Chapter 118 (1/2)

Although Yan Mengmeng's lightsaber has become a filmmaker, her soul skills have not all changed, only the tenth soul skill has changed, but Yan Mengmeng has not used the tenth soul skill.

The tenth soul skill is still too far away from her, mainly because the consumption of the tenth soul skill is too large and the power is too strong.

Yan Mengmeng hasn't used it once so far.

This way.

Ghost chrysanthemum returned to their senses to understand the changes just now.

They only remember that there was a white in front of them just now, and countless sword shadows were spinning.

Then there was a faint blood mark on his neck, which looked like a very thin red line.

After watching Yan Mengmeng catch the people who answered before, they realized that they were facing death just now.

If Yan Mengmeng didn't mean to kill them, they would be the same bodies as the Deacon on the ground.

Thinking of this, their cold sweat came down.

But what is more afraid is the person Yan Mengmeng catches at the moment. Everyone is scared silly. Yan Mengmeng doesn't even have a chance to ask questions.

Now these people's psychological quality is really poor, and now Yan Mengmeng is really impatient.

A blink came to them again. Chengying pointed his sword at them and slowly opened his mouth.

”For the last time, tell me what I want to know!”

Although in their eyes, Yan Mengmeng just raised her hand and held a black thing at them, they were afraid of the full sense of crisis.

For a short moment, they looked at each other and made a decision.

Urging Wu soul, they quickly backed away, directly ten meters away from Yan Mengmeng, and then they looked at each other again.

Yan Mengmeng:???

Just when Yan Mengmeng was confused, chrysanthemum mother's elegant voice remembered: ”old ghost, integration!”

At the same time, their momentum began to improve dramatically.

So Yan Mengmeng suddenly remembered that this is their martial soul fusion technology - bipolar static field!

I think it's pretty good.

Yan Mengmeng is remembering that it has already started here.

The martial spirit behind the chrysanthemum mother kept changing, and the kid ran to him with the martial spirit.

When the two met, ghost Douluo directly held chrysanthemum mother's hand, clasped his fingers, full of gay energy

Uh, psychic energy!

Constantly overflowing from the two.

Immediately, their martial spirits began to change, and the soul ring on their body separated from them to form a soul ring, constantly rotating in the air.

Yan Mengmeng is really upset now. She doesn't want to play with these two little things anymore.

But I didn't interrupt them.

After a moment, the fluctuation of soul power stopped.

Two unique voices sounded: ”bipolar... Static field!”

Suddenly, a powerful wave of soul power emanated from them.

Everything affected fell into a static state, which was a little similar to Yan Mengmeng's world.

It just didn't lose color.

When she arrived at Yan Mengmeng, she really felt the power of restriction.

But for her, nothing is better than nothing.

It's a little strange. What do you do when you're still?

Then she knows the answer. As long as two people hold hands together, they can maintain this field and then move.

So without saying a word, they attacked Yan Mengmeng.

The silver light of the sharp blade flashed past.

Then two figures flew backward. Yes, it was chrysanthemum mother.

When they attacked, Yan Mengmeng didn't even think about it and kicked him back.

In an instant, their martial soul fusion skills were forcibly lifted, and everything returned to normal.

Of course, the chrysanthemum mother and the two were also strongly bitten by this, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.