Chapter 150 Slaughter

Looking at Zhao Haoran's nervous expression, as long as he is not a fool, he can see the importance of the white cocoon to him.

With limited soul power, only two huge ghosts are Zhao Haoran's biggest support.

The magic formula was pinched, and countless ghosts rushed to the crowd like crazy, but most of them were relatively weak. The only thing that could hurt people was the ghosts sacrificed by the souls above the moon soul.

People have three souls and seven souls, and then most of their power will dissipate after death, and only a small part of them will remain. This is the origin of the strength of the ghost. Tenglong is a Japanese soul, but the ghost is still much worse than the real Japanese soul.

The sky and the earth are changing color, and the sad screams disturb people's minds. The people of Hehuan Sect have no time to use their soul skills to attack the white cocoon.

"Eight out these ghosts first." The second elder shouted, and all the people shifted their targets.

The black ghost rushed up. Except for the two huge bodies, the rest were vulnerable and quietly retreated under the powerful offensive.

Watching the little brothers lose one after another, two pairs of scarlet eyes fixed one person separately and rushed up with their fangs.

"Stop them."

"Come to me."

"Bastards, they are afraid of fire soul skills, and fire souls are not allowed to move."

Under a riot, the two ghosts swallowed one person, leaving two human skins. The anger in the hearts of the two elders could not be contained. Unexpectedly, catching a seriously injured moon soul would lose so much. "Retain them."

The anger gathered on the two huge bodies, and the soul skills that almost exceeded the boundaries hit the two ghosts with thrilling power.

The attack of the souls for more than ten months is irresistible, and their size has become a fatal weakness.

The sharp cry came from the mouth of Tu Jiang's ghost. After all, most of his strength had been lost, and after he became a ghost, he seemed to be a little smart, and most of his soul skills were resisted by him.

A space crack suddenly appeared, and a nearby Hehuan disciple couldn't avoid it, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

One more person is missing!

There are only 16 people now. This action is definitely a fatal blow to the Hehuan Sect. The three of Bayanle may be more or less auspicious. The number of moon souls has plummeted, accompanied by a decline in the overall status of the Hehuan Sect. Without a hundred years of cultivation, the number of soul people who want to reach nearly 30 months is real. It's too difficult.

Zhao Haoran's cultivation is rare in the world. If he gets his things, he may make up for the loss of Hehuan Sect.

Tu Jiang's ghost is not intact. Fortunately, he did not know the pain.

"Receed!"

The breath on the soul prayer flag seemed to be the most sacred command. All the ghosts rushed up regardless of life, and all the smoke disappeared, leaving only a few human skins and the ugly faces of the disciples of the Hehuan sect.

The ghost is no longer of much use. Zhao Haoran knows in his heart that if he is forced to rush, he can only get nothing in the end. It is better to preserve his strength. The wounds of the ghost in the soul can slowly recover. The ghost is not that he will not die. If the injury is too serious, the ghost will drift away. At that time All my efforts were in vain.

"Hmm, Zhao Haoran, go back with me to see the head, and maybe I can spare you for your death. I'm afraid no one else dares to report you except our head."

The second elder launched a language offensive. The rotten corpse old man has always been unruly and has done a lot of things that violate the seven sects. However, due to his strong strength and strange soul method of cultivation, few people dare to provoke him. Let it go and turn a blind eye. Hehuanzong can be so strong with the rotten old man. Strength has a great relationship.

However, Zhao Haoran never knew this. Even if he knew it, it was impossible to rely on others. The rotten corpse old man was not a good thing. I'm afraid that the dungeon was specially built for him to practice soul skills. The intricately placed dead bodies in it is the best proof.

"Spentment"

Three Zhao Haoran appeared in front of the disciples of Hehuan Sect. Many people have seen Zhao Haoran's soul skills and did not show surprise, but they were still quite afraid.

However, it is impossible to change the rules that the Broken Soul Mountain cannot use the rules of those who surpass the star soul, and even the Japanese soul people dare not try it easily.

The violent aura may crush a life to death. Even if it can resist the aura riot with its own cultivation, the ubiquitous space cracks are unpreparable.

Entering the extraterritorial turbulence, there is only one possibility, and the soul power is exhausted and dies.

Unless those great masters, perhaps beings like Dayan Zhenjun can ignore extraterritorial turbulence.

"Zhao Haoran, I'm afraid there will definitely be uncontrollable power under the fight. In case the white cocoon is sucked away by the space crack, it will be too late to regret."

The second elders still don't give up. How can Zhao Haoran listen? Now Hehuanzong is incompatible with Hehuanzong. Either you die or I die.

