Chapter 192 Soul Cultivation

The more Meng Yaotian thought about it, the more panicked he became. His mentality, which had been practicing for many years, barely allowed him to stop the idea of running away.

In front of the foundation monk, he is not likely to escape!

When his heart moved, Meng Yaotian shouted fiercely, "My companions are nearby, and they can find me in a moment at the latest. Their cultivation is much higher than me. Under the siege of everyone, even if you are a foundation monk, you can't get it!"

"Huh! Dare to threaten me! Your three companions are only seven layers of air practice. It's difficult to protect yourself, and they still want to save you! Originally, if you could beg me, when I sucked your soul, I could make you not suffer. Now, let you suffer from the soul-eating pain. Jie Jie!" The handsome young man smiled sharply and pierced his ears, which was extremely unpleasant.

Falling in Meng Yaotian's ear, his face was extremely pale in an instant, and he hissed, "Suck the soul... You are a soul cultivation!"

"You got it right!" The handsome young man smiled sharply and stretched out his right hand, which was wrapped in black fog. The black fog turned into hundreds of black filaments and floated in the air. He waved his hand. These black filaments were suddenly like sharp needles, silent, so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye, and shot at Meng Yaotian.

"Breaking Soul Yin Needle!"

Meng Yaotian's pupils shrank and felt a cool breath of soul. He shook the golden flag in his hand and pointed to the red flag in the colorful glow array.

"Cerness!"

The halo suddenly lit up, and a red glow came out of the red flag. A hot feeling of moxibustion seemed to be on the red charcoal fire with the touch of the hand. The strong feeling of moxibustion was just the feeling outside the glow. The red glow went towards the handsome young man through the colorful halo.

A burning sound sounded, and the broken soul needle showed its shape and touched the red glow. The color was slightly light, and then it suddenly penetrated and stabbed Meng Yaotian directly.

Meng Yaotian frowned, and the golden flag in his hand pointed to the yellow flag again.

"Huang Xia!"

Another yellow glow came out. The glow looked thick and blocked from the colorful halo, but the broken soul needle still passed through. Although the black fog on it faded a little again, it has reached the position of the colorful halo.

"Hum!"

As soon as the two touched, the colorful halo suddenly lit up, and the seven small flags emitted small clouds of various colors at the same time, completely blocking the broken soul yin needle.

Meng Yaotian breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were slightly gloomy. This colorful glow array is extremely powerful, but his cultivation is too weak to activate a few points at all, and it will consume a lot of real yuan.

The red glow that Meng Yaotian first cast has turned into a layer of red glow around the handsome young man. The feeling of moxibustion heat makes the temperature of the air rise.

Several of the black and shiny marginal hair of the handsome young man suddenly turned yellow.

His face changed and he screamed, "Bastard!"

Then, there was a gloomy atmosphere on his body, facing the red glow, which was slightly dark and then completely disappeared.

The handsome young man looked at Meng Yaotian coldly and said harshly, "This method is really powerful! However, you don't fully master it at all! The easiest way is to exhaust your true element!"

As soon as this word came out, Meng Yaotian's heart turned up. He didn't expect that this person would have a certain understanding of this method so quickly. It seems that this person's mind is extremely high!

Meng Yaotian turned his hand, took out an elixir from the storage belt that could slowly restore Zhenyuan, and then took out a spiritual stone, held it in the other hand, and constantly absorbed the aura inside for recovery.

"There are only five layers of Qi practice. I'd like to see if you can take my move!" The handsome young man's hands were intertwined, and a strange rune, flashed with faint purple, was born out of thin air.

This rune is constantly twisting and getting bigger in mid-air.

"Wow..." It seemed that there was a ghost crying from it.

Meng Yaotian stared at this scene and said in horror, "Soul art!"

"Oh, it seems that you know something about soul cultivation." The handsome young man smiled in surprise.

Meng Yaotian closed his mouth and smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth. At the same time, he constantly absorbed the spiritual stone to restore Zhenyuan. He could know the soul cultivation and soul art, which was also known in that encounter.

Soul cultivation is a kind of practitioner who sucks the soul to practice. No matter what kind of soul they are, they can suck, but the best nature for practice is the soul of the same practitioners. The speed of their practice is several times that of similar practitioners.

And soul art is a spell cast by soul cultivation with strange runes, which is amazing! Of course, low-level soul cultivation cannot perform soul art.

However, the soul cultivation is too impersonal to suck the soul and is strangled by all the practitioners, but there are still a few branches of the soul cultivation in the world!

