Yu Haoming shook his head, but his expression did not change and he said: "What a pity. You were supposed to be the most powerful weapon spirit in the world, but you were trapped by the best Taoist soldiers."

There was a bit of pity in that look.

Letting a weapon spirit have the intelligence of an ordinary person, but not giving him a powerful enough body, wouldn't this be endless torture?

The weapon spirit could only watch helplessly as the monks he once assisted surpassed him, and he could do nothing but stand still.

If he, Yu Haoming, were in that position, he would feel that life would be worse than death.

The pity in his eyes disappeared.

Yu Haoming said seriously: "I am indeed not as good as you. Even if I sacrifice my Taoist body and sacred weapon, I am still no match for you."

"But it's not me who died here."

Yu Haoming's knowledge is naturally also very high. He has already seen how powerful the formation is. With these six... no, now there are seven gods in the formation, and the one who doesn't know what magic is used to control it.

Meng Zhi's weapon spirits should be the eight venerables.

It is no longer something he can break through with the help of holy weapons and Taoism.

Unless he kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred to kill Meng Zhi.

This method seems unrealistic at first glance.

The weapon spirit will not let him come.

Then, he needed to use a powerful enough method. He picked up the seal and said loudly: "Guanghan Holy Mirror!"

A large mirror appeared behind Yu Haoming.

The mirror is like a bright moon hanging high.

The large mirror was entrenched, and the white light shrouded Yu Haoming but could not drive away the five evils of killing on his body.

Until, a palm came out from the ripples in front of him and touched Yu Haoming's head. A tall figure in a milky white robe walked out of the mirror and stood beside Yu Haoming.

"That is?!"

"Holy Artifact Guanghan Mirror."

"The person standing next to Master Qi..."

Yu Haofeng said nothing.

The Yu family's bloodline Dao body is Guanghan Dao body, which can be borrowed from Yuehua.

Yu Haoming's Guanghan Mirror is modeled after the family's magic weapon. It is a real holy weapon. It naturally has a trace of the power of ancient treasures. When combined with the Guanghan Dao Body, it can realize the transformation between the moon body and the physical body.

"Few people have seen my moonlight body."

The tall figure behind Yu Haoming overlapped with him.

His breath also burst out at this moment.

The body that was about to die quickly came back to life, and his spiritual power also rose to a terrifying level when it was completely covered by the moon's incarnation.

"Mountainland."

"saint!"

"Although it's fake."

Yu Haoming murmured softly.

Yu Haoming can't stay in this state for long, but this is still a real improvement.

Yu Haoming looked straight ahead and said, "I developed my own magical power."

"I'm telling you in advance, I can only hold on for half a moment at most."

"Lest others say I bully people because of my family background."

"It's freezing cold!"

…

Meng Zhi, who was curled up in the sea of ​​consciousness, was overjoyed and said quickly: "Master, we can defeat him in half an hour!"

"More than half an hour?"

Tu Shanjun said softly.

His deep gaze stared at the interior of the formation, which had been mostly soaked in cold air.

Seven gods and ghost kings, three at the peak of Nascent Soul.

And his disciple who was in the early stage of becoming a god.

Can the rest last more than half an hour?

able.

Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "I want to defeat him."

When the words fell, Tushanjun's eyes burst out with divine light.

If he can't even defeat a fake saint, how can he defeat a real saint? Moreover, he doesn't think the Soul Reverend Banner is weak. The current Soul Reverend Banner is powerful enough!

"Even if there is no main soul sitting in charge!"

Tu Shanjun opened his palms, and five illusory little flags condensed in his hands.

"cut."

"Destroy."

"decline."

"exhaust."

"die!"

"Make me wind, fire and thunder!"

"rise."

"Bone-gnawing Yin Wind."

"Dantian Yin Fire."

"Water is dirty and thunderous."

"The three yins, filth, wind, fire and thunder enter the body."

The ten ghost kings simultaneously manifested themselves in front of the Dougong Palace above the sky.

Millions of rampant soldiers and ghost generals were also twisting their tactics and casting spells at this moment.

He printed magical powers all over the body and recited the mantra.

The sky and the earth, which were originally frozen by ice and snow, melted and turned into rainwater as if they were being run over by wheels, rushing into the mighty thunderclouds.

The last two strokes of Shifang Xiaoban appeared in Tushanjun's hands.

"Absolutely!"

"Jedi Tiantong."

"punish!"

The ghost kings from all directions took action at the same time.

"Then come on!"

Yu Haoming shouted: "Guanghantian."

"Zangyue!"
Chapter completed!