Chapter 151

(two more)

The night is bright and the river is quiet, and the wind blows thousands of miles away.

Immortals are banished from the water palace, and the bright teeth sing.

The heavy rain gradually subsided, and water droplets slid down the angle of the bamboo hat like a curtain. Yang Ming looked down at the soul king who was stepping on the soles of his feet, and was about to pierce his heart with a sword.

However, at the next moment, a sudden change occurred!

The rain puddles accumulated on the bluestone floor bubbled up, and the rainwater suddenly clustered together, forming water snakes as thick as buckets, with snake heads, snake bodies and tails, and snake scales with wide and long nails, which were shaped so lifelike.

Dozens of water snakes opened their jaws as wide as boneless, exposing sharp teeth in an inverted triangle. With a vicious flick of their tails, they rushed towards them like wolves rushing amidst a pool of spray.

"Um?"

Yang Ming focused his eyes, and he could see through the three-gou jade writing wheel eye that a lot of soul power had been infused into these water snakes. Each water snake was raised individually, and its strength was no less than that of ordinary soul masters.

Sensing someone's support, under Yang Ming's feet, the deacon of the Wuhun Temple, who was disguised as a grocery store owner, raised his arm in shock and anger. purple mans.

In the next instant, Lingyu detached from under the armpit, turned into a sharp hidden weapon, and attacked Yang Ming's evil ghost mask head-on!

Apparently, as a soul king, being carelessly humiliated by being trampled under his feet had already made him feel resentful, and his first move was a ruthless trick.

"Humph!"

With Yang Ming's cold snort, a burly figure appeared behind Yang Ming.

Wearing an iron hat and half plate armor, with a purple scarf around his neck, he is at least 1.8 meters tall, his mouth and half of his face are hidden in the scarf, only a pair of green eyes are exposed.

The ban!

Yu Jin's strength is linked to Yang Ming's, the more soul power Yang Ming provides, the stronger his strength will be.

Yu Jin held a two-meter-long long naginata in both hands, and his wrists moved flexibly. The long naginata turned spirally like a windmill, fanning a gust of wind. Stop everything.

Taking advantage of such a short gap, the grocery store owner's feathered arms shook, and a gentle breeze dragged his heavy body away from Yang Ming quickly.

At this moment, Yang Ming has no intention of chasing him down.

Because, twelve figures in a row emerged from the shadows in the corner strangely like Japanese ninjas.

At the same time, an old figure leaning on a cane appeared at the entrance of the hospital. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as a knife and an axe. His silver hair was well-groomed and he was wearing a satin robe to cover his aging body.

It's just that his cloudy eyes, because he has been in the upper class all the year round, carry an aura of calm and prestige, which makes people dare not ignore it easily.

He is Yang Ming's target this time, Bishop Beska!

A series of seven spirit rings appeared at Bishop Beska's feet, two yellow, three purple, and two black, successively a century-old spirit ring, a thousand-year spirit ring, and a ten-thousand-year spirit ring.

Those two deep black soul rings rotated slowly, making people dare not underestimate this dying old man easily.

Bishop Beska is a soul saint of seventy-eight extremes!

Beska's dry and wrinkled lips, like an orange peel, opened slightly. It can be seen that the teeth under his lips have long since fallen off, revealing a deep throat, but his tone remained the same as before, with the strength of a superior, and said:

"The two uninvited friends, why don't you take off your mask and let the old man see, are they old acquaintances?"

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Originally, Yang Ming thought that when he saw Bishop Beska, he would be able to calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart, but when he thought about the past few years, the other party had been scheming and played with him in the palm of his hand, and the three hooks in his pupils immediately They couldn't help but speed up the rotation, faintly joining together to form some kind of peculiar pattern.

It's just that in the end, it seems that the most important opportunity is still missing. This pattern only has a rudimentary shape, but it has no power to follow, and it is difficult to make further progress.

"Miss Baoer."

Yang Ming's hoarse and deep voice sounded, and Feng Baobao immediately understood, and his figure was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Capture the thief first, capture the king first, shoot the man first and shoot the horse!

At the moment, the battle here must not be concealed. Only before the titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall arrives, before the Soto City guards react, kill Bishop Beska as quickly as possible, and then leave calmly.

Feng Baobao's speed was very fast, but the twelve figures protecting Bishop Beska's attack came even faster!

A deformed figure seemed to come out of the wall, with five spirit rings appearing under its feet, with both palms pressed on the ground, the purple spirit rings were dazzling.

This man's martial soul is very strange, it is called the ground wall.

As long as it is the wall and the ground, he can exert influence, and the effect is very limited.

But under certain circumstances, it can have power beyond imagination.

If the Wuhun Palace hadn't discovered him, a geek among the common people, with his deformed body shape and wonderful Wuhun, let alone becoming a Soul King, it would be extremely difficult to even obtain a Soul Ring to become a Soul Master. Might not even survive to adulthood.

The next moment, the bluestone floor was lifted up by this man like a carpet!

The ground is bumpy up and down, and the floating slope is very steep, just like the undulating waves, one wave overwhelms the other, and the wave is far higher than the other.

Caught off guard, Feng Baobao staggered and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Feng Baobao's roots were very solid, she immediately sank into her dantian, gathered her legs and soles of her feet, and her feet seemed to be rooted, letting the ground continue to churn, she was as stable as an old dog like a sea needle.

It's just that, although Feng Baobao avoided the bumps, he also stopped chasing.

For the remaining eleven figures, each of the Eight Immortals crossed the sea showed their supernatural powers, and each used their martial arts and soul skills, and all kinds of attacks came pouring in like overwhelming waves.

The twelve soul kings and soul emperors of the soul sect joined forces, and the strong fluctuations in soul power disturbed the surrounding air.

boom!

A burst of smoke and dust rose, Feng Baobao flew upside down from it, the black robe was torn a few holes, and in a glimpse, skin tender enough to squeeze out water could be seen.

Those wounds recovered in an instant. Feng Baobao got up from the rain puddle, slapping the rainwater on his body as if nothing happened, and faintly outlined a very attractive arc from the soaked black robe.

"Um?"

Bishop Beska, who was watching quietly at first, let out a sound of surprise and suspicion.

Those turbid eyes subconsciously opened a little wider, trying to see more clearly, of course, he didn't want to see something through the soaked black robe, even if he wanted to, it was because the upper body had thoughts, and the lower body couldn't help it, right?

The focus of Beiska's attention is obviously not this, but...

This man in black didn't use his martial soul and soul ring?

Shouldn't I be dazzled?