The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Wu Zetian's face changed drastically, and he stepped on the ground with one foot, and his figure flew into the sky, moving and spinning at high speed in the air.

It's useless, Di Jun's soul is tightly stuck to her body like a maggot attached to the bone, eating away at her body bit by bit.

Hit, can't hit, shake, can't shake.

"You didn't intend to help me at all, but took the opportunity to seize my body!"

Wu Zetian raised her brows upside down, although she was angry, she didn't know how to get rid of it for a while.

"Who said that when I successfully seize the house, I will naturally help this body to be promoted to the king." Di Jun chuckled, with a sinister smile.

"Shameless!" Wu Zetian spat with his eyes wide open.

It's all my fault that I was too careless, and was dazzled by the hope of promotion.

I can't get rid of it alone, so I have to go to the lower realm to find Di Qing's help.

Wu Zetian's mind turned, Dang even manipulated half of his body to move towards the gate of heaven.

"It's not that easy to leave."

The other leg stumbled uncontrollably, Wu Zetian staggered and almost fell.

At the same time, she grabbed her neck with one hand.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Di Jun accelerated the speed of seizing the house.

Wu Zetian experienced first-hand what it means to turn his elbows outward, and his beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost.

In terms of strength of mind and soul alone, Di Jun undoubtedly surpassed her by a lot, and such exhaustion can only have one ending.

That is when Di Jun successfully seized the house, her soul was either abandoned or refined.

You cannot sit still. . .Wu Zetian's eyes froze, and he made a tactic with his right hand, and a palm-sized silver mantra emerged in his palm.

The spell of purifying the gods is specially aimed at the attack of the soul.

Being able to cast spells is currently Wu Zetian's only advantage. Although Di Jun has occupied her normal body, he can't control that half of her body to use spells.

Flipping the palm of his hand, the spell in his palm shone brightly, and he slapped hard on his left chest.

This move kills the first thousand and damages itself by [-]. The spell of clearing the gods will cause damage to the souls of both of them, but Di Jun, who controls the left half of his body, will suffer more damage.

boom!

The silver light exploded, and the air wave shook.

Wu Zetian and Di Jun's expressions were stiff at the same time.

Especially Di Jun, half of the soul that had already entered Wu Zetian's body was about to collapse, and the black shadow left outside had dull eyes and did not move.

Wu Zetian was the first to wake up from the trance, stepped on her right foot, and flew towards the gate of heaven.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter. . .

The moment Di Jun woke up, Wu Zetian flicked his jade arm, sending a wave of air behind him, and escaped to the gate of heaven with the force of the recoil.

It finally came out. . .A look of joy appeared on Wu Zetian's charming face, and she jumped down from the inverted sky.

However, in the next second, a scarlet magic circle suddenly appeared, imprisoning her in the air.

This is Ming's magic circle. . .Wu Zetian's brows were upside down: "You dog, don't you even recognize the emperor? Hurry up and get rid of the magic circle!"

The white-clothed warlock laughed and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will cast the spell right away."

He silently recited the incantation, raised his middle finger and index finger, pointed at Wu Zetian suddenly, and shot a cold light from his fingertips.

boom!

Wu Zetian, who was imprisoned in the air, had no way of avoiding it. After suffering this blow, he felt his soul tremble and fell into a brief dizziness.

"Nice job."

Di Jun chuckled and took the opportunity to occupy the other quarter of Wu Zetian's body.

After one breath, Wu Zetian regained consciousness and realized that three-quarters of his body had been taken away by Di Jun, and his pretty face was so cold that it could almost freeze.

She was lucky enough to stop Di Jun's invasion, and said through gritted teeth: "Ming, what do you mean?"

"Your Majesty, as you can see."

The white-clothed warlock smiled slightly: "I am originally under Lord Fallen Angel, and Ming Shiyin is my real name."

Ming Shiyin. . .Wu Zetian recalled the memorandum from the Great Wall, narrowed his eyes and said, "So you are the one who controls the demon seeds to disrupt the border."

Ming Shiyin shook his head and said, "I'm ashamed to say that the army of millions of demons failed to take down the Great Wall."

Wu Zetian snorted: "If you can't take down the Great Wall, you're planning to attack Chang'an?"

"No, our goal has never been Chang'an, but you."

Ming Shiyin raised his hand to add a piece of mana to the confinement circle, and said with a smile: "To be precise, it is your body. As long as you get your body, Lord Fallen God will be able to recover [-]% of his strength. At that time, the entire Continent of Kings will be in the presence of no one." could thwart our plans."

"You know that what I desire most is to advance to the realm of the king. I am sure that I will not give up the hope of advancing. What a plan."

Wu Zetian sneered, and her tone suddenly turned cold: "But do you really think that there is no one in my Tang Dynasty?"

Ming Shiyin frowned, and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind.

Chapter 83: Jiang Aiqing, come and help me

Murderous intent emerged from behind, Ming Shiyin sacrificed the peony magic weapon, and shot a bloody light with his backhand.

boom!

The huge flywheel exploded, shooting out countless pieces like knives.

Ming Shiyin calmly propped up a protective barrier to protect himself and the magic circle that imprisoned Wu Zetian.

The short hybrid demon turned sharply in the air, gave up attacking Ming Shiyin, and swished in front of another person.

"Oops, I forgot to put a barrier on Liu Zhe!"

Ming Shiyin's face changed slightly, and with a thought, the protective barrier stretched towards Liu Zhe.

"late!"

A gleam flashed across Li Yuanfang's big and agile eyes, and he aimed at Liu Zhe's chest and threw the throwing knife in his hand.