The dragon spirit of Jai canthus was probably enraged. At the same time, Duanmu Linxiu yelled angrily, he also looked up to the sky and roared. There appeared a dragon scale like cloud pattern on his body. In an instant, his momentum increased greatly, and he slapped the towering mountain peak again.
Long Wei's remaining power is not exhausted, and falls on Ji Mingfeng. The little old lady's body suddenly shakes, and the corners of her mouth exude wisps of blood.
"Duanmu old thief, I'll fight with you!" Ji Mingfeng knows that she is not the opponent of Duanmu Linxiu. She is so indignant that she makes a handprint.
Her eyebrows suddenly appeared a color of blood, intertwined with the golden pearl, like a tide of red gold, pouring into the wooden staff in her hand.
Just for a moment, her old face was dozens of years old, and her body was also bent down quickly, like an ancient tree that had come to the end of her life.
"Elder, stop it!" Jiang Liangshi and other people's faces changed greatly, and at the same time they screamed out.
"Elder, be careful!" The dark Sorcerer's son on the other side also looked startled and yelled at Duanmu Linxiu.
"No!" In the hall of the holy witch, song Yu'an also trembled.
"What is she doing?" Luo en and others didn't understand what Ji Mingfeng was doing, but they also felt a thrill from the heart.
"Destiny witch soul, she wants to open it!" Song Yu'an's voice is trembling slightly.
"The spirit of heaven's destiny is the root of the ancient witchcraft. Once it is opened, it can arouse the power of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and burst out the power far beyond its own cultivation. But the fate of the witch soul can only be opened once in his life, and after one time, he will be completely shattered. " Without waiting for someone to ask, song Yu'an explained quickly.
Luo en and others' hearts are all very heavy. Although they know little about the spirit of destiny sorcery, the meaning is clear: to put it bluntly, opening the spirit of destiny sorcery is similar to self exploding Holy Spirit, both of which greatly enhance their combat power by extreme means. What's different is that the self exploding spirit can still keep its life, and even re cultivate it. It's just more difficult and risky to re cultivate it. Opening up the spirit of the destiny sorcerer is sure to die, and there is no chance of any luck.
Crazy, the old woman is crazy.
"Ji Mingfeng, you are crazy!" Duanmu Linxiu is the same idea, see Ji Mingfeng open destiny witch soul, his face suddenly changed.
"Ha ha ha, old Duanmu thief, I will not let you succeed even if you die!" Ji Mingfeng held up her wooden staff and laughed wildly.
"I have already said that the return of the underworld witches to the holy witch Valley is just to deal with the great calamity, and there is no conspiracy." Duanmu Lin Xiu, angry and anxious, once again explained.
"Ziwei, open your eyes and have a look. Weiniang will kill Duanmu old thief, and take revenge for you. Ha ha ha..." Ji Mingfeng seems to have never heard of it, and continues to laugh wildly.
The red golden light continued to pour into the wooden staff like the flood of breaking the dike. In the light sound of "cacha", the cracks on the wooden staff spread like cobwebs. In the middle of the sky, the peak condenses again, which is more solid and majestic than before, and brings great prestige to people.
See Ji Mingfeng has completely lost his mind, Duanmu Linxiu can only helplessly raise the stick, open the destiny of the witch soul.
Although his strength is better than Ji Mingfeng's, the opponent's fighting power of opening the destiny sorcerer soul has been greatly improved, but he can't resist it by relying on his own strength. He has no choice at all.
Anyway, it's all death. At least, it won't be too weak.
The same red and gold color of light patterns into it, the wooden stick split, the dragon soul in mid air is not only covered with dragon scales, but also outside the body is dark clouds, lightning and thunder between the clouds, killing opportunities.