A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 999 This is Your Last Chance
The blue eyes flickered, and Bu Miaotian's expression changed.

Wushen!Ye Family's Immortal Crow God.

Whether it's Bu Miaotian in Ziyi or Bu Miaotian, they all know that this is the top puppet of the Three Realms.It is the existence of a puppet approaching God.

However, the God Doll is also a puppet.

At this moment, Wushen was different from other monks in Bu Miaotian's blue eyes.Wushen is a mass of blue existence, while other monks are of normal color.

In the illusion, how can you tell the difference between a puppet and a monk?They should all be phantoms.However, now Wushen appeared in the form of a puppet.

Here, isn't it an illusion?Bu Miaotian thought to himself.

However, this idea was immediately denied by himself.Because he knows the true meaning of illusion, which is to make the illusioned feel that everything is real, not an illusion.

He feels that everything is real, so he is entering this state.This is a state of illusion!Therefore, Bu Miaotian immediately began to restrain his mind.

All this is unreal!he kept telling himself.

At this time, cold sweat appeared on Bu Miaotian's forehead.

……

In front of him, Ziyi Bu Miaotian had already fought Wushen.

"The Wu God is not dead! The Wu God is not dead!—" At this moment, Ziyi Bu Miaotian sneered several times, "Actually, the Wu God is a joke of the Ye family! Today, you all have a look at the so-called Ye family's Wu God!"

Hoo-hoo--

Ziyi Bu Miaotian did not retreat but advanced, and Zixiu flicked his sleeves to meet Wushen directly.The moves of the two people are quite similar, one black and one purple with long sleeves collided directly.

Boom—boom—

The celestial light scattered, and the aura flew wildly.The black sleeves are backward, and the purple sleeves are forward.Wushen naturally lost to Ziyi Bu Miaotian.Wushen retreated, but Zi Xiu did not retreat at all.

That purple sleeve is like an endless purple wave, with endless stamina.

Chi-chi-chi-chi-

Wushen's black sleeves couldn't hold back, and already appeared to be broken.Bu Miaotian sneered in his heart.Flowing Cloud God's Sleeve is his secret skill, how can a puppet get the best of it?

boom--

Ziyi Bu Miaotian's offensive was even better.

The slender body of the black-robed Wushen retreated sharply, and half of the long black sleeves were torn.Ziyi Bu Miaotian didn't give Wushen a chance to breathe.

As soon as he stepped in, his purple sleeves were raised again.Reluctantly, Wushen threw out his black sleeves again to parry.

Chi chi - puff - bang -

The purple light melted away the black light, and a cloud of black mist dissipated.Wushen's black sleeves were completely knocked away by Ziyi Bu Miaotian.At the same time, Wushen was still retreating, and Bu Miaotian in purple followed him like a shadow.

Boom—crack—rumble—

Wushen retreated to the gate of the second courtyard, unable to hide.The flying purple sleeve is like a purple long rainbow, piercing down from the sky, carrying ten thousand jun with force.

All of a sudden, dust and smoke were everywhere, and wood and stones flew across.

Bu Miaotian watched the battle behind him, his eyes slightly frowned.In fact, he knew the final outcome.Back then, Wushen was directly scattered by him, but he just wanted to see the flaws of Su Mo's illusion.

However, everything in front of me is a reproduction of the past, without the slightest difference.At least Bu Miaotian didn't see the difference.

"Immortal Wushen! Haha—the monster of the Ye family, show yourself!" At this moment, Ziyi Bu Miaotian laughed.

call--

The purple flame shot straight at Wushen's body.Black smoke rose from the purple flames, and Wushen's black clothes and mask burned instantly.However, no screaming was heard.

Among the purple flames, there is naturally a wooden figure.A dark brown wooden figure with a slender body and arms like branches.On the face, there are ancient runes, but no eyebrows or eyes.

Bu Miaotian looked at the rune and narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, he can be sure that Su Mo is not using his own soul.Because, even Bu Miaotian couldn't accurately reproduce the ancient runes on Wushen's face.

