The years when I was doing things in another world

Chapter 823

The pain fell on the soul, and Wu Luo also recognized the long ruler in Jun Yuecheng's hand.

God ruler.

Wu Luo managed to regain some sanity.

Jun Yuecheng has more cards than she imagined, and he beat her in every way.

Therefore, although the absolute strength deviation made Wu Luo extremely confident, he could no longer be as arrogant as before.

After all, there is a difference between winning and winning. Injuring the enemy by one thousand is also winning by injuring the enemy by eight hundred, but this is not what Wu Luo wants.

Xiao Jingshui and Guiyuejun cooperated tacitly, taking advantage of this period of time when Wu Luo was restrained by Jun Yuecheng, he took pills to heal his injuries as quickly as possible, and helped Jun Yuecheng resist one or two from time to time, blocking some rather deadly attacks.

"It's still not enough."

After observing carefully for a while, Xiao Jingshui sent a voice transmission to Gui Yuejun.

Although the battle situation is stalemate at this moment, it can be seen that Jun Yuecheng is still at a disadvantage.

The gap between realms is not so easy to bridge.

Guiyue Jun took a look at the Wanyao scroll that was still releasing sealed items, and said, "I'm afraid there is something else in the Wanyao scroll. Wait and see."

The aura of the Wanyao scroll is much older than the aura of the ancient jade tablet in Wu Luo's hand, and there may be something more powerful in it for the sealer.

Xiao Jingshui said in a deep voice: "I know. It's just that I'm afraid..." Can't wait.

Before the last three words could be transmitted, the big movement from Wan Yaojuan attracted his attention.

I saw the dazzling purple light from the Wanyao scroll, and countless totems on it were lit up.

In an instant, no matter whether it was the monster beasts and monster clans summoned from the scroll of ten thousand monsters, or the four evil spirits summoned from the ancient jade tablet, they all showed signs of submission.

Xiao Jingshui and Gui Yuejun's spirits froze.

coming.

Jun Yuecheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The ancestor finally invited out.

It didn't take a moment before a tall and ethereal figure walked out of the Ten Thousand Demon Scroll.

Different from Mu Leng, who is like a puppet of other monsters or beasts, the newly stepped figure is dressed in purple, and looks like a fairy.

Only when the purple light faded away did everyone see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.

Light gray and purple long hair, dark purple double pupils, magnificent face, it's hard to distinguish a fairy from a demon.

The moment Wu Luo's eyes fell on him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Nine tilts!
This face has been passed down from generation to generation in the memory of the patriarch of the Wu clan, and the deep-rooted hatred keeps them in mind all the time.

"Death is dead! A remnant soul, why is it meddling in the affairs of the world!"

Wu Luo didn't care about using the four evil spirits to restrain others, and almost immediately summoned the remnants of the four evil spirits, intending to tear them apart.

Others may see Wu Luo's ruthlessness, but only Wu Luo knows how frightened he is.

From the very beginning, Jiuqing let her ancestors be exiled without any power to fight back.

Now, although he only has a remnant soul left, how can she compare with the ancestors who had the power to reach the heavens and the earth?

What's more, besides Jiu Qing, there are two other people and a monster staring at her!

Wu Luo hates it.

Before she came to Jiangcheng, she asked her clansmen for divination, and the divination clearly showed that everything was going well, she used to believe in it, even if she jumped out of the two Cheng Yaojin, Gui Yuejun and Xiao Jingshui.

But now she is not sure.

Now Jiu Qing only has a remnant soul left, his consciousness is chaotic, although he looks ethereal and immortal, his double black and purple pupils are lifeless.

Relying on an almost instinctive existence, Jiu Qing turned his "eyes" to Wu Luo, stretched out his hand, and lightly extended a palm.

It seems unremarkable, even a bit soft.

However, this palm shifted Wu Luo's internal organs, his face twisted, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

　Our little orange is also a demon who hangs up hahahaha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)