Who knows the best of a person's weakness? Either the opponent who has fought against him for many years, or he himself.

When the first time, the five-qi dragon soldiers were usedless to urge the evil spirit Taoist king to attack the evil spirit, Chen Weiming felt that something was wrong: Tao Shiheng and the four elders had a wrong trust in the five-qi dragon soldiers, or the disciples of Zhenyuan.

The founders of the two Lushan Academy may not be very strong, and they should be much weaker than those who I saw in my memory.

They may have seen Lu Yadaojun use the Five Qi Dragon Soldier and felt the power of this move. After Zhen Yuanzi died, they could not think of a way to deal with it. It might have happened that Lu Yadaojun left the cultivation method of the Five Qi Dragon Soldier for Zhen Yuanzi, so they regarded this move as a magical power at the bottom of the box to save the world.

If Lu Ya Daojun personally uses the Five Qi Dragon Soldier, he will naturally kill the evil spirit Daojun as he wants, but the others are different. Simply put, the Five Qi Dragon Soldier is powerful, but people like him who have just practiced for a while cannot turn the tide with this magical power.

But this is the fact that it was already a battle that was difficult to win, but because of the accident just now, Chen Weiming found a way to win from the memory of the evil spirit Taoist king.

What monks with soul Taoist patterns are most afraid of are monks with mind power, because the supernatural power of mental power is a means of harming the soul more easily than energy magic. Perhaps, this is also the reason why the evil spirit Taoist king chose to use mind power to hide his identity. Because he was afraid, he chose to practice.

As long as you can use enough powerful mental power, you can defeat the opponent.

Lingxi Sword is the magical power that best restrains the opponent's Taoist pattern. Although his own mental strength is still insufficient, he has a way to make up for it: use the Daoxin Qingming magic skill to control the power of the soul to be controlled and controlled for use.

After thousands of souls poured into his body, Chen Weiming's mental power surged, his whole aura became strange, and he felt light and fluttering. His own face also became very painful. So many souls poured into his body, as if a lake had poured into the sea.

Forced to press into a limited volume, his head seemed to explode. What was even more uncomfortable was that those souls were all new deaths, and even the memory of the deity was in their mental power. In an instant, it made him feel like his head was cracked into thousands.

It can be said that at this moment, if it weren't for the thousands of gods and conscious skills, he would not be able to persist and would fall to the ground directly.

"A coward who is afraid of death, it depends on how you block it!"

With a wild roar, a thousand small swords of mental power appeared around Chen Weiming, rising and falling, but did not attack directly, but quickly moved closer, hovered, entangled, and collided in the void...

After a moment, it melted into a ball and slowly turned into a short sword of mental power.

Lingxi Sword has three levels: small sword, short sword, long sword. The first two are limited by a thousand. When they reach one thousand, they will go up to one, and they will go up to the next level.

With Chen Weiming's original strength, he could not reach the first level of Great Perfection, let alone the second level. But now, he has merged thousands of souls at one time and relied on his powerful mental power to reach this level.

This has nothing to do with realm, it is purely based on the strength of mental power.

"I just want you to die!"

The evil spirit Taoist roared, and the soul space was broken, so he simply took all the soul power into his palm and turned into a huge ghost needle sword. The aura was terrifying and shaking the void, causing ripples in the space, as if he could not bear it.

There was no need to talk nonsense, both of them were determined to kill each other. In an instant, the Lingxi Sword rushed past the sky and directly bombarded the Ghost Needle Sword.

Cultivation is against magical powers, and the soul sword is strongly shaking the spiritual power sword.

At that moment, the whole world became dark, the sun and the moon were lightless, as if in an instant, the whole world had only these two magical powers left. They were stuck together, fighting against each other, and the breath collided, and the mysterious light was infinite.

"ah!"

Both of them roared wildly, constantly pouring all their power into their respective magical powers. The brave ones win when they meet on a narrow road, and a little bit of difference can determine life and death.

The magical powers like the light of the world, after a long time of resistance, as a flash appeared, like dawn breaking, the ghost needle sword finally couldn't hold on and shattered inch by inch.

The Lingxi Sword is like a proud dragon soaring, and the white rainbow penetrates the sun, instantly penetrates the fragments of the Ghost Needle Sword and shoots directly into the head of the evil spirit Taoist king.

"ah!"

With a scream of pain, a two-inch wound appeared between the evil spirit Daojun's eyebrows, as if he had a third eye.

The wound seemed to grow when the wind was blowing, extending and spreading, and in an instant it directly penetrated the entire head of the evil spirit Taoist king. At first glance, it seemed as if someone used a heavenly sword to slash his head.

"Ao!"

The scream of pain gradually turned into a howling, and then slowly lost strength, and finally turned into a roar. It was like a roar of a seriously injured beast, full of injuries. If you want to fight again, you can't do anything and can only feel the blood flowing in your body.

Flashes of green light flew out from the body of the soul, like green stars flying into the distance. The body as high as ten meters was chaotic and gradually dissipated, and the whole body gradually dissipated.

"ah!"

With a last roar, with great reluctance, the evil spirit Taoist Lord could not accept such a result.

He, a powerful Hunyuan Taoist Lord in other worlds, died silently in a small world that dominated the ants in his opinion.

He knew that the other party was extraordinary, but he still couldn't accept the fact that he had failed.

"No!"

With a roar, he tried his best to shatter his tall body, and the light of his soul rushed toward all directions, and finally slowly disappeared.

In the distance, the Shadowman and the Gu Lingjun looked at each other, unable to hide their shock.

Until this moment, watching the tall soul body scattered, they could not accept the fact that the evil spirit Taoist was defeated.

That powerful evil spirit Taoist king, the evil spirit Taoist king who had secretly manipulated Pangu Continent for millions of years, is now the only immortal in the earthly fairy world, and is defeated by a junior who rises like a comet.

This kind of thing is not impossible, but the probability is too small, but it happened like this, which caught people off guard.

After looking at each other for a while, I suddenly thought of something. The Shadowman soared into the air, activated his true energy to the extreme, and headed towards Yanyun Pavilion.

Gu Lingjun seemed to have thought of something, and immediately chased after him at an extremely fast speed.

"Master!"

Ji Hanyan was extremely surprised and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Win!"

Bai Tianming couldn't help but scream, and was about to go over with Wu Zidao, but saw Chen Weiming roaring to the sky.

"ah!"

With the loud roar, the clothes were broken, and blood vessels on the whole body burst out, as if they were about to explode. The breath was chaotic and it seemed uncontrollable.
Chapter completed!