Judge of the Lamp

Xu Zhiqiong had long since dispelled Cong Ming's ability to mix light, but Yuan Chengfeng didn't know about it.

Just now, he deliberately showed physical incoordination, with a stiff expression, all of which was just a show for Yuan Chengfeng.

When Yuan Chengfeng really got close, he saw Cong Ming's fierce face, and Cong Ming sensed Yuan Chengfeng's fear.

Cong Ming couldn't distinguish Yuan Chengfeng's features, but he could accurately sense fear, which is the talent of all 梼杌 practitioners.

He immediately sent a shock message.

At the moment Yuan Chengfeng showed fear, he knew something was wrong, and quickly used confusion techniques to resolve the horror.

Cong Ming, who is also of the third rank, sensed that the horror breath was weakened, so he continued to strengthen it with ferocious energy. The two third-rank Qi machines entangled and confronted each other, and the horror breath hovered in mid-air like a worm, and the battle situation fell into a brief stalemate.

Yuan Chengfeng didn't want to be in a stalemate with Cong Ming. Chaos cultivators were best at using their skill advantages to establish an absolutely favorable situation and quickly defeat the opponent.

But 梼杌 Cultivators are just the opposite. They are very good at stalemate. The longer the stalemate, the stronger the superimposed effect of fear.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Yuan Chengfeng withdrew his energy suddenly and used the skill of mixing light.

The target of the technique is not Cong Ming, but himself.

In an instant, he turned into a monster, a round and smooth body with no hair on his limbs, no pores or folds, and a fleshy ball that was sticky with thick pus.

This is somewhat similar to the fierce chaos recorded in some historical materials and paintings.

Cong Ming didn't care what Yuan Chengfeng had become, he just wanted to inject the horror into Yuan Chengfeng's body.

However, when the breath was emitted, it did not enter Yuan Chengfeng's body, but was embedded in the pus on the fleshy ball.

Cong Ming was startled, unable to understand the reason.

The skill of creeping breath is to root the creeping breath in the soul and feed on the opponent's soul.

Cong Ming has performed countless times of the breath technique, but he has never seen the breath stay outside the body.

The breath lingering outside the body, like a fragile bug, was easily shaken off by Yuan Chengfeng who turned into a meat ball.

Cong Ming didn't have time to react, the huge meat ball directly hit Cong Ming's body.

Thick pus spread to Cong Ming's body. Cong Ming felt the unique texture of pus while struggling.

It seems to be there, like a thin layer of veil slipping by, and like a warm stream flowing by itself.

This is... the soul!
Cong Ming once helped someone undo the technique of horrifying breathing. He touched the soul with the air machine, which was exactly the same as this touch.

Yuan Chengfeng's soul was exposed outside his body!
He reversed the position of god and soul with the skill of mangling, and wrapped his body with soul.

There is no third rank in the chaos, and the third rank is the universe!
Cong Ming's eyes were opened, and what worried him most at the moment was that the pus and blood all over Yuan Chengfeng's body were firmly stuck to his body.

It was difficult for Cong Ming to get away quickly, and within three suctions, he might be deprived of his eyesight. If Yuan Chengfeng used other skills, Cong Ming might even die directly.

Yuan Chengfeng also paid a huge price for this move, turning his body and soul upside down, causing his soul to suffer a lot of damage, but in order to win this victory, Yuan Chengfeng no longer cared about gains and losses, and even couldn't care about the next meeting with Hong Juncheng. World War I.

He used pretentious techniques on Cong Ming, and Cong Ming felt that his thoughts were quickly confused. He couldn't think of a reasonable countermeasure, and only one thought remained in his mind.

Enrage the opponent, capture a trace of anger, as long as Yuan Chengfeng can be angered, he can use the skill of attacking the mind.

But Yuan Chengfeng's heart was as still as water, and he was not angry at all.

How can Yuan Chengfeng be angered?

Cong Ming's thinking stagnated, and he patted the huge meat ball aimlessly with his hands.

The flustered and stupid actions could not bring any help to Cong Ming. Under the impact of the meat ball, Cong Ming crashed through the courtyard wall and was crushed under him by the meat ball.

The sticky pus and blood were about to swallow Cong Ming, and the panic-stricken Cong Ming suddenly heard a soft voice: "I heard that you pulled a cart for Mao Sha!"

