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Chapter 222 Nascent Soul Explodes
"Puff!"

I saw a stream of black air pouring into the spirit of Patriarch Youmo, and in just a moment, that black air made Patriarch Youmo's brain into a paste.

After a while, a dark purple villain emerged out of that layer of black air. Looking at the appearance of that villain, he looked exactly like the ancestor Youmo.

"Yuanying!" YangMeng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he almost blurted out.

Yuanying is a basic standard for the sublimation of power after the golden core of the cultivator.Only when the Nascent Soul has been cultivated, can the ascetic truly set foot on the path of cultivation.

And the cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm, thousands of years ago in the secular world of the Water Blue Star, were also called land gods.

……

"Hmph, youmo old ghost, do you really think that XX is as stupid as he was 2000 years ago? First, he pretended to be pitiful, trying to deceive XX's eyes, and at the same time escape from the Nascent Soul and run away. Hehe, you have a good plan. !"

There was a sneer in Xiang Yu's eyes, but the control of the black air with his right hand was getting tighter and tighter.

The body collapsed, leaving only the black and purple Nascent Soul Ancestor Youmo began to struggle violently, but how could he be Xiang Yu's opponent with only his Nascent Soul remaining, even though he struggled in every possible way, it was still useless.

Looking at Xiang Yu's pupils, the Nascent Soul of the ancestor Youmo showed extreme horror on his face, and he screamed in shock: "Xiang Yu, as long as you let me go, I promise not to pursue you for killing me Youmo!" The responsibility of the Demon Sect. At the same time, as long as you can return to the cultivation world, I will find the top ghost cultivation method for you, and guarantee you to ascend to the fairy world..."

"You have to know that I am already an immortal. Even if you destroy my clone, I only need to cultivate for a few hundred years to fully recover. I don't believe that you can cultivate Taoism in just two or three hundred years. Immortal. When the time comes, old man..."

The ancestor You Mo didn't say anything later, it was nothing more than cruel words such as letting go of revenge.

"You still dare to threaten someone?" Xiang Yu laughed dumbly, and even Yang Meng, who had already flown over, rolled his eyes.

"Fuck, is this old guy a bastard?" YangMeng touched his arm and said in his heart, "Leaving aside Xiang Yu's status as a disciple of Guigu Sect, one of the top ten sects in the cultivation world, even with his aptitude, Coupled with the vigorous training in the sect, it is not impossible to cultivate to the Mahayana stage in two to three hundred years."

Sure enough, Xiang Yu sneered disdainfully and said: "Old ghost, I'm waiting for your revenge, I want to see what you can do!"

Xiang Yu's voice fell to the ground, just when he was about to strike ruthlessly.

Suddenly, a crimson light burst out from the small body of the Youmo Patriarch.

With YangMeng's perverted consciousness, he could only vaguely see that it was something like a pipe, which was fleeting.

"not good!"

Xiang Yu knew something was wrong in his heart, so he subconsciously let go of his big hand, and at the same time, a bright silver halberd jumped out of thin air, blocking in front of the pipe.

"Chong!"

A sound of gold and iron resounded, and the halberd, an immortal weapon refined by the Nine Heavens Mithril, was knocked out by the pipe-like thing, which shows how sharp the pipe is.

"That thing looks like a mosquito's mouthparts. I never heard that there is such a magic weapon in this world."

YangMeng looked at the thing on top of the halberd's handle, and suddenly such an absurd thought flashed through his mind.

No matter what YangMeng thought, Patriarch Youmo didn't care about that, taking advantage of the moment Xiang Yu let go, Patriarch Youmo immediately turned into a black light and shadow and shot towards the sky at top speed!

At the last moment of escaping for his life, whether he can succeed or not depends entirely on his last move!
"The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. You are still so cunning, let someone die!"

Xiang Yu, who was played by the ancestor Youmo again, suddenly burst out a terrifying cold black air from his body, and the black air instantly swept towards the Yuanying of the ancestor Youmo who was crazily fleeing.

Hearing the howling sound of cold black air piercing through the air, the ancestor Youmo didn't even dare to glance back, for fear that he would be wiped out by Xiang Yu if he didn't pay attention.

But even so, so what, the terrifying black energy hit the Nascent Soul of the ancestor Youmo all of a sudden, and there was a huge shock on the Nascent Soul of the ancestor Youmo, and a series of precious blood of the Nascent Soul fell crazily, like a little Flowing out like a stream.

The hatred of killing his wife will always be in my heart!

Xiang Yu's hatred for Patriarch Youmo has been branded into his soul. If this knot is not broken, sooner or later he will follow in the footsteps of Patriarch Youmo and disband Xiu Sanxian.

He himself understood this truth, so when facing this clone of the ancestor Youmo, he showed no mercy.

"Little Xiang Yu, this old man has already gone through two tribulations of Sanxian, so it's nothing to lose these 200 years of skill. Let's do the final calculation in the cultivation world! Hahaha, let this old man explode! Explode! Explode!"

