The Devil's Guide

He wanted to induce Xuan An to say a few more words, even if Niu Si had to chat for another half an hour, he would have no objection. Time was life at this moment, and the longer he could delay, the more chances he had of survival.

Although Xuan An could not hold on for much longer, Niu Si was also at the end of his rope. At this moment, not to mention taking action, even talking was difficult for him.

Xuan An was supported by drugs, but Niu Si could only rely on the desire to survive.

He was not afraid of death, but there were still some things waiting for him to do, and he could not die yet.

Xuan An naturally understood Niu Si's little thoughts. He rushed towards Niu Si like lightning.

Niu Si thought he was finished. Xuan An was indeed not so easy to fool, but he had no idea how many punches he could take from him.

The prisoner of resentment suddenly moved, grabbed the Hunyuan stick on the ground, and hugged Xuan An. Xuan An dodged the long stick by leaning sideways, and with two snaps, he broke the joints of the limbs of the prisoner of resentment. The whole process took less than two breaths.

This time, the prisoner of resentment fell to the ground at the same time as the Hunyuan stick. Niu Si's heart also fell to the bottom of the valley.

"Die!" Xuan An hated Niu Si so much that he punched him in the head.

Niu Si blocked it again with his right hand, but this time Niu Si did not completely remove Xuan An's force. The whole person was embedded in the wall of the cave, creating a human-shaped pit.

Niu Si broke free and found that his injury was much more serious than he thought. Even with the immortal body constantly repairing, it was still far less than the damage caused by Xuan An.

"Xuan An! You can't hold on any longer! Guess how many punches I can block from you?" Niu Si wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"I really can't hold on for much longer. So let's not talk nonsense." Xuan An said as he took out the bloody magic sword again and stabbed at Niu Si.

"Xuan An, do you feel a little strange?" Niu Si asked. After saying that, he barely dodged the sword.

"What's strange? I'll search your soul later!" Xuan An said without any concern and continued to stab.

"Why do you say I still have the Taiqing Divine Thunder but I don't use it?" Niu Si said.

At this time, Niu Si had nowhere to hide and was powerless to hide anymore. But he quietly pinched a magic formula in his hand.

"Why?" Xuan An asked subconsciously. But his hand didn't stop.

"Get up!" Niu Si suddenly pointed at Xuan An.

This scene is too familiar. Niu Si used this gesture to tease Xuan An many times last time. In the end, the siege of the four great gods almost killed Xuan An.

When Xuan An saw this gesture, he was shocked. His first thought was that the other party was cheating. His second thought was that the other party had some tricks. Xuan An would never give up at this time. He tightened the sword in his hand, frowned, and stabbed again.

At this moment, a burst of green light suddenly appeared on the blood-colored sword. Xuan An's body was stiffened by the green light, and a large amount of demonic energy overflowed from Xuan An.

Xuan An took a few steps back before he stabilized his body.It also began to fall.

"What did you do to me!" Xuan An felt bad.

"Nothing, just when I controlled the blood sword just now, I injected some Taiqing Fumo Shenlei into it. I didn't expect it to work." Niu Si couldn't hold on any longer at this time, and sat down on the ground.

Fortunately, this blood-colored magic sword is not Xuan An's life magic weapon, otherwise Niu Si couldn't hide it from Xuan An even if he wanted to.

"Asshole!" Xuan An shouted unwillingly. At this time, the golden body had stood up and swung a brick towards Xuan An.

Xuan An's momentum was rapidly declining, and it seemed very difficult to avoid the brick of the golden body. Niu Si secretly thought that he had saved his life again.

"At worst, we will die together!" Xuan An also realized that it was not good. With a roar, he grabbed the body of the prisoner of resentment. He hit a series of spells into this body in succession.

"Come out quickly!" Niu Si called out to Lamei. At this moment, Niu felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, but he had no means to use. The golden body did not attack but blocked Niu Si with a brick in hand.

Lamei had just returned to Niu Si's side when a loud "bang!" sounded behind him. The resentment prisoner exploded, and the golden body, Niu Si, and Lamei were instantly blown away by this violent energy. The thick resentment instantly filled the entire space.

"Soul-leaving resentment!" Xuan An roared.

The resentment in the sky turned into a sharp sword and hit Niu Si.

At this moment, Niu Si only felt a tightness in his body, and a tearing feeling from the soul came, and his body was like being struck by lightning, and he immediately trembled.

This tearing feeling came entirely from the soul, as if the soul was about to be torn off the flesh.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!" Niu Si endured the severe pain and used the six-character mantra. At this time, the light around Niu Si was shining, and the tearing feeling was slightly suppressed. Niu Si saw Xuan An again.

At this time, blood was flowing out of Xuan An's seven orifices like a stream, and his face became paler. Niu Si stared at Xuan An, and Xuan An also stared at Niu Si.

The two looked at each other for about three breaths. Xuan An took back the three black flags and retreated to the depths of the cave.

Niu Si was about to breathe a sigh of relief and struggled to sit up. Winter Plum turned into a white light and chased Xuan An.

Niu Si wanted to call Winter Plum, but the tearing feeling of the soul came again, but he didn't have time. Winter Plum had disappeared from his sight.

The Free Dharmakaya was fully activated, Taiwei Jueshen was used, and the Six-Character Great Bright Mantra was used over and over again, but the tearing feeling from the soul did not ease at all, but became more and more intense.

At this time, the Liangyi Zhoutian Xingchen Immortal Formation in the Dantian began to operate, which slightly alleviated the tearing feeling, but it was obviously far from being so simple to eliminate the soul-leaving resentment.

When Niu Si stabilized the soul-tearing feeling and wanted to call back Lamei, Lamei had already returned, with a large gray line behind her pulling the unconscious Xuan An.

Originally, he was worried that Lamei could not deal with itIf Xuan An is not killed, what will happen? Now it seems that Xuan An is at the end of his rope. He was brought back by La Mei.

Niu Si endured the pain of his soul and pressed Xuan An's forehead. Naturally, he had to search his soul first.

Niu Si's face gradually darkened. Xuan An could only cast the Soul Separation Wrath but not break it. According to Xuan An's meaning, this thing was actually a genuine secret technique from the upper realm, and only the Saint Ancestor could break it. Isn't this nonsense? Even if he could, it would be impossible for Niu Si to break it.

As for catching the Saint Ancestor to search his soul, Niu Si never thought about destroying him. Or driving him out of Lan Yue'er's body would be a very ideal result. A Demon Soul Saint Ancestor from the upper realm is not so easy to deal with.

At this time, nine black lines had entangled Xuan An, and Niu Si's mana was slowly growing.

The Supreme Saint Spirit quickly drained Xuan An dry.