Chapter 743 Dusty

At the same time, within the vault, Qingming was frowning and waiting silently in place.

At this time, the time of three breaths has passed, no matter whether Yuan Mengzi succeeds or fails, there should be a result.

She knows that her uncle is best at the art of dreamless heart-drawing, and is proficient in the Dao of Dreams.

Maybe he is not very good at melee fighting, but as long as he is hit by this illusion technique, it is basically hopeless.

Even if Gao Yuanmengzi is half a realm, he will be tortured to death by various means in the hallucinatory dream.

Also very good at group battles, the most outstanding record. That is, before he breaks through to the divine realm, he drags a number of people of the same level in the fairyland into a dream. One person died, and several people were seriously injured and fled.

Therefore, this ability will be selected by more than a dozen holy realms of the Taoist sect, and sit in the Dao Lingqiong realm on the eve of the start of the spiritual tide.

Since Zong Shou has fallen into Wumeng's heart, he should have died at this moment.

Therefore, what she is most worried about now is whether Wumengzi can return safely this time——

After the fourth breath passed, Qingming felt inexplicably anxious, wishing to step out of the sky to see what happened.

But he could only suppress himself and continue to wait. But at this moment, a feeling of heart-beating suddenly rose in his chest.

Qingming raised his head suddenly, with a slightly dazed expression, looking into the distance.

—What the hell is going on here? A sense of ominousness permeates the heart.

At the same time that Zong Shou fell into a dream, Shui Lingbo also felt it for the first time.

With a solemn expression, a thunder mark flickered between his brows. Subconsciously, Zong Shou's body was protected with a series of massive thunder lights.

Then when the scarlet red flames dispersed, Shui Lingbo's thoughts only reacted.

At this time, I realized that Zongshou's reaction was definitely not slower than hers.

The eighteen silver ants all dispersed immediately. Weaved into a silver net, completely sealing off the space within a thousand feet around.

Han Xi and Xiao Jin are on the left and the right. Hovering on both sides of Zong Shou. Look vigilant, do not give the slightest chance.

Shui Lingbo felt even more solemn in his heart. With a deep murderous intent, he glanced at the figure on the lonely cliff hundreds of miles away.

Then he sighed slightly, this Yuan Mengzi was really desperate.

——For such a confrontation, she was helpless. want to help. There is no way to help. Only by the side. Wait for the result.

Anxiety in my heart, but only after a few breaths. Shui Lingbo already frowned lightly, returning to his smile.

Although Zong Shou's image is grim at the moment. Eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were dripping with blood. There were also many blood spots oozing from the pores of the skin all over his body.

But you can feel its aura, not only has it never decayed. On the contrary, it is still as strong as before.

Under the oppression, Hun Nian Yuanmengzi also seemed to have changed a little. It turned out to be full of vitality, as if a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time was about to erupt!

Shui Lingbo's heart suddenly felt at ease, and the corners of his lips raised again.

Knowing that the longer the delay, Zong Shou's life will be safer.

Since that guy has survived until now, he has never died. Then at this time, it should be that Yuan Mengzi's turn to be in trouble.

Ah!

——The body of the gods died. This time, those veterans of Dao Lingqiu Realm. I'm afraid it will be real, it will hurt my heart and lungs!

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At this time, in the misty dream, Yuan Mengzi was roaring.

"Aura of a holy king? How could it be a holy king?"

It is full of inconceivability and surprise, it is unbelievable, the scene in front of you.

The mighty dragon-like white air swept around, sweeping away all the 'ink color' in the dream space.

As long as it is a little touch. It all melted away.

Those filthy and evil creatures attracted by his dreamless heart-attracting technique are all scrambling to escape at this moment, as if seeing the doomsday. There was no such ferocious aura that could swallow everything before. I worked hard. Get out of this dream.

But there are still many who have not escaped in time, under the impact of white gas. The crash dissipated.

Yuan Mengzi subconsciously looked at the fiery red unicorn transformed from that 'earth dog'.

Not an illusion, but a real body! Nor is it like Zong Shou, an image formed from his own blood.

The Qilin holy beast, accompanied by the three ancient holy emperors——

Looking at the top again, the silver and white dragon shadow that has clearly reached the divine realm.

Yuan Mengzi couldn't help feeling dry mouth again.

This is the Holy Beast of Protecting the Nation!

It turned out that this time, from the beginning to the end, I didn't have even the slightest chance!

Zong Shou was also a little dazed, looking around him.

His 'Black and White Second Hole' has not yet been used. These deadly and dangerous evil monsters have already collapsed.

I thought to myself, this is the "sage king's spirit" that "Tan Qiu" said in the eyes of Yinlong Valley that day?

No evil can be added to the body, but it still has this function——

As soon as this idea came up, there was a huge silver and white dragon shadow beside him, swiftly passing by his side.

Looking carefully, it looks vaguely familiar. It wasn't until the next moment that I suddenly remembered.

Isn't this the Yinlong that the dove occupied the magpie's nest, forcibly occupied his Abi throne, and was called the holy beast of protecting the country by Kong Rui?

