"Aren't a realm master dead? Jiangling can kill, we can't kill?" The woman with a face covered with mist chuckled.

"Then let's try it, you can't kill it."

The robe of the Realm Lord spread out loud and turned into stars all over the sky, litting the entire sky.

"He would do this, too?"

Jiangling looked at the sky with interesting interest.

Dealing with the essence of heaven and earth has always been Jiangling's specialty, but he didn't expect that the world master was also proficient.

Jiangling tried to activate energy and found that the connection between the mind and the essence of heaven and earth was to bypass a long distance. In other words, the sky above Jiangling and his team were obscured by the Lord of the Realm.

"Since there will be a battle between the two worlds, it is better to resolve some threats in advance."

Another male transcendent said coldly.

"I want to say this sentence." The Lord of Realm also had a cold face.

Bidding is not the patent of low-level monks. Transcendents also like to brag, but their bragging skills are more knowledgeable.

"boom."

The two sides disliked each other and started fighting on the spot, completely ignoring Jiangling.

"What happened, the people from the Witch Clan appeared in the Feixian Empire."

As several transcendents fought, the voice of Skynet rang in Jiangling's mind.

"Witch Clan?" Jiang Ling's pupils shrank a few times.

The witch clan is very strong. Not to mention anything else, the twelve ancestor witches have the power to sweep the world.

"How many witch clans are there, and in which area?" Jiangling hurriedly asked about the hidden lines of Skynet.

The last time the witch tribe traveled to the different dimensions, Jiangling ruined the ancestral witch and offended the witch tribe to death.

"Here you come." Skynet replied.

"Woo woo woo woo woo."

Amid the terrifying ghost crying, a rich yin energy attacked, and then a huge evil ghost covered in armor floated over. With a wave of his arm, the huge Death Scythe flashed with a cold light and slashed down at Jiangling's neck.

"Those."

Jiangling remained calm in the face of danger and shouted softly, urging the heavenly vein of the Lord.

In an instant, a yellowish light floated out from Jiangling's skin, and his strong defense blocked the sharp Death Scythe.

"Where did the evil ghost come from?"

A golden light flashed in Jiangling's eyes, and a punch with the power of blood and the sharpness of the sky vein, blasting the sickle, smashing the huge sickle.

The powerful force rushed into the evil ghost's body along the sickle, breaking the evil ghost's body.

"The cultivation of Feixian Emperor has improved again, which is gratifying."

The old and stern voice came from far to near. A moment later, a tall and thin old man dressed in mao appeared in Jiangling's sight.

"Witch clan, wizard." Jiang Ling frowned and looked at the transparent crystal ball held in his hand. The crystal ball contained a thick black mist.

There are roughly three types of witch clans: one is a wizard who controls the soul, the other is a alchemist who controls the power of elements, and the martial wizard who has powerful physical bodies.

Fortunately, the ancestor witch did not come.

Jiufeng's essence and blood were swallowed up by Jiangling, and it was probably still in the weak stage?

But it has been decades since that incident, and he should have recovered. The most powerful thing about the ancestor witch is his physical body. The little injury he suffered is a trivial matter for him.

"Who are you? I haven't seen you."

Jiangling and the witch clan wizards looked at each other.

"Yin Ming." The man told Jiang Ling happily that his face did not cover up, but chose to restrain his breath.

Perhaps because of his excessive contact with his soul, the skin on his face was dry and sallow, a little stronger than skin and bones.

"Is this your name? Yin Ming?" Jiang Ling accurately interpreted these two words from the fluctuations of his soul.

"yes."

"A very special name." Jiang Ling's face looked strange.

"roar!"

While Jiangling was talking to him, a large group of witch clan members appeared, rushed into the grassroots battlefield, joined the camp of the spiritual world, and fought against the army of the Feixian Empire.

"You are irrational in doing this, do you know? Can't you see that the army in the spiritual world is at an absolute disadvantage?"

"That was before, now that the members of the Witch Clan are coming, and the result will naturally be reversed." Yin Ming said calmly.

"You won even more confident than Jiufeng."

"go."

Yin Ming doesn't like to talk, sits cross-legged in the air, presses his hands on the crystal ball, and gently touches it.

"Woo woo woo woo woo."

The crying sounds that made the scalp numb and sounded in various areas, scaring the children in the Feixian Empire to cry loudly.

"Swish."

Shadows floated out of the void and rushed towards Jiangling.

"Let me try your strength."

Jiangling took out the copper coffin directly, magnified it to the size of a mountain, and used his magical powers to him.

As the copper coffin shook violently, the lid flew out automatically, and then a terrifying suction force came from the inside of the copper coffin, swallowing a part of the floating soul.

What's strange is that Jiang Ling did not sense the soul swallowed by the copper coffin, but felt that he only swallowed a large area of ​​air.

"Ao!"

When Jiangling was confused, the ghost roar suddenly started to scream in Jiangling's ear, frightening Jiangling, who was caught off guard, so much that his hair stood up.

Jiangling subconsciously reached out to block the place where the sound came, but only felt the cold wind blowing through his palm, and then a hideous ghost face reflected in front of Jiangling, with his empty and silent eyes staring at Jiangling.

Before Jiangling could attack, his face penetrated into Jiangling's body.

At this moment, Jiangling felt that his soul was almost pulled out by external forces. Fortunately, the real spirit of the bronze coffin suppressed Jiangling's soul and stabilized Jiangling's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hey, where is that soul? I clearly watched him enter my body. Where did he go? Why didn't Jiangling find him?"

When Jiangling stabilized his soul, he found that the soul was gone.

"Peng."

A huge crystal ball flew over and hit Jiangling's chest, knocking Jiangling away.

The moment he was thrown out, Jiang Ling looked at the crystal ball that was magnified countless times in front of him, and had only one thought in his mind: Can this damn crystal ball be used to smash people?

The wizards in the movie don't play like this.

“Dig out the heart.”

Yin Ming sat cross-legged in the air and calmly ordered Jiangling.

"Think I'm stupid?" Jiang Ling sneered disdainfully.

But what surprised Jiangling was that Jiangling's right hand was stretched to his heart without hesitation, and his five fingers bent into claws, piercing them into his heart with force.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!" Jiang Ling was shocked and tried to control his right hand to stop, but his arm lost control.

It was not until now that Jiangling developed, and he actually lost control of the parts below his neck.

"It was that soul. He entered Jiangling's body and blocked the connection point between Jiangling's brain and body."

Jiang Ling knew his body well and almost instantly understood what was going on.

"Come out!"

Jiang Ling shouted softly and mobilized the power of the copper coffin to scan the body from beginning to end.

"Puchi."

But at this time, Jiang Ling's right hand had already broken through his skin and muscles and penetrated into his chest.

"ah."

Not long after, Jiangling felt his heart be pinched by his fingers, and the strong sense of suffocation made Jiangling scream.

"roll!"

It was also at this moment that Jiangling found his soul and used the power of the copper coffin to shake him out.

"Woooo."

The soul fled quickly. Before Jiangling could take action, it disappeared from Jiangling's eyes, fled into the void, and returned to the crystal ball of Yinming.

As Jiangling expected, the soul blocked Jiangling's brain and body, and allowed itself to form a brain-like organization, connecting Jiangling's trunk, thereby replacing Jiangling's brain and manipulating Jiangling.

This method is interesting. If Jiangling had no bronze coffin, he would have died at his own hands long ago.
To be continued...