Control The World

The ghost screamed, as if crying.

The blood and pus from the wound dripped down. It looks miserable.

Ning Wufeng moved with the eight spirits at this time, the nine spirit pulses trembled continuously, and the aura of light burst out. The location of Qi Hai Dan Tian surging surge of spiritual power.

The ninth spiritual trick is about to be formed.

Ning Wufeng did not expect it to be so fast. You must know that with Zhao Wuji's qualifications, it took three years to pass through Jiuqiao.

There are still many people who have difficulty reaching Jiulingqiao throughout their lives.

Ning Wufeng, by chance, got the spirit of Sanyan Lingcao. The ninth spiritual trick quickly absorbs the spiritual power of puppetization.

Not far away, the ghost whispered and rushed towards Ning Wufeng.

Almost!

The formation of the Ninth Spiritual Trick is still a little short of time. Ning Wufeng's complexion is gloomy.

In his heart, he exchanged a war spirit array from Linlang Pavilion of Shan Hai Zhen Jing with a Chu Ling Dan.

Pedal spirit array, fighting spirit array gushing out of the terrible momentum.

A roar.

Canglong circled out, it was Kun Long Xiao Tian Ling Zhen.

At this time, the Kunlong Xiaotian array was used again, and the power of the Canglong was greatly increased.

The huge dragon filled the cave.

The ghost screamed whiningly, his hands glowed with white light, and the volley slashed towards Canglong.

The dragon roared and roared down, his claws tearing at the miser.

With a loud bang, the Canglong flew out and smashed heavily on the cave wall. Sand and stones flew, and the dust filled the cave.

Ning Wufeng had a sweetness in his mouth, his body trembling violently.

Seeing the ninth spiritual consciousness to be formed trembling violently, he was shocked, knowing that the primordial **** in the sea was sitting in a critical position, and transferred the remaining spiritual powers into it.

This stabilized the ever-changing Jiu Ling Jiu.

Uh ...

Ning Wufeng heard the rumbling sound of the drums of war.

The ghost whined, his voice was extremely stern.

He burst into shape, turned into a white light, his hands were cut off like sharp blades, and fell towards the head of Canglong.

Kun Long Xiaotian array of light masterpieces, Canglong roared, Zhang Ya dance claws rushed up to the ghost.

It throbbed violently.

The ghost was flying upside down. Cracks also appeared in the Kun Long Xiaotian array.

Unexpectedly, the strength of the ghost is so amazing, Ning Wufeng was shocked.

Without Sanyan Lingcao's spiritual power, I am afraid he would have been defeated by the ghosts.

Fortunately, this spiritual power is so vast to him that it is inexhaustible. That's why he can fight with the ghosts for so long.

But at the moment, Kun Long Xiaotian array looked that he could not stop the miser. And the ninth spiritual trick has not been fully formed!

Between Ning Wufeng's heart shaking, his head turned sharply.

Roar ...

The Canglong roared, and the aura of Kun Long Xiao Tian Zhen had been excited to the extreme. If this time he could not seriously hurt the miser. There is no need for this battle spirit array to exist.

At first Ning Wufeng borrowed the Kun Long Xiao Tian array to fight over the ranks. Now, with the help of the Kun Long Xiao Tian array, he can steadily kill the monks in the Purple Lake.

But he encountered a ghostly ghost.

The ghost whispered, his voice lamented, and those who were not steadfast were easily infected by his cry, and wept.

Bai Ying burst out, both hands wheeled into the wheel, bursting out. The arm was comparable to the weapon of a magic weapon, Bai Guang was chopped on Canglong, and the scales were fleshy.

The Canglong roared, his claws tore to the ghoul, the crunching sound, he heard people's teeth. The ghost's bones were broken apart by it.

Whoo ...

The wraith couldn't feel the pain in his body, screamed sternly. Two white light wheels, such as a flywheel, are used to cut the skin of Canglong from flesh and skin.

With a bang, Kun Long Xiao Tian Zhen finally couldn't bear the crazy attack of the ghosts, and exploded.

The powerful shock wave rushed out the ghosts and hit the edge of the magma well.

A slip of green smoke slipped, and his legs were instantly gasified.

Wow ...

The ghost yelled, as if crying, his voice was extremely harsh.

Wei Er, who just rushed in outside the cave, was so shocked that he moaned and planted his head on the bone floor. He passed out.

Ning Wufeng also felt that the primordial gods in the sea trembled violently, withstanding waves of sonic attacks.

Dizziness and fainting.

"I can't die!" Ning Wufeng was pressing his roots, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding on to Yuanshen.

Suddenly, the ghost exploded, only half-length, but still imposing.

Between the hands dancing, the white light was pulsating, and the hissing breaking sound was loud.

Phantom Formation!

Ning Wufeng had a sense of consciousness, and another spirit array smashed his head toward the ghost.

The ghost suddenly slammed into the phantom array, roaring frantically in the air, flying.

The attack power of the phantom array was far less than that of Kun Longxiao Sky array. The monk used to deal with ordinary spirits was a meat bun and a dog, which was given for nothing.

But the mischievous ghost is different. Although he is attacking and overbearing, as strong as a monk in the spirit world, his IQ is very low, and he is in the illusion.

Uh ...

