At this time, Wu Moying''s soul cave in the sea has been eroded by an extremely huge spirit of resentment energy, which is like a storm raging inside. Wu Moying can only mobilize the power of the dark law and condense into a black defense shield shaped like a vortex to surround his soul layer by layer.


    However, the energy of this complaining spirit seems to be highly corrosive. As soon as the black vortex contacts, it melts and shrinks like snow under the hot sun.


    At this time, they only felt that the leader of the dead family had appeared in front of Wu Moying. His speed was amazing, not a blink, but almost comparable to the extraordinary blink of the dragon.


    At the same time, the black sickle, with a stronger evil resentment, cut straight at Wu Moying''s head.


    If this knife goes on, Wu Moying will lose her vitality on the spot, whether in flesh or soul!


    "Dragon extraordinary, use your purple lightning needle quickly. The power of thunder has restraint against those complaining spirit energy!" seeing this, the fire phoenix suddenly thought of something and suddenly preached.


    At such a critical moment, long Bufan also has no room for reverie, or has full trust in the fire phoenix. Immediately, under the reversal and decomposition of the ancient array of yin and Yang, the chaotic yuan God in his body split the thunder spirit form of the purple lightning needle, suddenly swept out of himself, turned into a purple light, and shot on the black sickle at a speed as fast as lightning.


    "Dang!"


    The sharp and crisp impact sound like metal suddenly spread. Then, countless thick purple electric arcs glittered with a suffocating fierce light, which quickly spread from the purple electric thunder needle and wound the whole blade in an instant.


    "Hiss, hiss, hiss --!"


    Under the erosion of countless currents, the black sickle suddenly seemed to touch the electricity. It suddenly stopped above Wu Moying''s head, trembled violently, and kept crying like a thousand ghosts.


    As for the resentful spirit energy eroded in Wu Moying''s soul cave sea, because its subject was affected by the power of thunder, it dissipated in an instant.


    "What a powerful lightning energy!"


    The leader of the dead family was surprised and held the palm of the knife handle. When he came into contact with the fierce current, he quickly loosened his palm as if he had encountered something terrible, and his body also retreated rapidly.


    It can be seen that the power of thunder, for the evil spirit of the black sickle, really has a strong restraint, but also has an absolute suppressive power on the dead people!


    As for the power of chaos, although it is the source of all energy and stronger than thunder, it is because the energy is turbid and does not play a role in the restraint of thunder against grievances.


    According to the dragon''s extraordinary knowledge of previous lives, for example, carbon dioxide is a gas harmful to the human body. If the oxygen in this gas is decomposed, this oxygen is of great benefit to the human body.


    Therefore, although the power of chaos is strong, it is not decomposed. The power of thunder is more effective in restraining grievances!


    Seeing this scene, the disciples of the temple Pavilion and the orc soldiers were stunned. Immediately, an excited voice sounded in the crowd: "yes, I remember. In historical records, it is said that the dead people cultivate the spirit energy, so they are very afraid of lightning."


    At this time, Wu Moying, who recovered his ability, suddenly grabbed the fallen evil sickle with one hand, and when the complaining spirit in the blade had no resistance under the restraint of the current, he immediately took out a yellow symbol of the seal spirit from the storage bag and pasted it on it!