Suddenly, the resentful voice of Patriarch Youmo came from the sky.

Although the avatar of the Youmo Patriarch is only as strong as a late Kongming cultivator, his Nascent Soul contains the spirit of a fairy after all, so this explosion is like dozens of nuclear bombs exploding at the same time , that kind of scene is extremely terrifying.

"boom!"

A violent energy storm centered on the Nascent Soul of the Youmo Patriarch, and crazily spread in all directions, and the majestic air waves stirred up everything around into a vacuum.

"Damn it! You Mo, you old king, I %#@&;..."

YangMeng, who had just flew close to the two of them, just yelled loudly, before he had time to react, his body was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily into the water.

If it hadn't been for his body to frantically throw ten amulets before, this blow would have made him hiccup in an instant.

"Buzz!"

The sky and the earth trembled, and this small island named Andaman completely disappeared from the history of Shuilanxing.

The terrifying shock wave raised a huge tsunami thousands of feet high, smashing violently on the Indian Ocean.

Some unlucky marine creatures, including whales, seals, sharks, sea turtles...all the marine creatures located more than ten kilometers away from the explosion, all turned their bellies and floated to the surface of the ocean, obviously dead.

"This, even if all the guns used in World War II are added together, I'm afraid they can't compare to the power of this explosion!" YangMeng, who had just flew out of the sea, stared dumbfounded at the extremely shocking explosion in front of him. The scene, I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

"By the way, where is the old ghost Xiang Yu? If this guy is dead, how can I go to the cultivation world!"

Suddenly, YangMeng seemed to remember something. After the sea area calmed down a bit, YangMeng jumped down and searched back and forth on the sea surface.

After about half an hour, YangMeng's spiritual consciousness found Xiang Yu's trace in a small trench 30 meters under the sea.

It's just that Xiang Yu's appearance at this moment is extremely miserable. Not only is his body covered in blood, his armor is broken into pieces, and even his two legs were blown off.

"Sister, this miserable appearance is really self-inflicted!" Looking at Xiang Yu in the small trench, YangMeng shook his head, and sucked him out with one hand.

……

Fifty kilometers away from the original Andaman island in Maldives, YangMeng carried Xiang Yu and landed on a remote cliff.

"Snapped!"

Throwing Xiang Yu on the ground angrily, YangMeng casually grabbed Xiang Yu's celestial halberd and looked at it, but he didn't see any tricks, so he threw it back again.

Suddenly, the tube-shaped magic weapon refined by the Youmo ancestor earlier caught his attention.

He stretched out his hand to pinch it, and before he even had time to examine it carefully, the tube actually opened a pore as small as a cow's hair on YangMeng's little finger of his left hand, and then penetrated deeply, and began to frantically swallow his body. blood.

Feeling the loss of blood in his body, YangMeng's expression changed slightly, he stretched out his right hand to pinch the tube and pulled it out suddenly, but he didn't pull out the tube.

You know, YangMeng's strength is so great, even a diamond, known as the hardest diamond in the world, can be easily crushed, but this small pipe, under YangMeng's tremendous force, did not deform , which shows its rigidity.

But YangMeng doesn't care about this issue, what he cares most about now is how to pull this thing off his fingers, otherwise, if he lets it swallow like this, he will definitely be swallowed dry.

"Ahem... Boy, use fire, burn it quickly! Otherwise, it will suck your blood dry, swallow your soul, and make you fly away!"

Just when YangMeng was sweating profusely pulling it out, Xiang Yu, who was still in a coma just now, woke up at some point. He gently held his chest, coughing lightly from time to time.

"Fire?" YangMeng's expression was startled, and then he didn't want to think about anything else. With a thought, he summoned a large area of ​​blazing purple flames, which was the fire in the cauldron that he used to warm and nourish the emptiness in his body.

"Zizi..."

As soon as the fire in the cauldron appeared in the air, it raised the temperature by hundreds of degrees, and the pipe stuck on YangMeng's little finger began to tremble slightly.

"It works!" YangMeng's eyes showed excitement, and his right hand dragged the wisp of fire from the cauldron directly to the pipe on the small part of his left hand.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

There was a sound like mosquitoes flying, and the pipe turned into dozens of blood-red mosquitoes under YangMeng's eyes.

"Damn it, what the hell is this? Mosquitoes?" YangMeng stared dumbfounded at these blood-red mosquitoes flying away, forgetting to kill them for a while.

"call out!"

Suddenly, an earthen jar with light blue flames appeared in the air, and there was a burst of swallowing force from the jar. These blood-red mosquitoes couldn't resist, and they were all taken in by the fire jar.

"boom!"

With a soft sound, the lid of the jar was closed, and the steaming flames, like hot oil, began to tumbling violently, quickly burning all the bloody mosquitoes to ashes.

YangMeng looked at the ashes in the jar with a puzzled face, and asked, "Senior, what happened to those mosquitoes just now? And that little pipe..."

Xiang Yu gasped, and said solemnly, "Dual Winged Blood Mosquito!"

(End of this chapter)