Ye Luoli: The Master of Seven Emotions and Six Desires

The dark red magic circle reappeared in rotation, and a majestic, tall, dark phantom wearing fine armor emerged from it, holding a sharp long sword, and stabbed it heavily towards the back of Pang Zun, who was unable to move.

"Damn it..." Pang Zun's pupils shrank suddenly, he gritted his teeth and broke free from the shackles of his left hand, quickly gathered the immortal power in his body, and shouted loudly: "Lightning and thunder!"

"One hundred thousand volts!"

The surging thunder suddenly appeared, and the violent impact was generated, directly repelling the soldiers who originally surrounded Pang Zun, and was forced to dissipate into pale light dust.

Facing General Gu Wu's imminent blow, Pang Zun decisively crossed his fisted hands against each other and collided with the gray-red sword edge without fear, instantly causing huge waves in the aftermath.

"Yo yo yo, you have a chance." Seeing this scene, Martial God Ling raised his eyebrows and said with satisfaction: "This is the only one who deserves to be called my opponent, Martial God Ling."

"Powu painted halberd!"

Wu Shen Ling grasped the handle of the Powu painted halberd, pointed the tip of the spear at Pang Zun, who was in a stalemate with General Guwu, jumped up, and stabbed Pang Zun straight into his undefended back. He reached over and wanted to stab it through.

"No, Pang Zun, be careful!" Shi Xi was startled, quickly raised the staff of time, and shouted in a low voice in the direction of Martial God Ling's sneak attack: "Ye Luoli's magic, four seasons, twenty-four o'clock, the long river of time Be still!”

After the words fell, a huge and exquisite time dial appeared instantly, the hands stood still on it, and the faint blue light flickered, demonstrating the supremacy of time and also containing unpredictable energy.

The beam of light shot out at lightning speed, and with a violent roar, it landed on the body of Martial God Ling accurately and silently.

"What?!" Martial God Ling was stunned, and lost his mind for a moment. Then he was perfectly hit by Shi Xi's magic disk. His whole body was frozen in place and could no longer move.

"Good opportunity!" Pang Zun suddenly raised his head, held the tip of General Guwu's sword, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Luoli's magic, one hundred thousand volts!"

"Take my current!"

An unspeakable burst of electricity passed through the ancient sword to the ancient warrior general, crushing him to pieces, and he could only disappear helplessly wailing.

"Then..." Pang Zun looked at the still Martial God Ling with a cold face, and silently raised his left hand high.

"Lightning and thunder, one million volts!"

Endless thunder fell from the sky, echoing the terrifying aura, and instantly condensed into a magnetic network that was constantly twisting and mutating, and suddenly descended in the direction of Martial God Ling.

The time disk was shattered, and Wu Shen Ling regained his freedom for a moment, but was also directly penetrated by the electric current that had been waiting for a long time.

"Ahhhhh!" Martial God Ling cried out miserably. Finally, the current subsided, and his whole body could only fall to the ground helplessly, stirring up a cloud of sand and dust.

"Huh, there's nothing special about the tenth level." Pang Zun gasped, looking at the miserable state of Martial God Ling with cold eyes, and said disdainfully: "As for being afraid for so many years?"

at this time……

"Ye Luoli's magic, the dream falls!"

Countless colorful bubbles suddenly appeared, the purple light and the thick fog dispersed each other, and the nightmare lurked inside, trying to pull all conscious beings into the abyss of nightmare.

Meng Yi, who was controlling Wang Mo's body, quietly revealed his green-purple eyes in the boundless mist, looking at the defenseless Pang Zun strangely.

"Princess Meng? Come again?" Hearing Meng Yi's voice, Pang Zun frowned and said impatiently: "Get out, I don't like wasting time!"

"Hahahaha, Lord Thunder and Lightning, you just used such a powerful force, I'm afraid you are close to overload, right?" Meng Yi's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he said with a chill: "You dare to do that to me, I will never forgive you. !”

"Ye Luoli's magic, dream refraction, go to sleep!"

Meng Yi teleported behind Pang Zun, stretched out his hands forward, and let out light smoke, trying to pull Pang Zun's consciousness into the dreamland.

"Stop!" Shi Xi, who had been observing the situation on the field, narrowed his eyes, subconsciously clenched the staff of time, and shouted softly: "Ye Luoli's magic, through the ages, the long river of time!"

"Time stands still!"

The brilliance appeared, and the huge time disk was formed again, trying to suppress Meng Yi in one fell swoop.

but……

"Martial soul, stab!"

The Powu Painted Halberd suddenly invaded the blind area of ​​the field of vision, interrupting Shi Xi's spellcasting and completely shattering the balance of the game.

"The tenth level of the Forbidden Land, Martial God Ling." Shi Xi's eyes moved slightly and looked at Martial God Ling, who was standing unharmed on the wasteland with one hand on his hip, and said fearfully: "You are actually okay..."

Logically speaking, if Pang Zun was hit head-on with a million-volt electric current, nothing would happen.

What the hell does this happen?

"Isn't it strange that something happened?" Wu Shen Ling twisted his neck and said casually: "Really, even if Chu Ruo was controlled by that little girl, Yin Chen didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't take action for a long time, even stealing Don't give me even a lazy chance."

"I originally wanted to enjoy the feeling of strength from a strong opponent when I met an opponent..."

Facing the pretentious Martial God Ling, Shi Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Almost all the Lingxi Pavilion masters present now are entangled with opponents that they need to deal with, but Mutian Pavilion only sent two Dharma ministers.

The situation is not optimistic.

"Suffer it!" Bai Guangying's expression on the side became solemn. After realizing the comprehensive disadvantages of Pang Zun and others, she decisively called out the Blade of Light, wanting to jump up and join the battlefield.

but……

"Fairy Light, what do you want to do?"

Sisa, who was wearing a gorgeous robe and black clothes, stepped in front of the white road. The breath of the dark night filled the air, suppressing the light that should have shone and blocking the final passage.

"Damn it..." Bai Guangying gritted her teeth, stared at Sisa in front of her fiercely, and said coldly: "You annoying guy, don't get in my way!"

"No." Sisa tilted his head and said playfully: "Fairy Guang, why are you struggling so hard?"

"You can't change anything by yourself, it's just in vain."

"Your only hope is that Princess Qing can help you." Sisa crossed his hands in front of his chest and said teasingly: "But no matter how you think about it, you know that this is impossible and the Dharma King will not allow it. Otherwise, she would have Just take action, right?"

"So, surrender!"

"Dream!" Bai Guangying took a deep breath, clenched the hilt of the Blade of Light in her hand, jumped forward suddenly, and said bitterly: "Even if Ai Zhen is not here, you can't even think of winning easily!"

"Ye Luoli's magic, holy light!"