Medical Sovereign

Puff puff!

The black mist dragons were like lingering snow encountering the scorching sun. They were evaporated as soon as they appeared and dissipated into nothingness.

This immediately aroused the Yin Yang Martial Spirit's competitive spirit. He wanted to see how many times the Water Martial Spirit could perform the secret technique.

It has to be said that Shui Wuhun is also a good actor. In order to avoid arousing the suspicion of Yin Yang Wuhun and buy more time for Ding Ning, he also worked hard in acting.

He didn't have any consumption at all, so he had to pretend to be weak and pale, which made the upright Jin Wuhun send messages repeatedly, asking him how he was doing with concern. Do you need to replace him?

Shui Wuhun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he knew that Jin Wuhun was not good at acting, and he was afraid that the Yin Yang Wuhun would see his flaws, so he could only hide it from him and told him that he could still hold on now, but if he couldn't, he would be replaced and Jin Wuhun would be replaced. Hun was secretly worried.

The other martial souls were holding back their laughter and glanced at Jin Wuhun strangely, leaving him confused as to what they meant.

In fact, he also felt that something was wrong. He was obviously very relaxed. He didn't have to do anything except maintain the cycle of the five elements. He was so idle that his whole body was almost moldy. Why did the water martial soul smell like it was about to die? So depressed?

However, although he was puzzled, out of his absolute trust in his companions, he didn't think much about it. He just silently prepared himself and would immediately make up for it once the water martial soul failed.

Time passed by, and the fog dragon was born quickly, but it dissipated even faster, as if the area covered by the Five Elements Formation was a dead end, making Yin Yang Wuhun's face so gloomy that water could drip from his face.

He didn't care about this waste, what he cared about was his face. He had been brazenly saying that the opponent's water dragon only had its form but not its spirit, but now he was slapped in the face in the blink of an eye.

His Mist Dragon, which was both physical and spiritual, was just something that could be destroyed easily in the eyes of others. This made his face feel hot and he almost suffered from internal injuries.

Several times he wanted to change his fighting style, but when he saw Shui Wuhun's increasingly pale face, he felt that if he persisted, Shui Wuhun might not be able to hold on.

Get up from where you fell. This is the only way he can save his face now.

Shui Wuhun's excellent singing and composition, coupled with his angry mentality, turned what should have been a one-sided battle into a protracted one, buying Ding Ning precious time.

Time passes minute by minute,

The black mist dragons are still rising up in an endless stream, and there is still a dead end in front of the Five Elements Formation. As long as the mist dragons get close, they will dissipate instantly.

This made Yin Yang Wuhun vaguely feel that something was wrong. Shui Wuhun had turned pale and lifeless a long time ago, his breath was frighteningly weak, and he looked like he would collapse at any time.

But after such a long time, Shui Wuhun's face was still so pale, his aura was still so sluggish, and he looked shaky, but he still stood tall.

"MD, I was fooled."

The Yin Yang Martial Spirit became suspicious, and then realized that the other Martial Spirits were not blushing or panting, and looked like old gods were present. He suddenly realized that they had been deceived, and they were stalling for time.

But, what are they procrastinating for? It's useless no matter how long it takes. Sooner or later, they will have to be taken down by themselves. Is it possible that they are still waiting for some miracle to happen?

This puzzled Yin Yang Wuhun, but he didn't take it seriously and just thought that they were just hanging on.

Continuously gathering fog dragons, and then being continuously destroyed, Yin Yang Wuhun suddenly felt that this seemed quite silly.

They were just a few martial arts souls. As long as he showed his true strength, he could deal with them casually, but he didn't expect to waste so much time on them. It was simply stupid.

After realizing that he had been deceived, the Yin Yang Martial Spirit became angry, stopped condensing the Mist Dragon, took a deep breath, stared at the Water Martial Spirit with a ferocious face, and sneered: "Okay, very good, it seems that you are... Tricked me like a fool."

"It's not too stupid. I finally came to my senses. To be honest, acting is really a technical job. I'm really exhausted."

Knowing that he had seen through it, Shui Wuhun no longer tried to hide anything, his face quickly returned to rosy, and he said with a complaint.

It was not tiring to drain the water molecules in the air, nor was it tiring to maintain the operation of the Five Elements Array, but it was quite tiring to pretend to look pale all the time.

Jin Wuhun looked confused, what is going on? acting?

The other martial souls all had smiles on their lips. Although this would anger the Yin Yang martial soul and they would bear his stormy anger, they felt comfortable in their hearts when they looked at his constipated expression as if he had eaten a fly.

"Okay, good, you succeeded in irritating me."

Yin Yang Wuhun's face was so gloomy that water could drip from his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Then, you should prepare to face my anger."

"Always waiting!"

Shui Wuhun said neither humble nor arrogantly, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

The other martial souls also became serious, knowing that the next battle would not be easy, and they would lose their souls if they failed, but they would never back down.

Just like Ding Ning's promise to them, he would never abandon them again, and all they could repay was to never abandon and fight to the death.

"Let's all die!"

The Yin Yang Martial Spirit was filled with rage, and he stretched out his hand to grab the air, and a strange and shining weapon appeared in his hand.

Shui Wuhun's heart sank instantly, Liu Guang, he didn't expect that after he completely fused with the main soul, he would be able to use Liu Guang.