The flick of the dragon's tail, even though it was in a dream, also aroused waves of soul power.

Making Zong Shou's body shape, he couldn't help throwing back tens of feet.

And that Yinlong accelerated again! Before Xiaori was able to do so, he collided with the three soul needles violently.

Zheng!

There was a thunderous sound, and the soul power was rippling. This dream world collapsed almost instantly.

Zong Shou watched closely, and saw that the Yinlong in front was unharmed.

However, the three soul needles were not scattered either. Forcibly piercing through the obstruction of the silver-white dragon, it still stabs quickly.

It's just that the power has also been reduced by more than half.

Then Xiao Ri shot, the flames were blazing, and he volleyed in the air. One of them was forcibly shot apart.

Seeing the two soul formations approaching in the blink of an eye, Zong Shou was neither surprised nor happy, his brows raised lightly.

If it was before, he would still be jealous, and there is a half chance of falling under this soul needle.

Now that the filthy power is gone, it is blocked by the Yin dragon, and its power is less than 30%.

These two soul needles, which are only a short distance away, can only injure him severely at most, and there is no danger of death.

At this time, what he thought about the most in his mind was how to keep this Yuan Mengzi——

Come and not reciprocate! The murderer is always killed!

Just a little thought. Zong Shou did not hesitate. Continue to manifest the black and white dharma in the dream.

A cloud of blue mirror behind the head also shines balls of blue light in all directions!

It was like a bright blue moon, freezing this dream world that was about to collapse instantly!

Everything is fixed. The broken fragments of the dream returned to their original positions. patchwork restoration. It is still the snow-white world.

Under the suppression of phantom state of mind. Much stronger than before.

All the evil spirits and nightmares that were about to escape with great difficulty. Also in panic, he was forcibly sucked back.

Even Yuan Mengzi. The figure is also fixed.

It was less than one percent of an instant, but in Zong Shou's eyes, it was enough.

That long sword mixed with blood color and golden awn. It has fallen into his hands, and then he swung forward fiercely!

The Darkness of Yuan Yi!

A little black light shines from the tip of the sword. Including those two soul needles, they are also devouring everything in this dream.

Zong Shou also felt that his soul was about to be exploded by the absorbed alien soul power. You have to do your best to control it.

It was a dark shock. A full-strength blow from this divine realm is really extraordinary!

Before, I still underestimated. Without this silver dragon, the possibility of his fall should be 70%!

And what the black hole absorbed at this moment was not just two soul needles.

——In this dream of my own, all the scattered soul power after the shattering of evil spirits. It was also forcibly extracted.

The black light dissipated, and then, it was Yuan Yi's white!

Throw the sword in your hand violently. A streak of white light headed in the direction of Yuan Mengzi. Shuttle away.

The silver-white giant dragon was a bit faster. Chase early. Wrapped with immeasurable silver-white holy power, he bumped forward.

At this time, Yuan Mengzi's soul also turned into a giant beast with a length of one hundred feet, blocking those arms in front of him.

With a loud bang, the whole world collapsed once again.

Yinlong turned back, while Yuan Mengzi just let out a muffled grunt and continued to leave.

At the same time, a wave of extremely angry and murderous thoughts spread out uncontrollably.

How can it be tolerated? How can you be willing?

Not only failed to kill the confidant of this sect, but put himself in a place of absolute death.

Ao Kun's mental energy is getting closer and closer, almost breaking into the cloud realm. In an instant, you can arrive.

The sense of crisis is getting stronger and stronger. There is even a strong sense of unwillingness rising in my heart. Fighting spirit rises, without feeling discouraged.

He, Yuan Mengzi, still has a few chances of life!

"Holy King?"

With a sneer, Yuan Mengzi looked intently at Zong Shou who was in the distance, and the murderous intent in the depths of his eyes became more intense.

This is the mortal enemy of the Emperor! Taoism catastrophe!

Then he saw a little white light, coming straight towards him with the momentum of any soul needle he had before.

Like a white shooting star, even in this pure white dreamland, it looks extremely brilliant!

The upper and lower surroundings are gradually filled with white light.

Yuan Mengzi's firm mind was finally shaken.

How could this be so?

Thinking back to the whole dream world before, the bleak scene.

Yuan Mengzi's soul was even more agitated, and it was difficult for him at this moment.

"You are infinite—"

The white light had arrived, and Yuan Mengzi flicked it with his fingers. The two soul forces collided and clashed, and after a moment of stalemate, the white light dissipated.

Yuan Mengzi snorted again, but his thoughts finally escaped from the dream.

Zong Shou saw it and felt no regrets. He just sighed secretly, this powerful man in the divine realm is really tyrannical.

I retaliated against him in the same way, but this blow only delayed Yuan Mengzi for a moment, and failed to hurt him at all.

The dream dissipated, and the mind returned.

The scene in front of Zong Shou has returned to the real world. Then I saw a huge dragon claw descending from a hundred miles away.

A figure below is twisting and flickering, as if trying to escape. However, he was firmly bound by a force and could not escape.

Then there was a'boom', a loud bang. Within a thousand miles, the dust is flying.