The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 789
It's just that this guy's strength is obviously stronger. Before sealing him, he must be put into a deep sleep, so that he has no power to resist. Otherwise, the aura he exudes may howl a few more times, and her power of space is not enough. When it condensed, it was howled and broken by him.

Leng Wuyou's words were not exaggerated, the main reason was that the thing didn't hide its aura at all, and even spoke with a sense of oppression.

The thick black mist condensed and did not disperse, Leng Wuyou looked at the layer of black mist attached to his spiritual power shield, and frowned tightly.

There was the hissing sound of the spiritual shield being corroded in her ears. This scene seemed familiar. What flashed in her mind was the scene of her first battle with Erling.

It's just that this black mist is not quite the same as the aura of evil spirits at the beginning, so she didn't notice it immediately. Seeing this scene now, she was willing to spend a little bit of divine sense to investigate it. As soon as Shifu came into contact with the black mist, he was instantly swallowed up, and Leng Wuyou immediately let go of this trace of divine consciousness.

Although it was only for a moment, she had already caught the aura that was of the same origin as the aura of evil spirits in the black mist.

It's also an evil spirit, but this evil spirit seems to be much stronger than the evil spirit emperor I sealed before, and it feels like it is not at the same level, a bit like a defective product and a high-end product.

The enraged Ermeng hadn't completely escaped from the sealing formation. Although the sealing formation had been destroyed at this time, there was still a sliver of power. His power was still being drawn by the sealing formation. He punched his fist through the hole above his head. As if an invisible barrier had been broken, he poked his head forward, pressed his hands on both sides, and supported himself with all his strength, trying to crawl out from inside.

After all, his figure was too huge, and the hole he opened was too narrow. A normal person would definitely be able to pass through it. Unfortunately, he wasn't, so his body was stuck there.

For a while, he couldn't get up or down, and the black mist that had covered the space kept rolling up, and that irritable aura made Leng Wuyou raise his eyebrows.

She walked out from behind with slight movements and quick steps, and stood at a distance of more than one meter from him, pointing out with her fingers stretched out.

While he was trapped in the cold and worry-free, he seized the time, the silver-white light gathered on his fingertips, and the space around Ermeng slowly began to fluctuate.

As the light from Leng Wuyou's fingertips diffused, the frequency of space fluctuations around Ermeng became more and more frequent, and even the black aura was somewhat dispersed by the white light.

At this time, Leng Wuyou saw Ermeng's true face clearly.

It was a bald creature whose upper body was more than one meter long, and it didn't look like a human at all, and it was true that he was Eling after all.

Of course, he also has a face, but his face is not as good as without it, it is too ugly, and his facial features are even more perfect.

The mouth is actually a slit, and the eyes are also two slits. The only difference is that there are pupils inside. The two eyes are like two whirlpools, and the nose is also two small holes.

No matter how creepy that look looks, and because of his anger, the facial features that are not facial features are distorted together, that appearance is really hard to describe, and I don't want to take a second look after seeing it for the first time.

The listless black-robed men kneeling on the ground were extremely excited, as if they couldn't see his face at all, the frenzy in those eyes made Leng Wuyou's goosebumps appear all over his body.

His fingertips trembled, almost dissipating the condensed power of space, suppressing the desire to complain in his heart, all his attention was focused on one point of his fingertips.

The silver brilliance spread out, just like the blooming snow lotus on the top of the snow mountain, swaying in the heavy snow, independent and independent.

(End of this chapter)