Chapter 319 Zuo Liuying!

Ning Qiwei saw that his heart was glowing, getting brighter and brighter. The only thing he could do and had been doing was to concentrate all his magic power on the middle dantian crimson palace to resist the powerful force. It drilled into the chest like a venomous snake, and its sharp teeth had already bitten on the heart, only to inject venom.

Feng Ruhui's eyes passed through the body in front of her, treating it as a pure shield. She wanted to protect the Siming Ding, which was her beloved thing and beloved.

After all, the Siming Ding was just a magic weapon, and she needed to cast a spell to retain the soul that was struggling to escape. It and she both needed the soul, which was their communication bridge, but now there was a heart of a former beloved person in the middle.

The stalemate will end soon.

The only person on the top of the mountain who stayed out of it was Lan Binghu. Looking at the light on the chest of Grandmaster Pangshan, she had a premonition that something bad was about to happen. This had nothing to do with her identity as a Taoist priest of Yinyinke, but was completely an instinctive alert. She turned and flew back to the carriage and immediately cast the fish dragon formation.

The formation had already been set up. Thousands of casual cultivators took their positions in the rain, silently criticizing the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Life and Death Mage King. However, when the formation began to operate, all these thoughts disappeared. They were willing to become a tiny part to form a powerful whole.

A huge human figure taller than the mountain appeared in the night rain, stretched out two hands, and blocked Lan Binghu.

Lan Binghu looked around, looking for Zuo Liuying's figure. The little bastard should have appeared. This was the moment to decide the outcome. He could ignore the life and death of the master, but he could not ignore the whereabouts of his soul.

But the head of the Forbidden Secret Section of Pangshan still remained mysterious. Lan Binghu could see the battle situation on the other side of Luanjing Mountain. The few attackers retreated. This was an inevitable result. With only a few Pangshan breathing disciples and dozens of Lantern and Candle Taoists, it was impossible to defeat Luanjing Mountain. The strange thing was those Pangshan Five Elements Taoists - they were just watching at first, and they were controlled again after the clear smoke of the Siming Cauldron arrived. Joined the Luanjingshan camp. When the Pangshan camp was defeated and retreated, they gave up the pursuit and followed their fellow disciples to retreat.

This can only mean one thing, Siming Ding's control over them is rapidly weakening, and Feng Ruhui is concentrating all his strength on dealing with Ning Qiwei.

"Is there a better time than now?" Lan Binghu muttered to himself, more anxious than anyone else, "Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying, where are you hiding? Why don't you show up?"

The Siming Ding finally collapsed completely.

Souls and spirits are invisible things, and their existence can only be felt through spells and with the help of magic tools. Mu Xingqiu felt it. Something is approaching the Frost Soul Sword,

slowly but unwaveringly, at the same time, his pressure is greatly reduced, Siming Ding seems... no longer able to compete with him for the spirit.

The bald man pressed against Ning Qiwei's back, shouting, hoping to provide the master with a little insignificant help.

The black whip attacked, entangled the bald man and threw him into the sky, and the force of this throw was extremely great. The head disappeared in an instant, and the sharp cry was transmitted to the ground after a while.

Mu Xingqiu could only do this. Although he summoned the soul, Ning Qiwei was obviously unable to hold on. Just seeing the posture of Lan Binghu on the opposite side facing a great enemy, you can know how much destruction Feng Ruhui's attack will bring.

He continued to cast spells to attract the soul. As for what will happen next, he didn't care at all. Baldy will live, and Pang Shan will take care of him for the rest of his life.

With a smile from Feng Ruhui, Ning Qiwei's body melted. The light in his heart suddenly turned into a dazzling white fire, which tore through his body and was engulfing him whole, bringing pain deep into his bones. Even the master couldn't bear it, but he would not open his mouth to scream, but only make a muffled sound from his throat.

Feng Ruhui still had a smile on her face, indifferent to Ning Qiwei's destruction. Her arms grew long, passed through the body melted by the flames, and grabbed the soul on the way back to the sword. That was the treasure she had found with great difficulty, and it had her spell mark on it. As long as it had not completely merged with Fangfang's soul, her connection with Siming Ding was not broken, and she could control it again.

Bang! Ning Qiwei was burned to ashes, and the flames burst, swallowing the entire mountain in an instant, burning all the plants, and then disappeared. The shield that had been shielding from the wind and rain also disappeared, and the rain fell to the ground.

The two giant hands blocking Lan Binghu were ignited, and the flames climbed up the giant's body along the arms, but it blocked most of the flames after all. Lan Binghu only needed to cast a spell to protect himself and the entire carriage.

The giant screamed behind her, and the dragon-fish formation collapsed. They paid a heavy price to protect the Dharma King. I don't know how many casual cultivators died in this attack, but she didn't even turn her head. She stared at the Siming Cauldron and whispered Zuo Liuying's name again.