The ghost's blood burst out, and white light smashed out. The whole cave trembled tremblingly, and the stones crashed down.

With a stun, a stone hit Ning Wufeng's head.

When the stone fell to a distance of one foot on Ning Wufeng's head, he blew open.

Ning Wufeng suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

The ninth spiritual trick was formed.

At this point, he finally got through the nine tricks.

Ning Wufeng felt full of strong spiritual power. Jiulingqiao and Balingqiao are definitely not on the same level.

Nine is the pole number, eight spirits to nine spirits, the strength has been increased by a geometric multiple.

He couldn't help thinking of Zao Wou-ki at the beginning, if this was to meet Zao Wou-ki again, three moves? Even the three hundred moves may not be defeated!

He looked up at the crazily miserable ghost.

With a volley in the hand, the phantom array disappeared.

The wraith shouted wow, and his hands were violently killed by the intense white light. The walls in the cave were already a mess.

Suddenly, he came to his senses, his eyes fixed on Ning Wufeng.

A sharp momentum burst out.

Ning Wufeng raised his mouth slightly and smiled, "Take you to try the power of Jiulingjue!"

Wow ...

The ghost screamed fiercely, his body burst out, his arms dancing like a ball of white light. Severely hit Ning Wufeng.

Vientiane Sen Luo Yin!

The black ink of the big seal was intertwined and slammed into the ghost. With a bang, the spiritual power burst, and Vientiane Sen Luoyin exploded.

Ning Wufeng shook his body.

"I look down on you."

The corner of his mouth was raised, and Jiulingju sent out turbulent spiritual power.

Dragon God decided!

The two five-pronged golden dragons roared out, exuding amazing momentum.

Nine spirits opened up, and Ning Wufeng could finally use the second dragon **** to decide.

Ssangyong danced, snarling and grabbing at the ghost.

The ghost dance like a white light roulette suddenly cut out his arms, the golden dragon roared, the spiritual power surged, and the dazzling light was stirred in the air.

The five-pronged golden dragon on the left drew a tail of a dragon, slammed it on the ghost, and the ghost flew out and hit the wall heavily.

Ning Wufeng secretly said, "Since you have been trained as a miser, you are hopeless in this life. I will do one more step and send you reincarnation!"

The five-pronged golden dragon growled, one left and one right, trapped in the magma, and plunged into the magma well.

With a snoring sound, a cloud of white light rose, and the filthy golems melted in the magma well.

"Reborn in the next life, let's be human again." Ning Wufeng said loudly.

Nine spirits twitched like a drum of war, and saw off for the ghosts again.

The rising white light turned into a human shape in the midair, and respected Ning Wufeng in the air.

Divine?

Ning Wufeng secretly wondered in his heart, and when he made a noise, a piece of jade dropped from the white light.

The white light was gone.

Ning Wufeng moved in his heart, presumably after this man became a miser, he had been tortured. Perhaps reincarnation was a relief for him.

He took a spit of stale gas and walked towards the magma well.

The Sanyan Lingcao is completely ripe, exuding strong spiritual fluctuations. The closer to it, the pores suddenly felt wide open.

Thanks also for this elixir.

Ning Wufeng twitched in his heart, grabbed it with one hand, drew his breath into claws, and grabbed the Sanyan Spirit Grass in his hand.

If it hadn't broken through the Nine Spirits, his spiritual power would not be enough to make a claw.

Uh ...

The magmatic air was extremely hot and quickly consumed his spiritual power.

Red blood ice toad!

The white ice toad appeared in Ning Wufeng's hands, and a cold air spewed out. The burning sensation on the skin was suddenly reduced by more than half.

San Yan Ling Cao fell into his hands every inch.

On the rock where San Yan Ling Cao was grown, numerous cracks cracked suddenly, and the gravel crashed down.

This rock has been washed by the magma for countless years, much tougher than ordinary spirit soldiers, rolled into the magma, and bubbling with bubbles.

The rock fell off, and Ning Wufeng kept Sanyan Lingcao in a jade box given by Li Yao.

When I looked up, I suddenly saw that behind the rock shedding, a large red crystal was exposed, exuding a very strong fire spirit.

Red Fire Spar!

Ning Wufeng's face showed ecstasy, but he did not expect that Sanyan Lingcao was accompanied by red fire crystals.

But if you think about it carefully, how could Sanyan Lingcao grow to maturity if it is not red spar.

"Haha, I didn't expect God to give me such a reward." Ning Wufeng smiled slightly.

The red fire spar contains a strong fire spirit, which is an excellent choice whether it is used to build weapons or practice.

Want to come, the number of red spar here is certainly not a small number.

Dragon God decided!

Two five-pronged golden dragons roared out and caught the red fire spar in the magma well. The magma well stirred up the crimson magma water, and the spiritual power of the five-clawed golden dragon was continuously consumed.

Ning Wufeng's nine spirits stunned, Jinlong roared.

If the founder of Long Shenju knows that the trick created by his painstaking efforts has been used to mine, he will definitely be mad.

However, with the help of the red blood ice toad, Ning Wufeng pulled out the red pyrolite from the magma well.

The height of a red fire spar was in front of him. Ning Wufeng felt that his pores were all widened, and a hot momentum kept drilling into his body.

"Wow!"

There was a sudden exclaiming sound behind him.