He didn't pay attention to the runes of Wushen at all.

Look again, Ziyi Bu Miaotian suddenly stretched out a hand, and directly grabbed the black god's abdomen.That hand turned out to be white bones without any flesh.

Because, the original soulless and Taoist people were sharing the same bone body.

Bone with light is better than a fairy sword!
Kaka—————

The Wushenmu man made a strange sound, and his two dead-twig-like arms turned rapidly like a drill.

bang——

Two arms flew out of the body, directly piercing Ziyi Bu Miaotian.At the same time, the Wushenmu man's abdomen opened and thousands of flying needles flew out instantly, flying towards the man in purple like a drizzle of cow hair.

Those flying needles are anything but ordinary.A flying needle is comparable to a fairy sword.

However, Bu Miaotian, the man in purple, didn't move at all.

However, the withered bone and white claw protruding from the purple sleeve suddenly changed its direction and went directly around the back of the Wushenmu man, like a white lightning bolt.

click -

The white bone claw directly grabbed a bump on the Wushenmu man's back, and slapped it suddenly.

Crack-crack-crack-crack-

The Wushenmu man made a noise, and instantly the wood dropped down.The Wushenmu man originally wanted to use offense instead of defense, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be hit directly to the death spot.

However, those separated arms and flying needles did not stop.

"Hmph!" Ziyi Bu Miaotian snorted coldly.If it wasn't for him at this time, I'm afraid everyone would have died in Wushen's hands.Because, the black god is just an illusion.

Look again, the white bone claw suddenly turned back and grabbed the Wushenmu man's abdomen again.That's the key to this puppet.

puff--

A puff of black smoke cleared, and at that moment the runes on Wushen's face gradually faded away.That represented the death of the puppet.

bang——

The two arms in the void instantly turned into black ash, and all the flying needles were collected by Ziyi Bu Miaotian.The Wushen puppet stood there slumped and turned into a dead wood, completely lifeless.

Huhu——

The faces of the four middle-aged monks who came out of the third courtyard changed drastically, and they moved almost simultaneously.This is already the top strength in Muyun Villa besides the ancestor of the Ye family.

They are all Ye Xingmu's parents, and they don't go out of the backyard at all.

Among them, the leader is Ye Liuyun, the previous owner of Muyun Village.However, Ye's family members said that he had already passed away.

Hahaha--

Ziyi Bu Miaotian looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, wanting to kill.Once these four die, the Muyun Building will collapse!Bu Miaotian back then was indeed crazy.

But now Bu Miaotian is tangled.

Because, he feels more and more that all this is real, not an illusion.From entering the battle to now, Su Mo has not appeared once.

The world in front of his eyes really seemed to exist.As soon as Bu Miaotian turned around, he actually wanted to leave.Because, he didn't want to see himself bloodbath Muyun Villa.

At this moment, those standing behind him are actually his descendants.Ye Liuyun and Ye Xingmu both had Bu Miaotian's blood on their bodies.

And they are all being slaughtered by their former selves.

Bu Miaotian clenched her hands tightly, then let go.

call--

He forced straight, deep breaths.He told himself that everything was in the past, it was an illusion.

Behind.

The purple clothes walk wonderfully, and endless purple light glows all over his body.

"...It's the same root, so why bother? Soulless and Taoist, are you an avenger?" Bu Miaotian heard the words of an old woman behind her.

He knew that it was the voice of Qing Ye, the ancestor of the Ye family.

The daughter-in-law of the Qing family, the daughter-in-law of the Ye family!
In fact, Bu Miaotian was not only sorry for the Ye family, but also for the Qing family.

Bu Miaotian couldn't help but took a deep breath.

At this time, Su Mo's cold voice finally came from his ear: "Bu Miaotian, this is your last chance! Otherwise, Muyun Villa will still be bleeding like a river!"

(End of this chapter)