"It's over," Meng Yaotian sighed bitterly in his heart. If he was a high-level monk, he could still escape with the last move of the colorful glow array. But in the face of the foundation monks, especially the soul cultivation, Meng Yaotian no longer has hope.

However, he didn't mean to wait for death.

Meng Yaotian's eyes were full of unwillingness. Looking at the strange rune that slowly grew in mid-air, he bit his teeth and rushed to the golden flag crazily, in which a strong golden light appeared.

"Red! Orange! Yellow! Green! Qing! Blue! Purple!"

Meng Yaotian read it word by word. Every time he read a color, the golden flag shoots a golden light to the corresponding color of the flag.

I saw the red flag, orange flag, yellow flag, green flag, blue flag, blue flag, purple flag, one after another, shining brightly.

The light is entangled, and the surrounding aura seems to have become a small sun. Even the prohibition arranged by the handsome young man shows signs of melting.

This light penetrates out!

"Colors return to one!" Meng Yaotian threw the golden flag in his hand up!

Suddenly, the golden flag floated into the air in the center of the halo.

"Brush..." Seven sounds, seven small flags reflect all kinds of light, concentrated towards the golden flag, and then a strong golden light is produced from the golden flag, turning into a circulating golden barrier, as if forming a golden egg, completely wrapping Meng Yaotian in it.

Meng Yaotian's move is extremely beautiful in terms of color.

The soul arts performed by the handsome young man were all a pause. He looked at the golden light, including the colorful arrays, and the color of love appeared in his eyes. "This array is beautiful, much more beautiful than the spells used by those old monsters in the clan! A monk with five levels of air practice can also have such a beautiful formation. Damn it! Well, you can't destroy this flag."

Thinking of this, the handsome young man's eyes flashed, and the runes of about the size in the sky no longer continued to rise. This strange rune, under the finger of the handsome young man, slowly flew towards the colorful glow array condensed into golden eggs.

It seemed to be slow, but in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived next to the golden egg. Under the strange distortion of the rune, the golden egg was wrapped in a circle, as if a word was engraved on it.

It's just that this word, except for being weird, can't be recognized at all.

The handsome young man hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Soul calligraphy, broken!"

As soon as the broken word fell, suddenly, the strange rune lit up slightly!

There seems to be no sign, as if the water has washed off the dirt. The dazzling colorful glow array, the beautiful golden condensed egg shape, while the rune lights up.

"Wan..." It seemed to sound the sound of flushing water. The golden light, the colorful light, faded in an instant and disappeared cleanly.

Seven small flags of different colors were exposed without any light. The golden flag also fell to the ground, and in the middle, Meng Yaotian, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose, looked outside in disbelief and the handsome young man with a gloomy smile on his face.

He couldn't believe that this was all the true elements he had used all over his body, and even sacrificed a few spiritual stones. With the most powerful colorful glow array he had learned, he used the strongest defensive move. It was so simple, there was no unexpected roar, and there was no time to resist, and it disappeared clean.

He didn't hope to rely on this move and could resist it for too long. He just wanted to buy more time to live. Maybe there would be a miracle. But this result is completely beyond his idea.

"Hey hey, isn't it an accident?" Looking at Meng Yaotian's expression, the handsome young man smiled strangely.

Meng Yaotian came to his senses after a long time. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and settled down. He sat in the same place with little strength. He recalled the past scenes in his heart, and his eyes showed sadness. Unexpectedly, the final result was that he was sucked by the soul.

"With your five-level cultivation of Qi, you can let me use soul art, and you deserve to be proud to death. Seeing that you can get such a beautiful array, I will let you be sucked by me without pain. The handsome young man smiled sharply and walked towards Meng Yaotian.

He didn't walk fast. He enjoyed seeing others dying.

"I haven't smoked the soul of the true person for a long time. The suzerain does not allow us to smoke the soul at will in the outside world. No one here can care about it."

The handsome young man looked at Meng Yaotian and laughed softly as he walked, "Don't worry, when I suck your soul, I will suck all the souls of your companions, so that you can be reunited."

Meng Yaotian was stunned and seemed to think of something. The sadness in his eyes was stronger. It seemed that his younger brother could not escape. He slowly closed his eyes, and he didn't have the courage to watch himself killed.

At this moment, it seemed that an overlapping echo sounded in Meng Yaotian's ears, which also made the handsome young man's footsteps suddenly pause.

"Is that so? Then I'd like to see how you suck my soul!"

The sound is cold, and there is an extremely strong murderous atmosphere!