Chapter 118: The Flaw in the Holy Technique

"Giant hands shaking the sky!"

Chen Qingsong shouted angrily, and three black hands of different shapes suddenly emerged from the vortex. These black hands stood horizontally in the air, looking very huge and terrifying.

The air wave that suppressed it was even stronger than the lightning shadow.

"If it collides head-on, my magic will be defeated instantly."

Wei Xiang's expression froze slightly.

He was thinking about how to deal with it.

Speaking of holy-grade skills, he naturally has them.

As a holy-grade formation master and prime minister, he has a very high status and is not short of money on weekdays.

However, Wei Xiang's major is formation master after all, so his combat power is relatively weaker.

Chen Qingsong is powerful, and anyone who collides head-on with him will definitely suffer a lot.

In the end, how to deal with it?

Just when Wei Xiang was in a difficult decision, a voice came into his mind - "This technique has an obvious weakness. When he performs it, his mind is in a tense state. You can carve a rune and kill directly into the depths of his soul, and it will break without attack!"

These words were naturally transmitted by Ye Chen to him.

Wei Xiang was shocked and looked away instinctively.

10,000 meters away, Ye Chen saw Wei Xiang's eyes and nodded slightly.

This voice did come from his mouth, but it was the mysterious woman in the cauldron who was instructing him from behind.

With Ye Chen's level, it is impossible to see the flaws of the Saint Realm strongman.

"Okay."

Wei Xiang did not have time to think about whether this method was feasible, and immediately did it.

As his figure retreated violently, he muttered something in his mouth, and a rune as long as a sword was condensing in his palm.

Boom!

Three black giant hands slapped the lightning phantom from three different directions, making him roar to the sky, and the power around him was madly dissipated, and the thunder and lightning surged, and it actually dissipated out of thin air.

This lightning phantom is Wei Xiang's talisman incarnation.

Regardless of the formation master, alchemist, or weapon refiner, each of their professions actually focuses on mental power.

After the mental power, control power and many other means reach a very high level, they can use them to perform various mysterious changes.

For example, the formation master can condense the talisman incarnation after reaching the holy realm.

This is equivalent to a magic weapon or a skill. When fighting against others, it will show an extremely strong combat power, making up for the lack of combat power of the formation master.

Just like the alchemist, who can control the strange fire.

The weapon refiner can derive the weapon spirit.

However, it must reach the holy realm.

This is also the reason why the number of other professions is scarce.

Only when you reach the Saint Realm can you show your strong fighting power and barely narrow the gap with other practitioners.

But, how many people can be promoted to the Saint Realm?

"Haha, even your Fuhua incarnation was defeated by me, Wei Xiang, your formation master may have unprecedentedly strong mental power, but in battle, you can never be my opponent. Now hand over the emperor's blood, and I can spare your life!"

Chen Qingsong laughed wildly, he stood in place, holding a magic stick and stirring it into the void.

He must continuously inject the spiritual energy in his body into the vortex of the void in front of him, only in this way can he maintain the form of the three huge black hands.

This giant hand shook the sky, which is a move in the holy product "Xuantian Hand".

The huge black hand condensed by spiritual energy has a destructive dead breath. No matter which opponent encounters it, he must be careful to prevent the dead breath from invading the body. Otherwise, other breaths will invade the body, which can easily cause the body to collapse.

In Chen Qingsong's view, Wei Xiang has no ability to fight back at all.

Even the strongest Fu Wen's body was shattered, what other means could he have to stop his attack?

As for whether he would offend Wei Xiang, Chen Qingsong didn't care.

This time, he came for the Emperor's Blood Essence. If he could get the Emperor's Blood Essence before others, his realm would change after absorbing it, and he might be able to easily break through to the fifth killing.

When that time comes, do I still need to take Wei Xiang seriously?

As for whether he would hate me, who cares?

He has already left the other party far behind.

Even if you hate me, what can you do?

Wei Xiang's tightly closed eyes finally opened.

He pointed at the air with one hand, and the Fu Wen hidden in his palm shot like an arrow towards Chen Qingsong's body in the distance.

Although the three huge black hands were close at hand and the air waves almost lifted Wei Xiang's body, he still chose to believe Ye Chen. He believed that Ye Chen would not shoot without purpose, and he must be sure to say so.

"Hmm?"

Chen Qingsong's eyes narrowed. He had never thought that Wei Xiang would not care about his life.

Once the three black hands slapped down, even with Wei Xiang's realm, he would be seriously injured!

He actually attacked him regardless of anything.

He is really courageous!

But, what's the use?

Do you think you can win in a battle without caring about your life?

When I used the Xuantian Hand, I was indeed unable to move, but the protective aura was still there.

Your attack can only hurt me at most.

I am afraid that this attack of mine will send you to the west!

Tsk!

After the rune swept through the void, it no longer concealed its shape, and turned into a golden light that suddenly drilled into Chen Qingsong's eyes. The protective aura around him had no effect at all.

"Ah!"

Chen Qingsong felt as if his eyes were blinded.

The pain that penetrated deep into his soul made him scream in his throat.

His hands could no longer hold the baguette, and he covered his eyes.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

Chen Qingsong screamed and roared.

He never thought that Wei Xiang could see through the flaws of the Xuantian Hand and attack him with his mental power.

If the realms of the Saint Realm powerhouses are similar, there is not much time to think and deduce.

His own Xuantian Hand, full of murderous intent, was right in front of him.

He, Wei Xiang, had no time to think, how could he come up with a solution?

This is unreasonable!

With Wei Xiang's strength, there is really no way to see the flaw in such a short time, let alone come up with a solution.

These were instructed by Ye Chen!

After all, behind Ye Chen stood a mysterious woman in the cauldron, whose strength was unfathomable.

After losing the continuous support of spiritual energy, the vortex in the void gradually weakened and the waves subsided.

As for the three black giant hands that broke through the air, they also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared completely in the void, turning into black light and stars.

Wei Xiang's eyes were sharp, and he raised his hand to cast another rune.

Swish!

The rune flew out and pierced Chen Qingsong's lower abdomen.

"I will take this hatred!"

Chen Qingsong barely opened his eyes, and blood kept flowing out of his eyes.

He protected his lower abdomen with one hand, stepped on the baguette, and fled madly into the distance.

"Let's go."

Wei Xiang did not dare to stop for a moment. He stretched out his hand to pull Ye Chen over and stood on the back of the six-winged flying eagle again.