Lu Wang pulling the cart?

Many people know this.

In order to please King Tunu, King Lu once pulled a cart for King Tunu like an animal.

This is not a formality, it is Zhenla.

King Lu pulled the chariot and walked for a full ten miles. During this period, King Tunu kept whipping King Lu with a horsewhip in the chariot.

Who said that sentence just now?

Cong Ming, whose thoughts were diverging, suddenly smelled a breath of flames.

anger.

Yuan Chengfeng was furious!

Although there was only a slight bit of anger, it failed to escape Cong Ming's perception. A 梼杌 Cultivator would never miss two things, the enemy's fear and anger.

He quickly ignited this trace of anger, and the huge meat ball shrank instantly, then collapsed, turning into a piece of rotten flesh and blood.

The shattered flesh and blood quickly condensed and re-formed into Yuan Chengfeng's figure in the flames.

His whole body was burning, and thick smoke filled the courtyard.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Chengfeng's disciples fell into deep despair, and even forgot that they were fighting against powerful personal soldiers.

Yuan Chengfeng's body trembled suddenly in the raging flames, and his air mechanism quickly contracted, taking all the raging flames in his body into his body.

Cong Ming looked at Yuan Chengfeng inexplicably, and couldn't help but whisper: "Do you think you didn't die fast enough?"

The heart-attacking anger is withdrawn into the body, and it will quickly burn his internal organs.

With a calm expression, Yuan Chengfeng tore open his clothes, pulled out the three charcoal hearts, and threw them on the ground.

He used these three hearts to bear the attacking anger, and the remaining two hearts were still beating hard in his chest.

He's reaching his limit.

Cong Ming was only slightly injured, but he was hit by a trick of hypocrisy, and his thoughts were confused, making it difficult to tell right from wrong.

Yuan Chengfeng took the lead. If he used his technique again now, it would be difficult for Cong Ming to respond.

But Yuan Chengfeng didn't act rashly, he was thinking about one thing, why did he become angry just now?

To Yuan Chengfeng, it was unimaginable for Yuan Chengfeng to be unable to control his anger during the battle.

Even if someone pokes a sore spot in his heart, it is impossible to make him angry in this situation.

There was a slight fragrance of powder in the air.

Charm, the provocative technique in charm.

Is it him...

Yuan Chengfeng looked around, only to hear the soft female voice sound again: "Old thief, do you remember me?"

Hong Huaxiao is here.

……

Inside Yuyao Palace, the elder Shengci "Liang Gongping" walked into the front yard step by step, and the soldiers of Luwang Palace stood outside the door with swords and axes.

It is true to say that he is Liang Gongping, Liang Xiaoen only has the primordial spirit left, and his soul and body belong to Liang Gongping.

He stared at Yu Shan in front of him, Yu Shan couldn't lift his head under the pressure of Canglong's domineering unique majesty.

"General Yu, don't be afraid, the old man just wants to see Yuyao."

"Elder Shengci, humble position, humble position is ordered..."

"I know you were ordered to protect Yuyao. This is the emperor's order. I am the emperor's ancestor. You disobeyed me, but you also disobeyed the emperor. Why bother?"

Every time "Liang Gongping" took a step, all the surrounding sergeants curled up and retreated, and some of them couldn't even hold their spears steadily.

"General Yu, it's a good thing that you are loyal to your duty, but there are so many soldiers behind you, they shouldn't follow you to die in vain. Listen to the old man, I have nothing else to ask for. When I see Yuyao, I will leave immediately."

Seeing that Yu Shan's face was dull and he had lost the consciousness of resistance, Liang Xiaoen suddenly used the skill of coiling python to strangle Yu Shan's body.

Yu Shan struggled with all his might, while the surrounding sergeants held their weapons. They wanted to rush forward to fight for their lives, but they didn't have the courage to fight.

Liang Xiaoen looked at the crowd with a smile on his face. The brave and mighty Wuwei army was nothing but ants in front of the majesty of the royal family.

There is still estrangement between Yuanshen and Soul, Liang Xiaoen is trying to take this opportunity to increase some compatibility.

He glanced at the Wuwei Army, and suddenly let go of his arrogance, as if a giant dragon roared towards him, twisting all the soldiers together.

Liang Xiaoen moved his wrist quietly, starting from Yu Shan, the blood burst and bloomed continuously, one by one the soldiers turned into flesh and bones.

