But he didn't despair, because he believed that his teammates would not be killed by the boss so easily.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, cooperate with me!" Yin Ji opened her chapped lips slightly, spit out a long mouthful of the power of the sun, and more than a dozen spirit servants roared and swam around her.

Then, she closed her eyes and performed fugue.

A beautiful figure in a black dress floated up from the top of his head, opened his mouth again, and swallowed more than a dozen spirit servants into his stomach.

In an instant, a pitch-black crescent appeared on the forehead of Yin Ji's spiritual body, misty black light overflowed from the eye sockets, and sharp black claws protruded from the white jade hands.

At this moment, she is like a goddess of the underworld, deep, dark, gloomy, yet noble.

Her spirit body flitted across the void, her skirt fluttered, and landed on top of the little emperor's head. The palm with fair skin and black nails, shaped like sharp claws, suddenly covered the little emperor's head.

I saw the little emperor froze suddenly, and his cruel and ferocious white pupils were dull.

As Yin Ji raised her hand violently, a fierce and violent spirit body with a blurred face was forcibly pulled out from above its head.

As soon as this twisted and cruel spiritual body left the body, it quickly sank, wanting to return to the physical body.

Yin Ji's claw-like five fingers trembled slightly, as if it was difficult to continue.

Without Yin Ji's reminder, Zhang Yuanqing knew what he should do. He took out the crouching pestle and shouted:

"Xia Shu, break armor!"

The biggest shortcoming of the crouching pestle is that it does not care about sharpness, at least in his hands.

The skin was no longer white, tender and smooth, and the wrinkled Xia Shuzhilian, struggling with the discomfort of her body, stepped on the military boots and ran towards the little emperor. In the process, she grabbed the bright dagger and stabbed forward.

Spit out a little cold light.

With a "poof", the famous swordsman easily pierced the little emperor's chest.

Xia Shu drew his sword back, and almost at the same time, Zhang Yuanqing used the star escape technique to come to the little emperor, and chiseled the crouching pestle into the hole in the sword on his chest.

Yin Ji let go of her hand, allowing her spirit body to return to her physical body.

A round of dazzling golden light lit up.

From the little emperor's black lips, nasal cavity, and pupils, golden light spewed out. He only had time to let out an angry and unwilling roar before his body fell on his back in a burst of black smoke.

"died?"

Xia Shuzhilian flicked the dagger, and the blade was stained with a layer of dirty black liquid, emitting a stench and containing highly poisonous.

"That's it? Haha, that's all." Brother Red Chicken licked his chapped lips, beaming with joy, "Great, I can finally go home and drink soup."

The other three teammates were also full of joy.

Unexpectedly, the crouching pestle in Yuanshi Tianzun's hand is so powerful that even such a terrifying boss cannot withstand its sharpness.

"Congratulations, everyone, you have won the medal for clearing the S-level dungeon." The Eagle of Liberty whistled.

Zhang Yuanqing frowned secretly, inspecting the corpse at his feet, a doubt flashed in his heart:

With the attribute of the crouching pestle that can only subdue the genitals, the little emperor "must die", but why didn't he disappear like the mummy that killed the dungeon?

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