Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 4227 Fifteen thousand soul threads
"It's still one-third of the damaged divine pattern, which hasn't been repaired." Yao Sheng said in his heart, "It's almost there."

He will definitely win.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, he found that Ye Luo had just started.

It doesn't matter if you glance over, Yao Sheng saw a scene that he will never forget——

Ye Luo's ten fingers were slender, and she pulled out [-] golden soul power threads from her ten fingers at once.

Is three times their own!
Yao Sheng was so stupid that he even forgot to breathe, his face was pale and pale, as if sick: "This...impossible..."

He can't take it!
In terms of soul power, why is he so much worse than Ye Luo?

A strong uneasiness welled up in my heart.

He might lose to Ye Luo.After realizing this, Yao Sheng was in a state of anxiety.

"No! I won't lose!" Yao Sheng took a deep breath, and after a long time, he found himself, and comforted himself, "First, I am faster than her; She's tall."

So what if you can pull out [-] soul threads?
So what if the realm of the soul way is far beyond him?
Your chances of winning are still greater!
Yao Sheng was so nervous, his head was very cold, he lowered his head again, concentrated his energy, and engraved the divine pattern: "Damn it!"

What made him angry was that because of his distraction just now, the picture of a small array of divine patterns was wrong, causing a large area of ​​divine patterns to be necrotic and collapsed.

He has to do it all over again.

"Calm down." Yao Sheng had to worry about it, but one hand was trembling uncontrollably.

Dong Boxuan saw the performance of Ye Luo and Yao Sheng, and sighed: "Young Master Yao Sheng, you care too much about winning or losing. I am afraid that a demon has already been born."

Just like Venerable Dong Bo back then.

Dong Boxuan felt as if he saw another tragedy.

"Fifteen thousand silk threads of soul power!" Dong Boxuan praised and sighed again, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, the future generations will be fearful, the future generations will be fearful!"

He, Dong Boxuan, couldn't reach Ye Luo's level; the suzerain of Beimingzong, Venerable Dong Bo, couldn't reach this level either!
Ye Luo is repairing the divine pattern array for the twelve harpies.

"It's completely broken, there's nothing usable at all." Ye Luo shrugged, and immediately erased all the divine patterns in the spiritual weapon.

Break and then build, start all over again!

Next, she began to concentrate on engraving the divine patterns. Very ancient formation patterns were superimposed one after another, and they were born under her fingers.

Another hour passed—

"I finished."

"This son is finished."

Ye Luo and Yao Sheng spoke almost at the same time.

Then, the two turned their heads and looked at each other, their eyes met, and sparks of light and light were born.

Dong Boxuan took the dry bone knife and the twelve harps from the two hands respectively, and began to test them.

Dong Boxuan, the first thing he tested was the bone knife.

After a cup of tea, the judgment was given: "Withered Bone Knife, the sixth-level top-level spiritual weapon, the degree of repair, 90.00%, the degree of power increase, 70.00% five. Passed."

"The prince is mighty!"

"My son is amazing!"

"Haha, our Northern Mingzong is sure to win!"

……

There was a burst of cheers, and all the poisoned disciples of the Northern Mingzong burst into smiles.

Next, Dong Bo hung in the midst of the uproar, and tested the second spiritual weapon - Twelve Konghouqin.

"Ok?"

Just when he penetrated a trace of soul power, Dong Boxuan saw an extremely mysterious and ancient divine pattern,

(End of this chapter)