The soldiers of Lu Wangfu looked at the scene in Yuyao Palace, and there were many voices of admiration.

"Is this the elder Shengci of Daxuan?"

"With him coming, we don't need to fight this battle, just wait for the bones to be cleaned up."

"I heard that Princess Yuyao is quite handsome."

"You can't touch it, Princess Yuyao must be captured alive!"

"If you want to capture it alive, why can't you touch it? If you sneak around a few times, who would know..."

A soldier with a wretched smile suddenly fell silent. People around saw a feathered arrow piercing the soldier's head.

This feathered arrow came from the alley behind him.

The soldiers all turned their heads to look at the alley, and under the night, in mid-air, a huge scroll hung down.

Yu Shan held the carved bow and walked out of the scroll.

Behind him is the Wuwei army in full armor and neatly arrayed.

The soldiers were shocked, and Cai Jiangmeng, Lu Wangmu's general, shouted, "Hurry up, change formation to meet the enemy!"

Liang Xiaoen looked back, but saw that Yu Shan had already led the Wuwei army and his own soldiers to fight together.

There are more than [-] soldiers in total, while the Wuwei Army only has more than [-] people, there is a huge difference in strength, but the Wuwei Army is not at a disadvantage.

Liang Xiaoen was puzzled, why did Yu Shan and Wu Weijun appear from the deep alley after they had been ground to pieces?

Could it be that I read it wrong...

"Zhewei Xingjun, the newly found body is not suitable for you!" Li Shabai smiled and walked from the garden to the front yard.

"Mortal Star Official..." Liang Xiaoen murmured, scanning the scattered corpses on the ground again.

Let Li Shabai's words hit the spot, Liang Xiaoen's primordial spirit and Liang Xiaoen's physique did not completely match, his perception has declined, and he couldn't distinguish Li Shabai's picture scroll.

Yu Shan and Wu Weijun who were strangled by him were all drawn by Li Shabai.

Li Shabai smiled and said: "This painting, Li painted it with great care, flesh and blood, carefully drawn stroke by stroke, this is specially given to Xingjun."

Liang Xiaoen frowned and said, "Painter Li, you have mistaken someone. I am the Elder Shengci of Canglong Hall. Since you are a citizen of Daxuan, you shouldn't be presumptuous in front of me."

"Bah!" Liang Jixiong came out from the garden, and spat at Liang Xiaoen, "Don't say your surname is Liang, and don't say Canglong Palace, but you have completely lost the face of the Liang family!"

Liang Xiaoen took two steps back, turned around and looked at the soldiers outside the door.

Under the impact of the Wuwei army, their army formation has shown signs of collapse.

Two lines of blue lanterns were flying in the air, Niu Yuxian led the lantern bearer and the envoys in green to surround them from the two wings.

……

Xu Zhiqiong squatted on the beam of the house, quietly watching the battle situation.

As he expected, the battle in Yuyao Palace does not require him to take action.

A picture on his chest trembled, it was a message from Ning Yongwei.

It's time for Xu Zhiqiong to go. Yuan Chengfeng, that bastard, really did something bad to the people.

……

In the east courtyard of Yuyao Palace, in the stables.

The groom pulled Brother Xing's clothes and said in a low voice: "Xu Zhiqiong went to the east of the city, you go with him, this is the master's order."

Brother Xing lowered his head and said, "I, I, can't go, I'm afraid..."

He wasn't afraid, but he didn't want to hurt Xu Zhiqiong again.

He had shown his flaws several times in front of Xu Zhiqiong, and he believed that Xu Zhiqiong had already seen these flaws. He wished to admit that he was an inner ghost. Even if Xu Zhiqiong killed him with a knife, he would not feel wronged.

But he didn't have the guts.

The groom patted Brother Xing on the face: "Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. It doesn't matter if you go or not, it's up to you, but I have to remind you, if you don't want this life, it's fine, don't you?" You don't even want your grandfather's life?"

Brother Xing heard this, lowered his head, and two lines of teardrops fell on the ground.

"After finishing this errand, I will find someone to take you back to Xuanguo to reunite with your grandfather," the groom said with a smile, "Silly boy, you only need to keep an eye on Xu Zhiqiong in the east of the city, and this errand is not difficult at all."