Feng Ruhui grabbed the soul and added a layer of soul-protecting power to herself, blocking the flames. Then she froze there and didn't immediately send the soul back to the cauldron.

The young demon also grabbed the soul, one step earlier than Feng Ruhui. Two small hands tightly grasped a piece of void. Feng Ruhui actually grabbed its fist.

Mu Xingqiu didn't die. He was also saved by a layer of soul-protecting power. This power came from the Frost Soul Sword, but it was not stimulated by him, but by the young demon.

Ning Qiwei turned into ashes, and the pale yellow inner pill fell to the ground, and no one paid attention to it.

There was no barrier between Feng Ruhui and the young demon. She was able to take a closer look at its appearance for the first time. The dark blue skin looked a little dirty, and the thin and ugly face looked like a starving ghost reincarnated, but the power was not small.

"It's a real illusion." Feng Ruhui smiled. She was no longer interested, so she naturally wouldn't think about the unfaithful man in the past. She only cared about the Siming Ding and the soul. "What's the use?"

She gradually increased her strength, and the young demon's heart also emitted light. Mu Xingqiu couldn't help it, he had to continue to urge Fangfang's soul to take back the soul that was close at hand.

Zuo Liuying was still invisible, but nearly a thousand pairs of cold eyes appeared in the air around the mountain. These were not the casual cultivators of Lian Haishan, but the Taoist priests of Luanjingshan who had just repelled the attackers. They floated in the air, watching Feng Ruhui and the young demon who were fighting for the soul.

Lan Binghu shut up. These Taoist priests had been controlled by the Siming Ding. Alerting them would bring big trouble. She no longer had the fish dragon formation to protect herself.

A red light shot down from the sky and hit Feng Ruhui directly.

Lan Binghu raised his hand, and a jade bracelet flew into the sky, dispersing the red light. A moment later, it brought back a head.

The enlarged jade bracelet clamped the bald man's forehead, making him unable to cast spells or escape.

"Let me go! You... old and ugly woman." The bald man couldn't break free, only his mouth could move.

"Fool, I saved your life." Lan Binghu waved his hand, and the jade bracelet flew into the carriage with his head, "Let Zuo Liuying deal with the mess, no one else should get involved."

No one participated, the bald man yelled for a while, his mouth was blocked by a towel, and the Taoist priests of Luanjing Mountain just floated in the air and watched, layer by layer, like a crown on the mountain peak.

Mu Xingqiu was exhausted, and his potential was not endless after all. He felt that his body had been hollowed out, leaving only an empty frame. He was as puzzled as Lan Binghu. Pangshan Grandmaster Ning Qiwei sacrificed his life to gain a little precious time, what was Zuo Liuying doing? This was his plan, but he was reluctant to show up.

If he hadn't experienced many things, Mu Xingqiu would have the same suspicion as Lan Binghu, but he still firmly believed that things would not end like this.

Another small group of Taoists flew over and stopped with the Taoists of Luanjing Mountain. They had just fought a battle, but now they were not on guard against each other. The souls were in the process of fighting, and Feng Ruhui no longer had the spare energy to control so many Taoists through Siming Ding.

Yang Qingyin was about to rush to help, but was stopped by her mother, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, who had already escaped the control of Siming Ding, "Don't go over, you can't help."

"But... he is about to give up. If you don't help, the winner will be Feng Ruhui." Yang Qingyin knew that her magic power was too weak in such an occasion, but she couldn't just watch indifferently.

"Feng Ruhui doesn't want his soul to be damaged, so he is so careful. Anyone who intervenes may make her gamble everything and wait for Zuo Liuying to come."

Yang Qingyin was helpless. She thought her mother, who didn't care about her at all, actually recognized her at the last minute, so she escaped the control of Siming Ding and led the attackers away from Luanjing Mountain. It was also her mother who found that the control of Siming Ding was greatly weakened, and rushed here, but could only watch the battle from afar.

"Zuo Liuying, Zuo Liuying..." Yang Qingyin whispered the name of the head monk, and looked at Xin Youtao and Xiao Qingtao. No one knew where Zuo Liuying was hiding at this moment. ｋansh.com

Mu Xingqiu didn't notice that there were thousands of Taoist priests around the mountain. His hands were still holding the hilt of the sword. He knelt on one leg with a plop. His strength was exhausted and he could no longer cast any spells.

Without the illusion, Fangfang's soul returned to the Frost Soul Sword.

The power of the young demon also disappeared at the same time. The light on his chest turned into flames. The scale was relatively small. It just engulfed it and did not expand outward.

Feng Ruhui tightly grasped the burning void, knowing that the soul was in her hands.

She won. She wanted to kill all the rebels. Anyway, this was the source of the power of the Siming Ding. She wanted to wash away the spell marks on the Frost Soul Sword and send all the souls inside into the Siming Ding.

Everything was in her hands.

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and finally saw a familiar figure - Zuo Liuying appeared at the most inappropriate time, with dark clouds over his head.

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