"Storm"

The three mouths read the same tone, but strangely, there was no aura fluctuation. The second elder was quite nervous and looked around. Everyone was a little confused about what Zhao Haoran was doing.

The buzzing sound came from his ear, which seemed to be right beside him, but he couldn't catch it. The second elder was well-informed and quickly reacted, "Take back all the consciousness!"

The soul is used to releasing divine knowledge, which can capture every move around him in the battle faster, but at this time it becomes a fatal threat.

It's late!

The people of Hehuan Sect found that their divine consciousness was out of control, like an entity, floating beside them, and the divine consciousness could be seen. This is really a great anecdote. I'm afraid no one will believe it.

These divine consciousnesses are like cobwebs, wrapping everyone up.

"The beginning of a good show!" Zhao Haoran's face was pale, but with a satisfied smile, and the severe pain in his head reminded him that he could not use his mind for a short time.

The cobweb-like consciousness began to shake, forming an ocean of consciousness. Except for the two elders who saw the opportunity early, the rest of the people were trapped in it.

There was no loud sound. The disciples of Hehuanzong dug his chest with their hands like puppets.

Zhao Haoran closed his eyes and couldn't bear to watch this scene again. If it hadn't been for the hardship of Hehuan Sect, such a domineering soul art would not have been easily used.

Spirit storm, using its own powerful divine consciousness to control other people's consciousness and make them self-harm.

It's very simple to say, and it's also easy to practice, but the conditions for use are extremely harsh. If your divine cultivation is not enough, it is likely to be eaten back. At that time, you will be asking for trouble.

Zhao Haoran's consciousness is stronger than all the souls present, but the loss is too great. If it hadn't been for the disturbance of the transformation of the little beast, Zhao Haoran would have been impossible to do such dangerous things.

The disciples of Hehuanzong seemed to be enduring great suffering. Their palms moved slowly and broke a big hole in their chest. Their bright red hearts pounded in the palms of their hands, and everyone's faces showed a look of relief.

The second elder slipped on the soles of his feet, stadded, and continued to run rapidly into the distance.

It's not that I haven't seen the cruel scene, but the two strange elders like today are really scared.

Zhao Haoran took a look and did not stop him. He did not want to, but was extremely weak. The injury had not healed, but now he has added a new injury and is unable to kill this person.

The strong smell of blood attracted a large number of beasts, but the meat of these souls is not so easy to digest. Ordinary beasts will explode and die after swallowing, and the minced meat will fly. This area has become a Shura hell, and Zhao Haoran is unaware of it.

"Little beast, little beast, you have to hurry up. I'm afraid a bigger storm is coming."

The light on the white cocoon seemed to be responding to what Zhao Haoran said.

"Block the Broken Soul Mountain, and no one is allowed to enter or leave."

The second elder's clothes were broken and looked very embarrassed. Naturally, the disciples guarding the mountain did not dare to neglect and respond respectfully. When he raised his head, he found that the respected second elder had disappeared. I don't know what happened in the mountain. Why did the second elders go out of the mountain alone, but these things were all It has nothing to do with him. Just do your job well.

The dungeon of Hehuan has completely lost its previous appearance under the destruction of Zhao Haoran and the rotten corpse old man. There are few moon souls in the whole sect, and most of them follow the elders to pursue Zhao Haoran.

The old man can't agree without the rotting corpse in the dungeon. These death row prisoners are the source of his strength. The more people he kill, the stronger his meat hook will be. The sticky blood will affect people's minds a hundred feet away. It's really powerful. He is afraid that the Seven Gates Party will kill him, so he built a dungeon and arrested some acacia. The unfavorable soul can barely satisfy his cultivation.

"Sir, I'm afraid that the dungeon will have to be completely rebuilt, and all five gates will be destroyed. The corpses of those dead bodies may escape, affecting your cultivation effect."

The rotten old man waved his hand impatiently, "Don't ask me these little things, just do it at your mind, but there is one thing that I am not satisfied with the cultivation of the dungeon..."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

The rotten old man is very satisfied. In the Hehuan Sect, his majesty is inviolable. The only pity is that the death of his former powerful assistant Tu Jiang is unclear. Now the second elder has made him quite dissatisfied with his work. It has been so long that he can't even hunt down a small moon soul.

"Mshangmen, I'm back."

The old man frowned, "How did you become like this, Zhao Haoran? Where did the rest of the disciples go?

Zhao Haoran, he... He is in Broken Soul Mountain, and the rest of the disciples..."

"Are you all guarding the Broken Soul Mountain? You idiots, I'll deal with you when I catch him back."

"No," the second elder hesitated for a long time, knowing that this matter could not be covered up. "They... They all died in Broken Soul Mountain.