Chatper 1123 (2/2)

"Haha, this is the innate magical power of my Chaos True Illusory Spirit Clan. This technique has touched a trace of true meaning. No matter how strong your will is, you will not be able to break free from it."

The wind burst into laughter, trying to devour the giant and refine it.

However, before he could make a move, a cold snort came from afar, "With you, I also want to devour my servant."

In a word, the sound is not loud, but it contains a great failure. The sound exploded in Juman's brain, and Juman could immediately wake up from the illusion.

"Thank you, master."

Juman was sweating profusely, and he was also sincerely grateful to Yang Xuan. Without Yang Xuan's blow, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to break through the illusion.

"Who? How dare you interfere with Lao Tzu's good deeds and let Lao Tzu die."

The fury of the storm seems to have never thought that someone can easily break his true and illusory eye.

"It's not a small tone, just kill me with your ability. It's just a mere illusion. Although it can trap my servants, it is useless to me."

Under the gaze of 100,000 eyeballs of the gust of wind, Yang Xuan approached from far to near, followed by Tai Sui, Xuan Gui, Sirius, Black Snake, Yuantong, Hua Feidi, Longshan, Juyue and other lower-level tower spirits behind him. puppet.

"Tai Sui, you dare to fornicate with outsiders, have you forgotten your respective missions and the orders of my lord?"

The gust of wind roared again and again, and 100,000 icy eyes swept across Tai Sui and other puppets, and finally fell on Yang Xuan, coldly said: "Human child, no matter what your background is, I have to die here today."

"It's the same sentence, you can't kill me."

Yang Xuan said lightly.

"die."

The wind was furious, and the 100,000 eyeballs suddenly shot out one after another chaotic divine light, each chaotic divine light was like a weapon, enough to obliterate all low-level monks under the half-step emperor.

Cultivator, this is the name of the fairy world, which is completely different from the warriors of the lower world.

In the immortal world, whether it is cultivating gods, cultivating demons, cultivating Buddhas, cultivating yao, etc., they are all monks.

"Master, dodge quickly, this gust of wind has hit a dead hand, and you can't fight hard." Hua Yao Hua Fei Di Hua Rong turned pale, and reminded Yang Xuan.

She knew the strength of the gust of wind, and was deeply afraid that Yang Xuan's three strengths and two weaknesses would affect her.

With the soul and blood contract, once Yang Xuan dies, Hua Feidi also has to follow his soul.

"Let's do it together, we must not let this child die here."

Tai Sui and other puppets came back to their senses, but they came to Yang Xuan one after another. Like Hua Feidi, they didn't want Yang Xuan to make mistakes. No matter whether they were willing to admit Yang Xuan as the master or not, Yang Xuan must not die. .

"I alone are enough for this battle, and all of you will retire."

Yang Xuan snorted softly and jumped out. He did not underestimate the 100,000 chaotic divine light of the wind, and almost at the moment when the 100,000 chaotic divine light struck, he stimulated the power of the Samsara Martial Spirit to the maximum.

boom!

A huge disc of reincarnation flashed out of thin air, with the power to wipe out everything, crushing countless chaotic divine lights one by one.

"This is... the legendary Samsara Martial Spirit. Who are you to actually control Samsara? Although this is only a rank 6 Samsara Martial Spirit, it is rare."

Kuang Feng cried out, but he didn't make a move for a while, and the sixth-grade martial spirit in his mouth made Yang Xuan's eyes narrow.

He was full of emotions, and he had not been calm for a long time, thinking that the reincarnation martial arts could not be graded.