This feeling is a bit like a cat playing with a mouse, you can't escape anyway, and you keep consuming you, watching you die step by step.

As for Wu Jiawei, he kept leaning against the door and didn't move for a moment. It was not that he didn't want to fight back, but... he didn't know what to do.

When an opponent stands in front of you, no matter how strong he is, he can at least do one match. Now, the opponent is everywhere, but he can't find anyone if he wants to fight. Wu Jiawei is not good at talisman-based magic, but a Taoist sword. The situation in front of him makes him at a loss and he doesn't know how to help Ye Shaoyang.

"Brother Shaoyang... how are they doing!"

Outside, on the sunny mountain road, Zhou Jingru waited for a long time without any movement, and couldn't help asking Lao Guo and Qiu Ying for help.

"Wait, believe him." Old Guo took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and his palms were covered in sweat.

Ying Mei originally wanted to play with rats, but she found that... this rat was really amazing: Ye Shaoyang had a lot of spiritual talismans. In this time, he had consumed dozens of them, but Ye Shaoyang calmly took out more spiritual talismans... and they were all drawn.

"How come you have so many talismans!" Ying Mei's voice was filled with anger.

"Are there many? These were painted by Ye Shaoyang overnight before entering Jiuxing Pavilion. He originally planned to use them on Xingyue Nu, but they were useless. I dare not say that there were more, and there were still hundreds of them."

"Even if you have a few thousand pictures, there will always be a time to use it."

"Okay, okay, just don't worry."

After a while, Ying Mei was really anxious and didn't want to just waste it like this. Although the talisman was always exhausted, she suddenly changed her tactics and condensed a black shadow in front of Ye Shaoyang. In an instant, she knocked on the talisman and came towards him.

"Heaven and earth are like mirrors!"

A talisman burned, and at the same time, Ying Mei rushed to Ye Shaoyang, but was immediately hit by a white light and bounced out.

It is not real white light, but the mirror of the Yin-Yang Mirror. With the help of the light reflected by the talisman fire, the shadow is invisible and invisible, but facing the mirror, it will also be reflected and cannot be penetrated.

Of course, this was just Ye Shaoyang's guess before, and now it has been proven.

After the Shadow Beauty was popped up, there was no movement for a long time.

"What's wrong? Don't give up on a small setback." Ye Shaoyang teased him.

Ying Mei was silent for a moment and said coldly: "Ye Shaoyang, I underestimated you, but what can you do with your trick?"

Ye Shaoyang said: "Then stop talking nonsense. If you have any tricks, use them all, and you will die. Just this moment!"

Yingmei chuckled, and there was no attack for a long time.

Suddenly, Ye Shaoyang felt his feet weak, as if he had been trapped in the soil, and hurriedly lit two talismans to illuminate them. He looked down: the ground under him had a crack, and a thick black air was emitted from it. He was flowing quickly with himself as the core, constantly climbing towards him, as if countless hands were holding his legs and dragging them down hard.

From the depths of the crack, there were strange screams like ghosts and wolves howling.

Hell of the Abyss!

Yingmei did use her own secret methods.

"Ye Shaoyang, I see how you can escape this time!" Yingmei sneaked into the crack first, and two black shadow-like hands grabbed Ye Shaoyang's legs. Ye Shaoyang felt support, but in this way, he continued to sink, and he was like a huge swamp under him, and there was no place to borrow power.

Ye Shaoyang hurriedly used his own cultivation to resist the power under him, but he could only slightly slow down the speed of his sinking.

Soon, his entire waist sank into the cracks, soaked in the black air, feeling a burning pain like in the sea of ​​fire.

Victory was in sight, and Ying Mei didn't let go. She dragged Ye Shaoyang tightly, trying to get it in one step, completely drag him into the Abyssin Hell, throw his body and soul to the evil spirits, so that he could grab his soul and go to Xuanyuan Mountain, and that would be accomplished.

Wu Jiawei stood in the corner, and with the faint light coming from the crack, he looked at Ye Shaoyang who was constantly sinking, his hands holding the sword were covered with sweat.

In the Nine Star Pavilion, the light ball formed by nine groups of wishes surround the Qingzhou tripod, constantly transmitting the wishes to the tripod. The green light on the tripod shines, flashing light and dark.

Time flowed silently. Suddenly, several spiritual lights flew out from the Qingzhou tripod, tangled in the air, constantly changing into strange shapes, sometimes like big birds, sometimes like beehives, sometimes like flames, sometimes like a huge orchid, beautiful and wonderful. Finally, the spiritual light decomposed and turned into a layer of white mist, covering the Qingzhou tripod, with lights shining on it, like stars in the sky.

This quiet wonder kept a stick of incense for a stick of time, and was suddenly broken gently. A figure flew out of the Qingzhou tripod, which was the Star Moon slave. She was hanging in the air, and all the starlight continued to gather towards her, forming a huge auspicious cloud, which fell at her feet, and there were five-colored divine lights, which were plated thickly around her. If this image was seen by ordinary humans, she would definitely treat her as a god.

In fact, she has indeed been considered a god who has attained enlightenment and has escaped from the cycle of life and death.

When the divine light on his body gradually restrained, Xingyuenu took a deep breath, opened his eyes, looked around, and grinned.

"So the so-called Hunyuan Wuji Avenue is like this..."

Xingyuenu even felt different when looking at the world. He had a lot of wonderful feelings in his heart, which was hard to say. She raised her hand to try it out, and in just one moment, she broke the cave and appeared in the palace. Behind her, more than a dozen disciples, knelt on the ground together, congratulations to her on her successful attainment.

Xingyue Nu grabbed the Qingzhou tripod in his hand, narrowed it down to the size of a jar, and reached out to touch it gently, "How long has it been to deal with the disaster for me, otherwise it is unknown whether I can pass this life and death barrier."

Kumarajiva came from the opposite side of the palace, followed by a little novice monk from somewhere. Kumarajiva folded his hands together and bowed slightly and said, "Congratulations to Elder Xing for understanding the great way."

Xingyuenu bowed to thank him.

Kumarajiva observed the buildings of the palace and the murals on both sides and said, "This place is very good, and you have put in your effort."

"It's a pity that everyone asked you to let go, otherwise I will be the creator of this world now."

"The Creator is not easy to be a good person." Kumarajiva chuckled, "Elder Xing, you have just seen the great way and have great strength. You will act in the future. Please do your best. Don't use my Pangu monk's lineage."

After hearing this, Xingyue Nu was a little unhappy and said, "The master has been waiting for so long, and he is going to tell me this?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!