The sick villain maxed out the favorability of the protagonist

Thinking about it this way, Venerable Wuwang regained a bit of self-confidence:
That's right, whether it's an old monster or a little girl, one's cultivation level cannot be faked, no matter what, they are a big class behind him.

No matter how exquisite the spellcasting level is, it is impossible to completely cover this shortcoming that cannot be ignored...

Struggling to resist the opponent's more and more compelling spells, Venerable Wuwu encouraged himself while trying to squeeze his rusty brain and think about strategies against the enemy.

For most cultivators, fighting the enemy across a large class is a far-fetched delusion, so they basically don't bother to think about it on weekdays:
When a low-level monk encounters a strong enemy, what kind of strategy should he use to make up for the gap in cultivation as much as possible?

Of course, the reverse is also the same. Why did the high-level monks pay attention to the weak birds whose cultivation level is lower than his?
But now, Venerable Wu Wang has fallen into a difficult situation because of his underestimation of the enemy, and the spectators are also thoughtful. Li Yan and the two of them can be regarded as a lesson for everyone.

To sum up, the difference in the strength of monks of different classes mainly lies in two points, one is spiritual power, and the other is mind.

The higher the level of cultivation, the purer the spiritual power and the more reserves, and of course the spells cast are more powerful.

And after advancing, the mind will become more condensed, the range of control and sensing will be extended and expanded, and the auxiliary effect in battle will naturally be better.

The spiritual power reserves of monks in the Nascent Soul Stage are not much different from those in the Transformation God Stage, similar to hills and mountains, and it is not a qualitative change.

What's more, there are two strange fires in Li Yan's body, so the purity and reserve of his spiritual power has already approached Venerable Wuwang.

In the case of excluding the confrontation of spiritual thoughts, Li Yan can stabilize Venerable Wuwang in terms of spells, which is his biggest advantage and chance of winning at present.

But in essence, Venerable Wuwang has more chances to win, because from the mind of the Nascent Soul stage to the divine mind of the Transformation God stage, it is equivalent to hundreds of rivers entering the sea, and a real qualitative change has taken place——

Leaving aside the other things for the time being, let's just say that if Venerable Wu Wang poured most of his divine thoughts and spiritual power into the magic weapon when he just started the fight, he would crush him with the advantage of his strength.

He had already won the position of the Supreme Demon Dao.

It just so happened that this poor-witted man was led by the nose by the cunning enemy from the very beginning.

When Jiang Anning restrained his talisman and divine sense, Venerable Wu Wang thought that the other party had made a foolish move.

Therefore, he did not fully control the magic weapon to break through the sword array, but instead cast a powerful attack spell with great interest.

If he directly forced his divine sense to break through the sword array, Jiang Aning might become delirious due to the strong impact and be unable to fight anymore——

However, Venerable Wu Wang at that time was in a state of self-importance. How could his "war to reach the summit" be over so soon?
That would be really unexciting, and besides, he wanted to beat up the little girl surnamed Jiang until her face burst into tears, so he made a "detour".

Just such a "detour", the situation turned sharply and the outcome was reversed:
Venerable Wu Wang is equivalent to giving up the advantage of divine sense on his own, and began to waste his spiritual power and fight spells with the enemy.

But who are his enemies?
That's Gu Xiaoluo, the Supreme Demon Dao who has attained the pinnacle of spells. It's no wonder that Venerable Wu Wang can take advantage of it.

Fortunately, at this time, Venerable Wu Wang finally reacted:
He is so stupid, what kind of spells are you fighting with an evildoer?
As long as you use your divine sense to crush the opponent's mind, the victory will naturally belong to him!

There were a few more "bang bang" sounds, and the hammer that swallowed the sky and devoured the earth burst out with powerful vigor one after another, pushing the Sancai lock sword formation to the point of collapse.

Venerable Wuwang suppressed all his spiritual thoughts, while Jiang Aning resisted stubbornly——

Both sides are fighting for the last one, and now it depends on whether Jiang Anning's mind will collapse first, or Venerable Wu Wang's mind will be exhausted first, or his protective spell will be invalid due to exhaustion of spiritual power.

The pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and Jiang Anning's face was getting paler, sweat was dripping from her temples, and her eyes were turning black...

But as long as she thinks about her sweetheart, she will have a steady stream of courage and motivation, and her own potential will explode like a blowout!

Up to this point, all the spectators forgot to breathe, couldn't bear to blink, and didn't want to miss any details.

Blood gurgled from the corner of Jiang Anning's mouth. She swallowed several mouthfuls of blood before, not wanting to show weakness, but at this moment she really couldn't control it...

Everyone could see that Jiang Anning was close to the limit, but this girl was so amazing, she could hardly hold her thoughts, yet she was able to cast spells with two purposes——

That powerful secret technique that seems to be instinctive!

What made Venerable Wuwang even more collapsed was that because he no longer used spells to counterattack and focused on defense and oppression of spiritual thoughts, Jiang Anning's stupid cow changed from a defensive state to an attacking state...

"Monster, what a monster, I admit defeat!"

He finally couldn't stand it anymore, and if he didn't admit defeat, he would be burnt to pieces.

"Huh—" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and turned their admiring gazes to Jiang Aning.

Reluctance to regain her composure, Jiang Anning raised her hand to wipe off the blood on her lips, and said with a smile, "If you carry on for a while longer, I will admit defeat!"

Venerable Wu Wang spat out a mouthful of old blood, and glared at Jiang Aning fiercely, "Stop ridiculing me, I will be king and loser, I will accept my fate!"

As he said that, he roared and rushed into his floating island to rest and recuperate——

He was hurt physically and mentally.

"I didn't mean to ridicule you, I just told the truth."

Jiang Anning watched the back of Venerable Wu Wang melt into the restraint, shrugged, turned to look at the five masters, and said lightly:

"The matter of guarding the ring is over, right? I'll go back to the island to sleep after I'm done."

The heads of the various families exchanged glances at each other and said with fake smiles: "It's over, Venerable Jiang is going to rest, and the rest of the trivial matters can be discussed later."

"Hey, how can you call me venerable? My cultivation is not yet at the stage of transforming gods, and I don't have a place in the top ten esteemed positions... Don't make a mistake."

Jiang Anning chuckled a few times, patted Stupid Niu on the back, and flew leisurely to the first floating island, with a sense of righteousness in every gesture, leaving only a group of people looking up at him.

At the moment when the three members of Mo Dao Zhizun's family crossed the restriction, the bustle and hustle and bustle that suddenly erupted in the mountain belly were all isolated from the outside.

On the floating island, the peach blossoms are still there.

Having reaped a wonderful victory with the dear masters, the stupid cow seems to be very happy, and the thin tail is flicking happily.

After returning to the floating island, it graciously carried the Supreme Demon and his wife, who were exhausted from the battle and cuddled together, all the way to the big bed in the bedroom in the tower.

Then moo mooed and left, leaving space for the sweet couple.