The medicine gas rushes to the sky

"The last chance, if you are still stubborn, I can frustrate you in an instant, and I will be implicated."

The voice of the virtual shadow was cold and did not contain the slightest emotion.

Absolutely no one dares to doubt his words.

He had already pinched Zeng zizhenzun's part, and what he held in his hand was Zeng zizhenzun's spiritual consciousness.

Life and death are completely in the hands of the virtual shadow.

At the moment, even the warrior God can't help.

If it is outside the sky, maybe the warrior God can help one or two.

But this is the fairyland, and the warrior God Zun can never appear.

Otherwise, it will touch the scourge and even destroy the whole fairy world.

"You don't have to give me a chance. I can't kill you. I can disgust you."

However, the voice of Zeng Zizhen's jade and stone burning came from the spiritual consciousness held by the virtual shadow.

At the next moment, Zeng Zizhen's spiritual consciousness trembled:

"Burst!"

An earth shaking voice came from Zeng Zizhen's spiritual consciousness.

He chose to explode himself.

Spiritual consciousness explodes, which will do more damage to the Buddha.

This is a completely desperate play, which will affect the foundation of the Buddha. It is certain that the cultivation level will drop, and it is almost impossible to recover the cultivation.

No matter ye Youran or the virtual image, he didn't expect Zeng Zizhen to be so reckless.

Of course, Zeng zizhenzun also knew that his spiritual knowledge was very weak after all.

Even self explosion can't cause real damage to the virtual shadow at all.

The self explosion at the spiritual level can only form a spiritual storm at most, causing a certain degree of damage to the mind of the virtual shadow.

However, just at this time, when Zeng Zizhen's spiritual consciousness was about to explode, the virtual shadow panicked:

"Old man Zeng, you're crazy. Stop quickly."

The virtual shadow said, and immediately condensed into an entity.

That is a graceful man.

He is dressed in a white windbreaker with red lips and white teeth. He is a good childe in the world.

But at the moment, the good childe of the turbid world looked nervous.

And he made every effort to maintain the stability of Zeng Zizhen's spiritual consciousness.

Because once the explosion, he will not only be implicated, but also cause great harm to Zeng zizhenzun.

This is obviously not what he wants to see.

But ye Youran is a little confused at the moment.

What the hell is going on?

The two killed and worked before.

Why, suddenly, they seem to know each other.

Who is the man with red lips and white teeth? Why did he call Zeng Zizhen old man Zeng?

This title seems a little intimate.

Also, the man with red lips and white teeth was really nervous about Zeng Zizhen's life and death, not acting.

If he was just worried that Zeng zizhenzun's self explosion would hurt him.

With his cultivation, means and speed, he can escape in an instant, rather than struggling to maintain the spiritual stability of Zeng Zizhen.

He's trying to stop Zeng Zizhen's self explosion!

"Prickly head! Why are you?"

However, at this time, Zeng Zizhen Zun obviously recognized the man with red lips and white teeth.

He asked stupidly.

Prickly head? What's the name?

Ye Youran wondered.

These two people are obviously a pair of old friends!

Otherwise, there can be no such title.

"Who else can it be if it's not me? Settle down now. Don't really explode for me."

The man who was called a prick said anxiously.

Zeng zizhenzun also realized that the situation was not good.

This psychic explosion doesn't mean you can stop.

He used to treat death like home.

Now the spiritual consciousness is extremely unstable. Even with the help of the prick, it is difficult for Zeng zizhenzun to stop again.

"I can't stop now, but your boy will give me an explanation immediately, or I will kill you when you go to Tianwaitian in the future."

Zeng Zizhen roared.

Before, it was obvious that the prick really wanted his life.

That's why Zeng Zizhen died.

Now that things have come to this point, it's only a matter of time before they explode.

But what makes Zeng Zizhen Zun feel worse than self explosion is why the head prick was like this before.

"Let me do it!"

However, ye leisurely at this time, no matter what the relationship between Zeng zizhenzun and the prickly head is.

Now Zeng zizhenzun's situation is critical. They have made up, and ye Youran naturally can't stand idly by.

The prick head is obviously a cultivation of nature level, but it is difficult for him to stabilize the spiritual consciousness of Zeng Zizhen, who is about to explode.

But ye Youran can.

Ye leisurely runs the power of merit and virtue, all of which are transmitted to Zeng Zizhen's spiritual consciousness.

If it cannot be stabilized, once the spiritual consciousness explodes, Zeng Zizhen's self will be greatly implicated. This price is not what ye Youran wants to see and can bear.

It's not easy. Now the Huaxia gang has two fortune level strongmen.

If you lose one, you will lose a lot.

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to have this skill."

The man who was called a prick said to ye Youran in surprise.

Then he also increased his strength and said to Zeng zizhenzun:

"You should calm down quickly and give me the blessing of meritorious power. Don't disgrace me old guys."

Zeng Zizhen realized that the power of merit and virtue was best at the way of balance.

At the moment, Zeng zizhenzun doesn't care to quarrel with the prick.

Calm down and try to calm down your spiritual consciousness.

After about half an hour.

Ye Youran has completely exhausted herself.

Zeng Zizhen's spiritual consciousness was stable.

Then, the chaotic spiritual consciousness slowly condensed into the virtual shadow of Zeng Zizhen.

However, Zeng Zizhen Zun, who calmed down, opened his eyes at the moment.

It was a hard blow to the thorn head.

In the face of Zeng Zizhen's fist, the prick did not dodge.

With a smile, he accepted Zeng zizhenzun's punch.

However, Zeng zizhenzun's fist hurt him almost as much as tickling.

It couldn't hurt him at all. At least there was no trace on his handsome face with red lips and white teeth.

"Hey, hey, if you haven't calmed down, you can punch me again. I promise not to fight back."

He smiled gracefully.

This made Zeng Zizhen very angry.

Although the strength of the two people is half the weight, he Nai is only a part, not even a part. Now he has only one spiritual knowledge left.

Even if the prick doesn't fight back, he can't hurt the prick at all.

"Give me an explanation, or I won't give up!"

Zeng zizhenzun's voice was very cold.

He doesn't want to hear anything now, just an explanation.

"There's no way! There's a traitor in our Confucian school. Except that I'm sure I haven't betrayed, I maintain absolute doubt about anyone. If I don't test you, I can't rest assured."

The prick said, his face and tone were very dignified.

Traitor, these two words are like the top of Mount Tai, which makes the atmosphere of the scene depressed and heavy in an instant.

Ye Youran stared at it and kept silent.