That is an immortal weapon that even the gods covet. Even in the Origin World, immortal weapons are extremely rare. Especially this kind of immortal weapon that can be warmed in the sea of ​​consciousness. It is probably countless times more powerful than ordinary immortal weapons. .

Yin Yang Wuhun stared at the flowing light in his hand with hot eyes, posed in a pretentious manner with only the side of his face exposed, and said in a condescending tone: "You can be the first to die under my immortal weapon. Your pleasure.”

A dreamlike glow flashed, and Mu Wuhun suddenly let out a shrill scream. The soul's light dimmed instantly, and he fell to the ground exhausted, and the Five Elements Formation collapsed without any attack.

The scene fell into deathly silence, and the martial spirits could not help but show fear and despair in their eyes.

The speed of the stream of light was so fast that people could not see its trajectory clearly, as if the distance did not exist at all. With just a flash of light, Mu Wuhun was severely damaged. The Five Elements Formation they relied on to contend with it It was also broken instantly.

They believed that if the Yin-Yang Martial Spirit hadn't kept the Wood Martial Spirit still useful, he would have died by now.

The Yin Yang Martial Spirit, which was already unmatched, now has a terrifying fairy weapon like Liu Guang in its hands. What else can they use to compete?

At this moment, even Shui Wuhun lost confidence, his eyes dimmed, he sighed softly, and closed his eyes in despair.

Even if Ding Ning regains his memory and finds the trump card that he still doesn't know exists, it is impossible to defeat such a powerful Yin Yang martial spirit.

"Hahaha, I, Anze, have such an immortal weapon in my hand. As long as I can reach the top with time, who will be my opponent?"

Yin Yang Wuhun didn't seem to expect Liu Guang to be so sharp, and he was immediately ecstatic, with blazing flames burning in his eyes, and laughed contentedly.

Although they couldn't bear to see Anze's triumphant appearance, the martial arts spirits had to admit that what Anze said was true.

If he is really allowed to swallow the martial soul and become a psychic Taoist fetus and be reincarnated, with his qualifications as a psychic Taoist fetus, given time, he will definitely be able to reach the top. Coupled with the terrifying stream of light, it will be like adding wings to a tiger. From then on, the sky and the earth will be restored. It's really hard to resist.

"Surrender or die!"

Anze's heart was filled with joy, and he asked again with a joking face.

Of course, the surrender he was talking about did not mean that the martial spirits would still have their souls. It was no different from death.

"Submit your grandma's legs and kill me if you have the guts."

Jin Wuhun's upright temper came back and he glared at Anze.

Whoosh!

The colorful rays of light flashed by, and Jin Wuhun screamed, grabbing the arm that was cut off by the stream of light, his breath quickly began to wane, and his face turned ugly.

Although Wuhun can regenerate even after his limbs are cut off, the loss of soul power puts him in a weak state. The most important thing is that if the Wuhun is seriously injured, his spirit will gradually be wiped out, causing them to eventually become unconscious. pure soul body.

"Anyone who dares to speak rudely again will be killed!"

Anze has never been so majestic in his life, he said proudly and energetically.

As one of the heirs of the family, his poor cultivation aptitude was his biggest shortcoming. Growing up, he received countless looks and cold words because of this, and was also secretly bullied by brothers from other houses.

If he hadn't claimed the title of being the son of the main wife, he might even have been ruthlessly deprived of his qualifications as an heir.

That's why when he learned that his family had accidentally discovered an unexplored dimension, he took the initiative to beg his father to let him come. He wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to reincarnate and improve his qualifications to change his destiny.

Seeing the sullen expressions of the martial souls who dared not speak out, Anze's twisted mentality of being bullied since childhood was immediately greatly satisfied. He looked around majestically, and finally his eyes rested on the expressionless Shui Wuhun. On his face: "I know you are their backbone, and what I promised you is still valid. When I return to the source world, I will let you go. Shouldn't I reciprocate the favor and be the first to express my position?"

"Take a stand? Of course!"

Shui Wuhun looked at him slowly, his eyes were calm and there was no wave in his eyes.

"Very well, those who understand current affairs are heroes. I don't care what kind of power and background you have behind you, but here, I am the king..."

While Anze was talking proudly in the spring breeze, he was suddenly interrupted by a clear voice: "The king of bastards?"

"You...who are you? Are you also a martial spirit?"

Anze's face changed drastically, and he turned to look at the calm-looking Starlight Martial Spirit who came out of nowhere. His pupils shrank violently into a glow, and he said in disbelief.

Although the martial spirits knew that even if Ding Ning regained his memory, it would be difficult to deal with Anze, but for some reason, seeing him appear, all the martial spirits seemed to have found their backbone, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that in their subconscious, Ding Ning is their support and a haven that can give them a sense of security.

Ding Ning curled his lips and said with a sneer on his face: "I won't bother you, but if you took my things, shouldn't you give them back to me?"

"Shall I take your things?"

Anze was stunned for a moment, watching his gaze linger on the streamer in his hand, and then he suddenly understood. A cold look flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing loudly, and said with a face full of joking: "Your thing ? Haha, but it’s mine now, and no one can take it away from me.”

"Ding Ning, have you recovered your memory? Be careful. That stream of light is an immortal weapon. It's so fast that no one can react."

Shui Wuhun's heart tightened, and he came close to Ding Ning and whispered with concern.