Eight ghosts and magic gods!

In the battle to defend the sun, Li Tianming had seen its lethality with the Star Sea God Ship, and had long been crying.

"Although Is the Phantom God of Fusheng World is still missing, the Eight Ghosts are the weapons of this pair of Phantom Gods. With it cooperating with my Nine Dragon Emperor Burial, then I, the infinite star sea god ship, will definitely kill a large number of them!"

As we all know, what the Star Sea God ship lacks is its control ability.

Why is the magical god clan terrible to control the Star Sea God Ship?

It is because their own illusion god can provide control capabilities for the Star Sea God Ship, making the bombing and killing of the Star Sea God Ship more accurate.

In the Burial of the Nine Dragon Emperor, the Micro-Gen Mo Ran had been divided into fifty. The understanding sisters all came out. Their eyelashes trembled slightly, their breathing was rapid, and their faces were slightly red. They were somewhat nervous about the sudden heavy responsibilities and challenges.

Ji Ji has a small part of her body, right in the inner star source of the Nine Dragon Emperor Burial, and her spirit body is still next to Li Tianming. She rolled her eyes at this moment, urging Weisheng Mo Ran and her sisters, and said impatiently: "Okay, I'll have to make a fuss, line up to follow me."

An infinite level of illusion god!

And it is the ultimate maturity, not the phantom god embryo obtained by Li Tianming, and needs to sprout slowly.

The size of this illusion god is quite large.

Fortunately, Weisheng Mo Ran and her sisters, under the nourishment of the Yanhuang Blood Soul and the patient cultivation of countless sword gods Lin's powerful men, finally achieved the Emperor's realm and reached the Little Sky Star Realm. Their physical fitness has reached the peak of the Supreme God, and they have completely digested the Eternal Night Divine Whale and the Sky Divine Sea.

Otherwise, Li Tianming would not dare to let them carry eight ghosts now.

"Mengying's eight ghosts are much stronger than Feng Qingyoumeng's eight ghosts. Be sure to be careful, patient and stabilize the rhythm." Li Tianming reminded.

"I understand, good brother." The sisters said in unison. Everyone was carved from the same mold, with long dark green hair and eyes, firm and tough eyes, and the beaks and swallows, forming a beautiful landscape.

Their gentle and dedicated eyes made Li Tianming feel a little embarrassed.

After the eight ghosts of "Feng Qing Meng Butterfly" were sent in, their first step was to suck out all the eight ghost god patterns on the other party's star particles through contact, and then divide them into fifty pieces, which are carried by fifty sisters.

The absorption process is not difficult, but the bearing process is difficult!

They are still at the level of gods, and they use flesh and blood to carry the god patterns of star particles and mustard seeds, which is very embarrassing to them.

But there is no way, there is only one chance.

"It may hurt a lot. Once it fails, the consequences will be unimaginable. Do you want to try it?" Before the execution, Li Tianming finally solicited their opinions.

"Yes." Weisheng Mo Ran did not look back. They were telepathic. The fifty sisters all had soft smiles on their faces. They seemed gentle, but they were extremely determined about this matter in their hearts.

The sun, sentient beings, and Li Tianming are all at the moment of life and death.

Every moment they want to contribute their strength to share the worries of Li Tianming.

Li Tianming took them out of the ocean of suffering. Their souls were incomplete. After they decided to repay Li Tianming, they became even more devoted.

"good!"

Without further ado, they surrounded Feng Qingmengdian and began to peel off the billions of divine patterns of the infinite level illusion gods of the eight ghosts from their bodies.

This is the heavenly talent created by the "Wu Meng Immortal Lord" for their sisters. When they use it, they are very natural, as if they are instinctive.

"No wonder Mengying longs for their ability."

Li Tianming stood aside and guarded them, watching the billions of powers of god patterns like white ghosts pouring into their bodies.

The Eight Ghosts are different from the Eternal Night Divine Whale, the Sky Divine Sea. They are a very vicious, extremely resentful and also with spiritual interference. They not only disturb the enemy's mind, but also easily make themselves crazy and go crazy.

Therefore, when these phantom god patterns entered their bodies, Li Tianming could immediately feel their discomfort, and as time passed, this discomfort turned into pain and struggle.

Their faces turned pale, and each of them seemed to have transformed into eight ghosts. Their delicate bodies released amazing evil spirits, and their hands, feet, and bodies were trembling slightly.

At this tense and struggling moment, Li Tianming saw them silently, almost at the same time, and held each other together. Everyone formed a circle to carry the painful fortune together.

They are not fighting alone!

Fifty sisters who are connected by life and soul are condensed into a rope. This warm, united and simple group makes them one at this moment, and each heart is accompanied by forty-nine other things.

In this way, what are the fears of worldly difficulties?

The eight ghosts' god patterns are like trillions of ghost souls, pouring into their delicate bodies and engraved on their flesh and blood mustard seeds. This is a complex and huge project. The casting of every detail comes from the thousands of years of carving of Feng Qingmeng Butterfly. Even if they have fifty people, it is difficult to take on such a fortune in a short period of time.

Every moment, there is endless torture.

In Li Tianming's eyes, these fifty identical beauties were sweating coldly, their lips were slightly white, and the pain was deep, and they could no longer be controlled, making a depressing cry of pain.

This made Li Tianming so nervous that he raised his heart to his throat.

"Your virtue, those who don't know, think that fifty young ladies in it have children for you." Yinghuo complained.

"Ahem!"

Li Tianming can only say that his mood is similar.

Nervous and looking forward to it.

He actually believed in them because they were really a group of women with very strong willpower. They would never retreat, let alone hesitate.

So, he just hopes that this process can end soon and that they can all suffer less.

In front of them, they were still holding hands tightly, fifty people were as one, and the eight ghostly god patterns were like the vast ocean, flowing on their tall bodies, swimming across the mountains and crossing the deep sea, the power of riot lifted their dresses and flew everywhere, making everything snow-white and translucent...

"Good disciple, how about it?" Lin Xiaodao heard the movement inside and asked outside.

"Bai and big." Li Tianming closed the companion space in advance, with a righteous look on his face and said without blinking his eyes.

"What's the matter? I'm asking you, can they deal with the eight ghosts?" Lin Xiaodao said in confusion.

"Oh ah... the problem should be quite big. Ah no, the problem should be very big... wrong! No big problem!"
Chapter completed!