The transcendence of the magic soldier

Chapter 81 The Withering of Mist Rose
The two looked at each other, but were silent for a moment.

"Wen Ya, come back, I really don't want to meet swords again."

Nangong Wentian paused for a moment, and said while shaking hands tightly.

"Go back? Why do you?!" Nangong Wenya said in a cold voice.

Waving the jade hand, the misty rose around the waist floated in front of him, and a huge sense of oppression came instantly.

Nangong Wentian felt the qi and blood in his body churning, and even breathing became difficult.

Perhaps sensing Wumei's aura, Jingshenglian, which was originally floating in Irene's palm, actually left her palm and stood opposite Wumei.

"Jingshenglian!"

Seeing this inexplicable lotus flower, Nangong Wenya immediately backed away a few steps, uttering a few words with trembling red lips.

With the appearance of Jingshenglian, Wumei's dark light was obviously suppressed a lot.

"How could Jingshenglian be recognized as the master?!"

Nangong Wenya obviously couldn't accept it. In her perception, this is something that has never been recognized by anyone since ancient times.

Even if someone gets it, it is such a treasure, but it cannot be recognized as the owner, and it is useless at all.

"Even if you can defeat me, you will never be able to get out." But Nangong Wenya was only surprised for a moment, then showed a sneer.

"What do you mean?" Wentian felt that something was wrong, his eyes flashed a strange color, and he frowned.

"This is a forever closed space, as long as you come in, don't even think about getting out, otherwise, where do you think there are so many bones outside?"

Wenya answered with a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth.

"This is something later, now I just want to get back the old you."

Wentian turned his head to look at Irene, and nodded slightly at her.

Wumei seems to be conscious, and she avoids Jingshenglian and wants to escape, as if her son saw his father.

But as Nangong Wenya said, this is a closed space, and there is no way for Wumei to escape.

And all the black mist overflowing from it was absorbed by the Jingshenglian, and its own black light became dimmer and dimmer.

At this moment, Nangong Wen Yaben's rosy face turned livid, and his red lips became slightly pale.

"Get away...get away!"

Her lacquer-like eyes were bloodshot in an instant, and she began to roar wildly, terribly.

"It's a big deal and we all die together!"

Nangong Wenya laughed wildly, her whole body was shrouded in black mist, and the fog rose that had been dimmed suddenly shone again, and even began to suppress the soft light of Jingshenglian.

"She is about to make her last fight. Before Jingshenglian completely devours Wumei, she cannot be allowed to arouse all of Wumei's resentment."

At this time, Irene seemed to be a different person, her pink expression became dignified, and her jade hand waved Jingshenglian to absorb all the black mist of Wumei.

Wentian nodded, she had to control Wenya and wait for the Jingshenglian to be completely purified.

Hei was summoned from the dimensional space. Although he knew that he had been backlashed by the black dragon, he did not hesitate at all.

The moment he holds the advanced Tyrannosaurus Spear in his hand, it feels like the whole world is under his feet, which is an indescribable pleasure.

A trace of blood red flashed across his eyes, but they were instantly wiped out by the soft light produced by the Jingshenglian.

In this closed space, he didn't dare to use area-of-effect skills such as Storm Demon Dragon Po and Demon Dragon Yaoshi, so he could only catch her first in close combat.

The moment he started his quick footwork, he flashed to Wenya who was on the verge of collapse and madness.

Seeing the nails covered in jet black clawing at him, the speed and strength are extremely fast, if caught, the skin may be torn off.

Chong…

The Overlord Demon Spear in her hand collided with her blade-sharp fingertips, making a harsh sound like hitting metal, and even sparks were rubbed out.

"Thunder half-moon split!"

He just wanted to try a new move. Although this move can only be used with the greatest power under the moon, the normal damage should not be underestimated.

Wentian stepped back a few steps, leaped and somersaulted, and the spear in his hand drew several bright lights like a crescent moon, but at this moment his figure disappeared.

Nangong Wenyabu raised his head and looked around with bloodshot eyes, but he didn't notice where Nangong Wentian was.

Under the fury, the sharp armor of both hands swung countless blades, slashing towards the surroundings frantically.

rumbling...

The surrounding stone walls began to collapse under the berserk attack, but she was still attacking wildly regardless of the consequences, trying to force Nangong Wentian out.

"Half moon!"

He only heard a shout, and a seemingly weak but extremely domineering half-moon spear slashed down. Seeing this, Nangong Wenya wanted to block it with his jade hands, but was forced back a few meters and hit the leg of the loud stone statue.

puff…

Feeling a sweetness in the throat, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the stone statue, his jade hand wiped the already pale red lips, and his eyes glared at Nangong Wentian, who had lost Wumei's power, she was no match for him in terms of strength.

"I…"

Seeing that Wenya was injured, Wentian felt a pain in his heart, he walked slowly for a few steps but stopped, now he can't give up all his previous efforts.

Looking back, I saw that Jingshenglian and Wumei had produced an overwhelming quality, and the black mist overflowing from Wumei was also completely absorbed by Jingshenglian.

He couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart, as expected, one thing descended one thing, the thing that even the Demon Dragon Yaoshi couldn't help at the beginning, is now directly crushed to death by a lotus flower.

At this time, the black mist surrounding Nangong Wenya's body also began to be absorbed by Jing Shenglian, but her expression appeared extremely painful, and she began to scream wildly with her head in her arms.

Nangong Wentian had no choice but to turn his head and couldn't bear to look at her directly. Every heart-piercing scream pierced his heart.

"I won't lose...I won't lose..."

Nangong Wenya screamed like crazy, and the side of her beautiful face began to twist.

Suddenly, a sense of oppression erupted from her body that Wentian had never felt before, and this energy was even stronger than before.

"Wumei is about to make her last dying struggle!"

Irene, who was still manipulating the Jingshenglian, said indifferently, her eyes were as cold as ice.

Wentian hurriedly backed away at the edge of the space, as if he saw the vague figure of the Nine-Winged Goddess emerging from Irene's body.

what…

Following Nangong Wenya's angry shout, a blinding glare lit up in this small space, directly making Wentian unable to open his eyes.

rumbling...

After feeling the ground shaking, when she opened her eyes again, she found that Jingshenglian had returned to Irene's palm, and Wumei was beginning to peel off petal by petal like a withered flower.

After falling on the ground, it turned into black air and dissipated with the wind.

Wentian hurried forward and found that Wenya was lying on the rocky ground dying, her pupils had changed back to the previous color.

The temperament suddenly became quiet, just like the two of them.

"elder brother…"

Wentian helped her up, seeing that she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes completely, her face was very pale and ugly, she looked at her brother who was hugging her in a weak tone, and opened her mouth slightly.

"It's okay, I'll take you home." He subconsciously hugged Ya Ya, fearing that he would become that cold-blooded and ruthless girl again.

"Go and stop Arya... Her magic weapon fusion formation is almost complete... Once she advances to the holy beast, even Yulong and Yudao will be implicated..."

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