National Destiny: Bound God-level luck to create the strongest sect

"In that case, let's have fun, the two of us."

Su Ming turned around with a smile and said to Yuan Huangjun.

"Oh? That's right, then the deity will see what you are capable of, kid."

Yuan Huangjun also sneered again and again.

Su Ming didn't talk nonsense, and directly made a formula with both hands:

"Give me a melt!"

All of a sudden, all the beast souls, mainly the Abyssal Demon Flood Dragon, continuously merged into its body.

Immediately, the body of the Abyssal Demon Dragon became very terrifying.

The sky and the earth seemed to be covered by its body, like a curtain covering the whole earth, as if the day had suddenly turned into night.

Countless beast souls roared in the body of the abyssal dragon.

Its aura is also rising steadily, directly comparable to the third sword of Zhanling, but it is only a little short, and it can reach the questioning period, but without the comprehension of Tao, it can only stop here.

"Wow, master, you never said that this soul banner can still be used like this."

Bai Ling'er stared at the sky with piercing eyes and said.

"Well, then you will now."

Su Ming can't say that he just forgot about it.

"Then you are optimistic, this is the real power of a billion soul banners!"

Su Ming shouted loudly, and immediately shook the soul flag.

Immediately, the abyssal dragon moved.

It was covered in black mist, and a black breath emanated from its body. It stretched out a big claw from its body that covered the sky, and grabbed Yuan Huangjun.

Yuan Huangjun looked as small as an ant in front of the abyss dragon. His eyes were flickering. He didn't see what spells he used, nor did he use any means to avoid it. He just slowly raised his left hand and pointed at the abyss dragon. Said softly:

"Certainly!"

The big paw that was caught was immediately stopped by Yuan Huangjun, and it remained motionless.

"Fuck!" Su Ming's expression changed drastically.

Before he could react, he heard Yuan Huangjun vomit:
"Dark Hell!"

Suddenly, strange runes flickered around him, and these runes merged with each other to form a huge black hole in front of him.

Fear, madness, abyss, a kind of black hole that would make people feel evil at a glance appeared in front of Su Ming.

Afterwards, a huge suction enveloped the entire abyss magic dragon, but this suction might be fatal to the magic dragon, but for Su Ming and others, they couldn't feel the astonishing suction.

Abyss Moyuan was still immobilized by Yuan Huangjun's body-holding technique, and could only watch helplessly as the fused beast souls on his body were continuously sucked away by this hell.

Those beast souls floated into the black hole involuntarily, and countless hands suddenly appeared, dragging them in forcefully, and dissipated.

Seeing this, Su Ming quickly waved the soul flag again and shouted:

"Return!"

After finishing speaking, the abyssal dragon immediately turned into a black light and hid in the soul banner.

Su Ming checked it painfully, and found that at least one-third of the beast soul had been sucked away. He immediately covered his chest, and pointed at Yuan Huangjun as if in pain:
"You...you, you can really do it."

Yuan Huangjun looked at Li Muyi who was still absorbing the immortal essence, and said to Su Ming coldly:
"If there is any other means, you can use it, if not, then the deity will make a move."

He couldn't be dragged down by Su Ming any longer. Judging by Li Muyi's appearance, it was completely true. It seemed useless for him to threaten her with Yuan Huangsun's physical body.

If she was asked to replenish the immortal essence, it would definitely be extremely disadvantageous to him.

Su Ming also felt that Mr. Yuan Huang was going to be serious, so he immediately took out the coupons and planned to use them all at once.

My good guy, my life is almost gone, I don’t need to use it now, the heirloom has to save my life.

Immediately, the familiar feeling came back to him.

With a sway of his body, he immediately used the technique of throwing beans into soldiers, separated several clones, and started a suicide attack on Yuan Huangsun at an extremely fast speed.

As for Su Ming himself, he grabbed the fairy sword transformed by Ling Qinghou, and Ling Qinghou was held in his hand with great reluctance.

Without celestial power, Su Ming used his own spiritual power to crazily input it into the celestial sword.

He stared at Yuan Huangjun who was about to move, and said in a low voice:

"Look at my Ten Styles of Chaos Sword!"

Studio

It has been several days since Su Ming entered the Immortal Secret Realm, but the live broadcast room is still extremely hot. Now that everyone in Blue Star is practicing, staying up late and hurting the body have completely disappeared.

Many people are very energetic without sleep for several days and nights.

And they are also paying attention to the live broadcast room all the time.

"Ten Styles of Chaos Sword? What kind of manipulation is this by God Su? Why isn't it called Eighteen Styles of Chaos Sword? Isn't it more convenient than the Ten Styles of Chaos Sword?"

"Good guy, I'll make a blind guess. This Ten Styles of Chaos Sword is called Ten Styles of Chaos Sword because there are only about ten usages left in the voucher for asking questions."

"To put it nicely, it's Ten Styles of Chaos Sword. To put it bluntly, it's just a few slashes and it's over."

"Good guy, it's better to be more incisive upstairs."

"Not to mention anything else, I feel that watching this is better than watching any fairy drama. I have already made up a complete plot in my mind."

"Ling Qinghou couldn't love him, and stood by Li Muyi's side silently, but Li Muyi liked Yuan Huangsun, Bai Yueguang. In the end, Bai Yueguang turned into a villain. Ling Qinghou's sword soul finally sacrificed himself. The story of the crematorium, How is it? Have you messed up?"

"Good guy, what you said is too clever. Hurry up and find someone to invest in. A lot of spirit stones are waiting for you."

Su Ming slashed ten times in a row, and after ten times, the coupon was instantly reduced to ashes.

Immediately, the fairy sword transformed into ten huge golden dragons again, roaring and rushing towards Yuan Huangjun, but since the user was Su Ming, the golden dragons were a bit smaller than Li Muyi's golden dragon.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sound of the sword's cry kept echoing around, as if the only thing left in the world was the sound of the sword.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Yuan Huangjun's mouth, and with a little frown, he shouted suddenly:

"God's eyes, open!"

Suddenly, a third eye appeared between his brows!
This eye, like his other two, was red.

"Immortal art! Royal Summoning Soul Return!"

Immediately, the third eye shot out a huge red laser light, which bombarded the ten golden dragons.

As if going backwards in time, the ten golden dragons followed the direction they came from, and then moved backwards, returning to Su Ming's fairy sword.

More terrifying is yet to come.

Su Ming actually found that after all the golden dragons retreated back to the fairy sword in his hand, all the spiritual power was fed back to him from the fairy sword, and then the Wendao coupon that should have been turned into ashes appeared in his hand again superior.

Everything went backwards!