The Magician of Cultivation

"Tenacity"

"strong"

"guard"

Song Chonglou shouted loudly, and his momentum grew with every word.

When the last sentence came out, an energy vortex appeared in the second side hall.

The vortex continued to spread with Song Chonglou as its center.

A powerful aura slowly took shape in him, it was the power of self-confidence.

Song Chonglou's eyes brightened, and the eight shields instantly condensed into one, turning into a light shield more than three meters high.

bang bang

The golden skeletons surrounded the light shield and continuously swung their bone hammers to attack, causing ripples to form on the light shield.

"Fighting Skill: Shield Bash," Song Chonglou said in a loud voice.

boom

The light shield dimmed quickly, and a solid beam of light with a diameter of one meter shot out from the shield.

As soon as the beam of light appeared, it hit the golden skull.

Li Qingfeng burst out with his fighting spirit, and even with all his strength he used his fighting spirit skills, the bones were unable to be damaged. Under the shield beam of light, the bones became extremely fragile.

The beam of light passed through and disappeared into the distance.

The golden skull was gone, shattered into pieces by the powerful recoil force.

"This... this is going to kill him?"

Li Qingfeng opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.

Cai Liangyu and Ku Jin also opened their mouths wide.

"That's awesome, Lao Song."

Cai Liangyu pursed his cracked lips and was about to speak when he saw Song Chonglou, who had his back to them, fall backwards.

………………

Li Yu's spiritual consciousness entered the storage ring and wrapped the "Kamikaze Bomb" layer by layer to isolate its aura.

With a thought, the 'Kamikaze Bomb' appeared in his left hand.

There was a flash of light in his right hand, and the 'volcanic wood' staff appeared in Mu Ling's gauntlet.

At the same time, the cold marrow jade breast that had been swallowed in advance burst open. The violent spiritual energy boiled in the body and rushed towards Mu Ling's gauntlet.

Li Yu looked steady, holding the 'volcanic wood' staff, and began to carve magic runes in the void.

He moved swiftly, and runes were carved out accurately one after another. The fire element in the air began to fluctuate violently.

Runes flickered in the void, and a huge magic circle took shape. A strong, oppressive aura emanated from the magic circle and quickly spread throughout the main hall.

"Ok?"

Bruce, who was beating Zhao Mengyao, suddenly looked up at the platform.

There was uncertainty in his eyes.

"That guy is actually a high-level magician?" Bruce was a little confused.

He had clearly sensed that the other party was only at the early third level, but judging from the fluctuations of magic elements, he was actually at the early fourth level.

'He must be stopped'

Bruce's eyes flickered.

The power of magic cannot be judged simply by the rank of the caster.

For example, the first-level 'fireball' magic can cause more destructive power than a first-level fighter's full-strength attack.

The power of the fourth-order fire magic is definitely enough to destroy the core of the "Soul Pregnancy" magic array - the throne.

Bruce's strength, as Li Yu judged, has not fully recovered.

Especially the soul, which has only recovered 60% to 70%. He still needs the "Soul Pregnancy" array to continue nourishing the soul.

"I spent a huge price to exchange this magic array from the abyss, and I must not lose it. And how did that kid know where the center of the array is?"

Bruce was a little anxious. He felt that Li Yu's target of attack was the throne.

"Go away..."

Bruce roared, and the terrifying power in his fist even tore the void apart.

boom!

Half of Zhao Mengyao's body was blown into black mist, but as the black mist squirmed, her body quickly recovered.

Her face was pale and gloomy, her eyes flashed with hatred, and she waved her ghost claws again, grabbing towards Bruce's face.

"Why can't this damn thing be killed?"

Bruce cursed.

He was entangled by Zhao Mengyao and screamed in anger.

The opponent clearly only had the strength of an early great martial artist, but his body structure was extremely special and he could transform into a ghost anytime and anywhere.

If he were in peak condition, there would be no problem in completely destroying the opponent.

But now he can only consume the energy of the ghost body through repeated heavy blows.

Zhao Mengyao gritted her teeth, and after her body turned into a ghostly black mist, she was able to resist most of the attack damage.

But Bruce was still able to cause her continuous harm, and the energy in her body was rapidly decreasing.

However, she could sense that Bruce was anxious.

"He seems anxious to get back on that platform?"

Zhao Mengyao looked at the platform and the child who was casting magic.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but unfortunately it turned out to be a sinister and terrifying ghost smile.

"No matter what the reason is, it will not be wrong to stop Bruce from going back. Brother Feng, I'm sorry, since I let him out, I will hold him back even if I die."

She looked at Li Yu again and prayed silently in her heart.

"Child, whatever you are going to do, please do it quickly. I can't hold on for long."

Zhao Mengyao was knocked flying by a punch again, but before Bruce could make any move, the cold ghost claw grabbed his head again.

"ah…."

Bruce was fed up with it and completely enraged.

"You are asking for death."

砰

Bruce's right eye suddenly exploded, and a ball of emerald green light flew out from his right eye, covering the entire main hall in the blink of an eye.

"Devil's Secret Technique: Nightmare."

The green light affected Zhao Mengyao, and she instantly stopped attacking and stood still.

Also standing still were Bruce and Li Yu on the platform.

...................

The night is quiet, and the bright moonlight penetrates the mottled leaves and gently sprinkles on the windowsill of the second-floor bedroom.

A middle-aged man stood quietly in front of the window sill. He was tall and slender, like a green pine.

But under the moonlight, his face looked a little haggard, and his eyes looked worriedly at the lonely figure who was slowly leaving the courtyard.

The bedroom is simply furnished with only a bed and a small dressing table.

On the dressing table are placed some small items used by women for makeup, such as bronze mirrors, rouge boxes, wooden combs, etc.

The things were not precious, but one could tell that the hostess loved them very much, and everything was kept very tidy.

A woman was lying on the big bed next to the dressing table.

The woman was lying with her back to the window. She was wearing a loose silver nightgown, and her exposed skin was snow-white.

She was snoring softly, her hands on her bulging belly, her brows often furrowed, and she was obviously sleeping uneasily.

The man who was staring out the window in a daze did not notice that the woman with her back to him had opened her eyes at some point.

Crystal tears welled up in her eyes and there was an indelible sadness on her face.

The woman opened her mouth slightly and her lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Brother Wu, I'm sorry. Please forgive Xiang'er's selfishness and willfulness. I, I can't bear to leave Brother Feng."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard to suppress her sadness, "Brother Feng, our child is about to be born, and I don't want him to be born without a father."