A ball of Xuanshuang Gang Fire appeared on Yan Ning's hand. Strangely, he did not rush to throw out this ball of Xuanshuang Gang Fire, but instead constantly compressed and rotated in his hand.

"This kid...is actually compressing the weird flame?"

Ye Wuya suffered from the loss of Yan Ning's Xuanshuang Ganghuo. When he saw Xuanshuang Ganghuo again, he couldn't help but feel afraid. What's more, Yan Ning used Xuanshuang Ganghuo this time, which was a few levels more powerful than last time.

"Nine Turns Extreme Fire Art-Wuqi!"

Yan Ning shouted angrily, and the Xuanshuang Gang Fire, which had been compressed to the extreme, was suddenly thrown out by him. The Xuanshuang Gang Fire left Yan Ning's control and actually turned to Ye Wuya while emitting its flames around!

This Wugui is the simplest fire control magic in the Nine Turns Extreme Fire Art. In addition to teaching the cultivation and extra luck these days, Yan Ning occasionally practices this trick, which is now just in handy.

It seemed as if Yan Ning was deliberately controlling it, and the fire that was thrown out did not hurt his own Ghost King at all. However, many of Ye Wuya's evil ghosts were instantly swallowed by the Xuanshuang Gang Fire, falling from the ground from mid-air, turning into blue smoke.

Ye Wuya looked at the approaching Xuanshuang Ganghuo, his eyes were already covered with clouds, but he did not retreat, but instead took out a small black bottle from his pocket.

I saw Ye Wuya recited a few spells to the little bottle, then opened the bottle cap, and a terrifying yin energy was confused in Xinyue Villa.

Yan Ning's face changed slightly. The appearance of this small bottle instinctively made him feel a little threat.

"Yan Ning, I suffered a loss in your hands last time. Do you really think I don't have a memory? This is the holy water I took from the holy land. It can destroy any flames in the world, including your Xuanshuang Gang Fire!"

Ye Wuya showed a smug smile on his face. He poured the bottle over. The small bottle actually spewed out a terrifying amount of water like a river. This so-called holy water was pitch black as ink, with a fishy smell, and it contained a terrifying yin energy.

The Xuanshuang Gang Fire thrown by Yan Ning met the holy water poured out by Ye Wuya. It actually made a whine and then completely extinguished!

Now, even Yan Ning couldn't help but change his face: Didn't Long Xi say that the only one who can destroy the strange fire is the water of the heavenly river in the sky and the water of the Styx in the underworld?

The water poured out by Ye Wuya is dirty and turbid, and the yin energy soars into the sky. Naturally, it will not be the water of the heavenly river. Then there is only one possibility. This so-called holy water is the water of the Styx in the underworld!

Before he could be shocked, the water of the Styx had already rushed towards Yan Ning. Yan Ning had the opportunity to dodge, but he couldn't bear to see his ghost kings die, so the only time to escape was used by him to take back all the ghost kings.

The next second, Yan Ning's body was swallowed by the dark water of the Styx!

"ah--"

Yan Ning couldn't help but let out a miserable scream. There seemed to be countless pairs of ghost hands in the water of the Styx, tearing his body wildly!

Ye Wuya showed a relaxed smile on his face: "Yan Ning, if you weren't a person from Bethlehem, I really wanted to deal with you on the spot today! But it would be fine if you captured you and handed it to the Holy Lord, he would definitely be very pleased."

After saying that, Ye Wuya was supported by several ghost kings and floated in front of Yan Ning from mid-air.

Yan Ning gritted his teeth and shouted to the sky: "Baimao! If you don't take action, something big will happen to me!"

At this moment, a golden light flew straight towards Ye Wuya. Ye Wuya's face changed, but he had no time to resist. He was hit by the golden light and was directly knocked away more than ten meters away.

The water of the Styx, controlled by him, disappeared, and Yan Ning had time to breathe. He collapsed on the ground and roared: "Baimao, are you playing with me sincerely? Why didn't you take action just now?!"

Yuan Xiao's figure soon appeared, and he said embarrassedly: "Brother, I was chatting with Xiaorou just now. I was excited for a moment and forgot to see what happened here."

Yan Ning rolled his eyes and almost fainted: "Gengguangguangguang, hurry up and deal with Ye Wuya. I know that you Laoshan has a spell to deal with artificial demons!"

Yuan Xiao nodded and pulled out a long sword on his back.

I saw that the long sword was ivory white all over, starting from the hilt of a sword, like a Taoist priest's whisk, with the words Taiyi engraved on it.

Yan Ning was slightly surprised. Is this the Taiyi Sword brought out by Yuan Xiao from Laoshan?

"Demon, die!"

Yuan Xiao stepped on the ground and his body soared into the air. He held up the Taiyi Sword and chanted: "The sky thunder is faint, the land mines are combined in shape. A divine thunder fires, the water thunder combines the soldiers. A thunder fires, calms the universe, kills and destroys the body. Hurry up and as the law commands!"

The huge sword shadow covered the sky and the sun. From Yan Ning's perspective, the sword shadow that Yuan Xiao cut out was actually taller than a three-story building!

Ye Wuya's face changed drastically. He was originally just dealing with the two little guys from the Hong family, but one Yan Ning came out halfway, which was enough to make him depressed. Unexpectedly, after defeating Yan Ning, another little real person from Laoshan came!

The Taiyi Sword is originally a magic weapon, and with the Laoshan magic sword, even if there are two Ye Wuya, there is nowhere to escape at this time!

The huge sword shadow slashed Ye Wuya's chest, and the house behind Ye Wuya collapsed. The dust settled, Ye Wuya's face was pale and he knelt on the ground with blood spitting out his mouth.

"Don't take it lightly, use your Laoshan Grand Seal Curse to seal Ye Wuya!" Yan Ning shouted.

Yuan Xiao nodded, sat cross-legged in the air, and chanted: "Three Yuans Nine Olds, Xuan Yuan Shishi Divided. The heavenly soldiers are trillions of, and they will capture the demon spirit. The Jade Emperor ordered them to save the people. The evil spirits are bound to lead the heads, and the human will live forever! The great magic sealing curse in Laoshan is as urgent as the law!"

Ye Wuya only felt that the space around him was twisting, and both the sound and the light had been cut off from the outside world. Amid his desperate shouts, Ye Wuya gradually turned into a ball of light, floating in the air.

Using the Great Seal Curse, Yuan Xiao also showed a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows.

When Yan Ning saw Yuan Xiao dealing with Ye Wuya, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: "White Hair, you really have it."

Yuan Xiao smiled: "Laoshan's spells are special effects on demons, and if the elder brother had not spent so long with him just now, I wouldn't have sealed him so easily."

Yan Ning smiled and said, "Not bad, you are very social and can talk!"

Yuan Xiao stepped forward to help Yan Ning up. The two of them were about to go forward to put away the light ball, but a giant sword suddenly fell from the sky, instantly crushing the light ball sealed by Ye Wuya into pieces!

The two of them changed their expressions: "Who?!"

A long sword fell from afar and pierced straight into the marble floor in front of them. A man in a golden robe fell from the sky.

"The Lord of the Sword Tomb Altar, Han Zheng!"

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Chapter completed!