He himself had never used the illusion gods outside, plus forty-nine perfect illusion god containers, which made Xianjun Wumeng always think that even if he encountered the sun emperor, he would be able to retreat.
You can even fight alone with ordinary emperors!
But why is Li Tianming
From the moment the Divine Sword of the Shifang Era broke the illusion, the Immortal Wumeng who was still full of confidence just now fell into a collapse in his heart.
So far, he still can't figure it out!
No matter how much he overestimated Li Tianming, he couldn't think that he was also strong enough to deal with ordinary emperors!
Especially the power of the Excalibur of the Shifang Era just now.
This is also impossible.
If you don't understand the line of one billion sentient beings, you really can't keep up with Li Tianming's rhythm.
Even the Holy Dragon Emperor and the others did not keep up, let alone his Dreamless Fairy!
At this time, Immortal Wumeng was able to maintain a certain level of composure before the catastrophe, and he was already considered to have experience.
He turned around and ran on the spot!
Very determined!
Boom boom boom!
His forty-nine Illusory God, plus the Dreamless Xinghai Illusory God, continued to take shape, attacking Li Tianming, vainly trying to suppress Li Tianming again, leaving him a chance to escape.
Scare—
Xianjun Wumeng had huge eyes, his heart was pounding, and his scalp was tingling.
He still didn't want to understand!
Why can a teenager in his twenties be so strong? !
The more I think about it, the more my heart beats wildly.
"Father, she might be able to use it!"
At this critical moment, the same hoarse voice of the micro-life seal came from the warship. Xianjun Wumeng looked over there, and the micro-life seal was holding a person in his hand, it was the micro-life ink stain!
"right!"
Weisheng Moran was originally a phantom god container for the "Worry-free Fantasy God", but she herself sent the Wuyou Fantasy God away. The reason why Wumeng Xianjun brought her here today is to cope with the current expectation. Outside the situation.
Boom boom boom!
He desperately stopped Li Tianming with the Illusory God, and went straight back to the battleship, pinched the micro-life Moran covered in blood and grievances, pinched it in his hand, and took control of her life on the spot!
"Xiao Yu'er, I gave you life. After raising you for so long, it is time for you to repay me." Wu Meng Xianjun suppressed the confusion and took a deep breath.
"You overestimate me, and I didn't let him give up his ability to kill you. To die with you today is our best ending. You have done so many wrong things, and you will have to pay the price. Now is the time for you to pay your debts. !" Weisheng Moran's voice was hoarse, but he stared at him with his eyes full of blood and resentment, and exhausted all his strength to'gloriously'.
"The bad guy has a natural harvest, he is the sky now, you accept the trial. Struggling in vain will only make you more embarrassed." She said again, don't know why, thinking of the woman lying in the dark cave, this moment She felt extremely happy.
When I first saw Li Tianming, Qingpai had a good impression of him, indicating that he was also suitable for the Worry-Free Illusory God, but at that time I really didn't expect that he could one day defeat this shadow that scared him.
Too much relief!
"Presumptuous! He is your father!" Weisheng Yinxi said angrily.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
Even if Wei Sheng Mo Ran was pinched, she was using all her strength to laugh at the embarrassment of these'three people' at the moment.
"Kill me! Kill me!"
For her, this is liberation. She has been utterly muddled in her entire life. Before she died, she could see the people who caused all the sins paying the price, and it was already a perfect ending.
Boom—
At this moment, Li Tianming broke out of the siege, and the Heavenly Emperor Dragon Promise Enchantment was also suppressed, forming a small forbidden area, shrinking the warship of Immortal Wumeng to death here!
"return!"
Wumeng Xianjun's face was cold, he made those "phantom god containers" retreat urgently, no longer blocking Li Tianming, and returned to his side. After all, they would have difficulty stopping the imposing Li Tianming at this time.
Xianjun Wumeng trembled, placing all hope on Weisheng Moran's body.
"Li Tianming!"
When he saw the young man holding a long sword, five companion beasts around him, and ten thousand swords flying above his head, he felt a bit more in his heart, and he could only gritted his teeth and said: "She helped you and prayed for you, she is one Poor bug, she has never had a good life. She has been utterly unconscious throughout her life. She can't even be called a human being. The one who gave birth to her was someone who made her resent and fear. You know all of this, right?"
Li Tianming approached them step by step, and a large number of cultivators appeared behind him. Under his suppression, the defeat of Xianjun Wumeng was inevitable.
"Well, I know that, so what?" Li Tianming's indifferent eyes stared at this shameless person.
This is for credit and glory. He can kill even his wife. He has caused too many tragedies, but at this moment, he is still perverted and despicable.
"Such a lovely poor creature, don't let her suffer any more troubles. For the sake of her liking and loving you, would you spare her life and let her go?"
There was a slight smile at the corner of Wu Meng Xianjun's mouth because he had judged that Li Tianming must have a benevolent heart.
What he meant was that if Li Tianming didn't let him go, he wouldn't let Weisheng Moran!
He put the moral shackles on Li Tianming's head.
"Please, give her a way of life, she is so pitiful. Tsk tsk." Wu Meng Xianjun said, holding her small life even more, Li Tianming took a step forward, and he took a step back.
Li Tianming did not respond, but stared at him coldly.
"Kill him, I will thank you for life and life, if there is another life, I will repay you, sure!" She looked at Li Tianming with tears in her tears and exhausted expectations.
Wumeng Xianjun stopped her from speaking, and even after she finished speaking, he added: "Where is the next life? I will be confused for a lifetime, and there will be no next life. Poor is pitiful."
He understood very well that the more Weisheng Moran said, Li Tianming would only be more reluctant to die.
"Opening the barrier and letting me go is your only choice. Don't test my patience."
No Meng Xianjun's handsome face is full of smiles. Through psychological games, he has slowly determined that Li Tianming's death hole was pricked by him.
Such a despicable and shameless Dreamless Immortal Monarch is even more discredited, completely making everyone angry.
Without waiting for Li Tianming's response, he directly said to the forty-nine "phantom god containers" around him: "Children, clear the way for me, who will stop and kill?"
As long as Weisheng Moran has this'free death gold medal', he won't be afraid at all.
Only this time, Wu Meng Xianjun's smile froze.
Because his forty-nine phantom god containers did not listen to him, but remained motionless.
"Have you heard? Open the way, kill it!"
Wu Meng Xianjun was furious and scanned them.
However, the picture he saw at the moment directly ruptured his heart.
Those forty-nine women who were almost identical to Weisheng Moran had never shed tears, but at this moment, their eyes were red, and their tears were falling down.
They are all looking at Weisheng Moyan.
Maybe their eyes still have some sluggishness, which is a symbol of incomplete soul, but they cried.
Mutilated lives can't deprive them of their feelings.
Especially Weisheng Moyan made them feel sorry for each other.
Tears are the best medium for human souls to communicate.
They had never cried before, but at this moment they were heartbroken because of the micro-life ink stain. Of course, it was also because of their dark and numb'life'.
It's like forty-nine fools.
"I'll let you guys, clear the way!"
This scene caused Xianjun Wumeng to have fear, because he had been telling himself that he was enslaving only fifty beasts and animals, not his daughter.
However, they clearly have tears.
Not only tears, but even hatred, but this time, they didn't hate others with Xianjun.
They hate Wumeng Xianjun!
It was an unshakable desperate hate that caused them to move their bodies that were not neat, and surrounded Wumeng Xianjun heavily.
The forty-nine illusion gods built on them, at this moment, descended on the head of Xianjun Wumeng himself.
"This is called'karma'."
Weisheng Moran smiled, and burst into tears.