Bang--!!

A large number of frost-covered vines broke through the ground and rushed into the air at an astonishing speed, like a snow-white ice vine snake, opening its huge mouth and gushing out cold air.

On the back of the ice vine snake, An Qingyu was carrying a black coffin, his eyes fixed on the third seat, with a gray light flashing in his eyes.

The third seat snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pointed at the ice vine snake from a distance.

Several ferocious thunders gathered into a dazzling long sword of lightning, which pierced through the air in an instant and pierced into the mouth of the ice vine snake with a ray of electric light. The surging lightning wandered on the surface of the vine, shattering it from the center.

An Qingyu's expression did not change at all, and he slowly spoke to the ice vine under him:

"All the forbidden ruins he recorded require the help of that ink-colored shell to be used. As long as it is broken, [Nine Yin] will be completely ineffective."

"Hey, I understand."

A voice came from the collapsing ice vine snake.

Whoosh! !

A figure wearing jade armor and surrounded by nine forbidden objects flew out from the collapsing ice vines. A faint light flashed on the ragged gray cloak. Baili Pangpang turned into a shadow and flew straight to the face of the third seat.

He stretched out his hand among the nine forbidden objects, grabbed a sheep horn in his hand, and gently slapped the third seat.

Zodiac sign, Aries.

A white light burst out from the tip of the goat's horn, ignoring the armor and falling directly on the shoulder of the third seat. A splash of blood instantly splashed in the air!

The third seat felt pain, and his expression beneath the inky shell twisted slightly. Before he could make any move, a dark blue figure shot out from the deep pit on the ground again.

Galan held [Tianque] in his hand and rushed into the air like an arrow. With a point of the spear tip, a dazzling golden beam of light shone again!

Swish——!

At the critical moment, a flash of lightning burst out from the third seat's body again, and the whole person disappeared on the spot.

When he stood firm, his eyes were full of shock when he looked at Galan.

How is she still alive?

The blow that hit her just now consumed a lot of the Third Seat's mental energy. Even if other "Kleins" were hit by this blow, they would be half-crippled if not dead...

How come she's like nothing happened?!

"Darkest Erosion."

In the darkness of the night, Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and gently clenched it towards the third seat. All the gravel and steel bars on the ground that were soaked in darkness flew up and gathered into three cones in front of him, quietly floating in the air.

At the same time, a faint golden light bloomed on the three cones.

[The mortal realm of God].

He raised the [Qi Yuan] long sword in his right hand and tapped on these cones with the "miracle" property. With a terrifying burst of kinetic energy, the three cones instantly pierced through the space and whizzed out with a piercing sonic boom!

The third seat turned into lightning and easily avoided the flight paths of the three cones.

However, as luck would have it, the flight paths of two of the cones intersected and collided with each other in mid-air. The exploded debris shot out like a barrage of bullets, carrying with it terrifying kinetic energy and hitting the third seat nearby, making dozens of dents in that inky outer shell.

The shadow of the woman on his body gradually became blurred, and the lightning around him also dimmed.

The third seat had an extremely gloomy expression.

Just as An Qingyu said, the forbidden ruins he recorded must be performed with this ink-colored shell as the medium. If the shell is damaged too seriously, [Nine Yin] will be forced to stop...

Damn it!

If it were in their heyday, as long as the three black flowers bloomed at the same time, none of these guys would be able to leave here alive!

The third seat cursed in his heart.

Shen Qingzhu looked at the embarrassed figure of the third seat, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, a black ring mixed in with the flying gravel and flew straight towards him.

Shen Qingzhu was stunned and reached out to take the ring.

[Soul-breaking Sword]?

Shen Qingzhu looked up at the figure wearing a Zhu Bajie mask in the corner. The latter had his back to him, with his right hand behind his back, and secretly made a "yeah" gesture.

Shen Qingzhu glanced around and confirmed that the third and ninth seats had not noticed him. He quickly put the ring back on his middle finger, then pretended to be bitter and resentful, and rushed towards the ninth seat while muttering something in a mysterious manner.

Jiang Er's possession of the Ninth Seat had been dragged to its limit. The Ninth Seat, having regained his freedom, began to attack Jiang Er who was floating in the air.

However, no matter how he attacked, he could not touch the incorporeal Jiang Er. He frowned slightly, and finally changed his target and began to chase An Qingyu who was carrying the black coffin.

boom--!!

The air in front of him was suddenly compressed, and then the violent explosion forced him to stop.

The ninth seat looked back and saw Shen Qingzhu with red eyes, running towards him madly, his face suddenly became serious.

"Are you also under mind control..."

After hesitating for a moment, he gave up chasing An Qingyu and turned to rescue the "controlled" Shen Qingzhu.

Generally speaking, there are many ways to solve this kind of mental control situation, such as directly dealing with the caster, or using external factors to awaken the consciousness of the controlled person. As for the current situation, it is very difficult for the Ninth Seat to catch up with the highly mobile Lin Qiye.

Therefore, he could only find a way to awaken Shen Qingzhu's own consciousness.

The most effective method is to restart his consciousness... that is, to knock him out.

The ninth seat stepped on the spiral energy, surging mental power stimulated, he stared at Shen Qingzhu's red eyes, clenched his fists, and veins bulged.

The corners of Shen Qingzhu's mouth twitched slightly.

He snapped his fingers twice in succession, and two high-pressure air walls appeared between him and the Ninth Seat. However, they were still blown up one after another by the Ninth Seat's extremely lethal fists!

Unlike the twelfth seat, there is an absolute realm gap between the ninth seat and Shen Qingzhu.

When the Ninth Seat got serious, it was difficult for Shen Qingzhu to defeat him, not to mention that Shen Qingzhu himself didn't want to use a killing move on him.

Seeing Shen Qingzhu in danger, Cao Yuan rushed over quickly. At this moment, a strange and brilliant light bloomed around the Ninth Seat and Shen Qingzhu!

Shen Qingzhu only felt a flash before his eyes, and after a dizzy feeling as if the world was spinning, everything around him became quiet again.

The ninth seat's fist rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes!

Bang--!!

Shen Qingzhu was knocked flying backwards.

Of course, the Ninth Seat held back on this punch. His original intention was not to hurt Shen Qingzhu, but to knock him out of his state of mental control.

The Ninth Seat, who had knocked Shen Qingzhu away, looked around. He didn't know when, but he and Shen Qingzhu were the only two people left in this underground space...

The group of masked men, as well as the third seat, all disappeared without a trace.

"Is this... a nightmare space?"

The ninth seat seemed to have thought of something, with a hint of joy in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the altar behind him, and saw a man covered in blood and wearing a tattered tuxedo sitting on the top of the altar, his face extremely pale.

"Master Whispering!"

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