing in his heart that the gap between the true spirit and the holy spirit is really a world of difference.Dong Mingshu just exuded some aura from his body under his rage, which made him almost out of breath.

Therefore, Dong Mingyuan couldn't bear the blame, he couldn't bear the anger of his elder brother.

"Brother! The murderer is there, and he is very powerful. Please take action and avenge Xu'er."

Dong Mingshu just glanced at Du Yun, and Du Yun immediately felt a overwhelming aura, but that aura soon disappeared, and Dong Mingshu flew down in the garden to check Dong Fangxu's situation.

A moment later, a roar came from the garden.

Dong Mingshu soared into the sky in an instant, swooped down like a giant dragon, condensed his palm into the air, and sent Du Yun flying on the spot.

"Bold madman! Dare to hurt my child, if I don't kill you today, I will be ashamed to be a generation of holy king!"

After falling to the ground, Du Yun began to vomit blood profusely. Just as his blood stabilized, he was overwhelmed by Dong Mingshu's angry roar.

Du Yun could fight against late stage or even peak True Spirit cultivators, but under the power of the Holy King, he was still a little helpless.

"The biggest difference between the true spirit and the holy spirit is breath and consciousness. True spirit monks condense their spiritual power, but their consciousness is only in the form of thoughts; when stepping into the Holy Spirit, their spiritual power is sublimated into qi, and their thoughts are transformed into consciousness."

"Now your spiritual power is far inferior to the opponent's stellar qi. If you want to have a chance of survival, you can only play a role in the offensive of spiritual consciousness."

In the spirit sealing ball, the old monster spoke lightly.

Du Yun originally planned to withdraw, but after hearing the old monster's words, he felt a sense of war in his heart. How precious is this opportunity to fight against the powerful Holy Spirit.

Hit with one palm.

Du Yun did not die on the spot.

A look of surprise flashed in Dong Mingshu's eyes, and then another slap struck him.

The air seemed to be cracked, forming a handprint of stellar energy, that handprint was about to condense into a real object, and fell from the sky quickly, like a big mountain falling.

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Du Yun didn't even think about it, he jumped to the limit.

All the spiritual power was condensed on the soles of the feet, and it flew more than ten meters away in an instant.

Fingerprints fell to the ground.

The bluestone road was smashed into a big hole, and the gravel was flying, and the scene was shocking.

Having narrowly escaped, Du Yun immediately counterattacked.

But he saw him standing motionless in the garden, his thoughts were condensed, and instantly surged like a sea.

At this time, Dong Mingshu's third palm struck.

Seeing that the Gang Qi handprints in the void were about to condense, Dong Mingshu's expression changed drastically, as if he had encountered a great crisis, he quickly put away his offensive and flew back to the top of the building next to the garden.

Just now, Du Yun launched a spiritual offensive, like a sharp knife hidden in the dark night, which almost gave Dong Mingshu a fatal blow.Fortunately, Dong Mingshu has already stepped into the Holy Spirit, and his spiritual consciousness has formed. At the critical moment, he noticed the emergence of a crisis and resolved it in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

But Dong Mingshu had obviously escaped, but Dong Mingshu's expression became dignified.

In the darkness, his eyes radiated a cold light, and he looked at Du Yun tens of meters away, and a majestic and cold voice floated out: "You are a true spirit cultivator, how can you get your spiritual consciousness?"

One sentence caused a sensation among the disciples of the Dong family.

That kid has formed a consciousness?

how can that be!

"Who stipulated that only monks of the Holy Spirit can condense spiritual consciousness? It's because your vision is low, so why make a fuss!" Du Yun finally let out a bad breath, and he was very happy.

Dong Mingshu's eyes spit fire.

A holy king cannot be humiliated.

A mere True Spirit cultivator dares to be so presumptuous, which is definitely provoking his majesty.

Swish!

Sudden.

There was a strange energy fluctuation in the air.

The disciple of the Dong family only felt as if a needle had been pricked in his mind, and then the pain disappeared, as if something had passed out of the air.

That was Dong Mingshu's condensed spiritual consciousness, which turned into a palm and killed Du Yun.

The attack of divine consciousness is very different from the attack of stellar energy. There is no physical existence, but the attack is completed when the mind flashes.

This is a superb technique, killing people invisible.

But Du Yun absorbed thousands of soul thoughts, and practiced the soul cultivation method to a small degree. His current consciousness has been strengthened several times, and he has already competed with the powerful Holy Spirit. How could he be easily tricked.

Spiritual thoughts urged.

With a slash of the saber, Dong Mingshu's palm was instantly broken, and the saber went forward bravely, hitting Dong Mingshu.

Everyone can't see the attack of spiritual consciousness.

But seeing Dong Mingshu suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The crowd boiled.