Chapter 153: Robbery Cloud

Fifteen people can only survive eight. You don't have to think about who the seven unlucky ghosts are. They must be selected from ten people who have turned their souls. Zhuo Ran is the grandson of the cold king. Naturally, he can't let him die. There are also two of them are brothers. Although their cultivation is a turn of the soul, they embrace and attack the secret art and join hands, which is not comparable. The people who travel around the world are poor.

Han Wangsun's mind turned around. If he didn't agree with the blood sacrifice, it would be a fight to death. If he met head-on, he might be able to hurt both sides. However, coupled with the unfathomable true power of Xu Tian Ruyi, he was really not sure to retreat.

Moreover, only the master of the world can face the enemy with the devil. As for the master of the soul, he is of no use at all. Moreover, he has no friendship with them, so he will give up.

Death is naturally done by people with low cultivation. Counting the two brothers, one of them is almost equivalent to six masters of the world. If there is any change, you can also deal with it. Xu Wenting and Wang Yuping have no problem at this time. No matter how much hatred they have with the people in the demon gate, they don't have their own lives. Yes.

"Well, it's the seven of you. If you don't agree, let me swallow it." Beiming Laozu was very clear about the thoughts in the hearts of Han Wangsun and others. He opened his mouth gloomyly, raised his hand and pointed out seven people, who were the candidates in the hearts of Han Wangsun and others.

The candidate has been decided. The seven people's faces are like dirt. In the land of Shenzhou, the master of the soul is already the elder of the sect. His status is respected and respected by tens of thousands of thousands of people. However, at this time, it is a human knife. If I am a fish. If I don't want to go down, I will be swallowed up by the devil's head immediately. If I fight, if I am lucky, I may be able to survive, even if I Death will not be reduced to blood food.

Seeing that the five masters of the soul turned twice were silent, the seven people knew that the overall situation had been decided, and they only blamed themselves for being greedy for treasure. At the same time, there is still a fluke in the hearts of the seven people. If they dodged for 49 days in the soul arena, they may be able to escape this disaster.

Beiming Laozu seemed to have seen through the minds of several people and said coldly, "You don't want to escape the duel. The people who entered the arena can't hide. After staying for a long time, the ancient war spirit was enough to erode the sea of knowledge. Now three days have passed, even the one named Chu Xingjun can't last long. "

When the words faded, the light flashed, and the light curtain leading to the third floor shook for a moment and began to dissipate slowly.

"Okay, the arena is open. Let's go in!" Beiming Laozu shouted that a black smoke came out of his body and instantly turned into a bead the size of a human head. The color was dark red. Under a beat, it had disappeared into the body of a soul master. Then with a wave of the big sleeve, it had been sent into the door with beads. In an instant, the light curtain rose again and the passage was covered.

In the soul of war arena, Shen Chong calmed down. It didn't take too much effort to kill the last martial artist. Most of the reason was that the other party's mind had been lost, and it was the end of the strong crossbow, which made him pick up a bargain, but the next one must also be a master of the divine soul realm. Shen Chong did not dare to delay the seal of heaven and earth again, otherwise he would be eroded by the ancient war spirit. It's hard to die.

Suddenly, in the void, a door opened, and a figure fell down.

"Here we go!" Shen Chong was refreshed. In the soul of war arena, you can't be a little kind. Only continuous killing can get a glimmer of life.

Under the thought, it has been seen that the cultivation of the comer has been seen. The soul turns to kill the soul. Although the breath is strong, it is too far worse than Chu Xingjun. With a mistake in both palms, the real gas has turned into a big palm, and it has been photographed.

The person was unstable and felt that two palm winds were coming. Although he had been alert for a long time, the other party's palm was extremely strong, like a hurricane. Although it was not very domineering, his stamina was continuous and the speed was extremely fast. In a hurry, he had to protect a medium magic weapon in front of him, and his body flew back and waited until he landed before fighting back.

At this time, how could Shen Chong give him another chance? The real anger turned, and the black fire was silently entangled.

Touch!

The Chinese magic weapon is shaken away, and the black flame is as thin as a hairline, differentiated into thousands of channels, dense, and will be wrapped in the future.

Without mana suppression, the black fire can be said to be that everything does not burn. In the next few breaths, the human qi will burn, and a few strands have disappeared into its veins.

"It's you. Why is it you, Chu Xingjun?" The visitor finally saw Shen Chong's face and couldn't help but be shocked. Under the burning of the black fire, he screamed in pain and suffered a big loss with one move.

"Chu Xingjun, go to hell to find him!" Shen Chong said viciously that his mind was also affected by the ancient war spirit. He was ruthless and infused with magic power. The black fire was exhausted, and several black flames were poured in. The people who burned screamed loudly, and his hairs were all open. A woman's face showed a ferocious color, and there was a trace of magic in the feminine.

"The younger generation in the physical state dares to be so rampant. The secret book of Jiuyou, ten thousand souls devours the sky." The people roared, and a stream of magic came out of his body, and each one turned into a fierce soul, screaming and shaking in all directions.

"Nine Secrets? You are from Jiuyou Valley. Shen Chong was slightly shocked. Jiuyou Valley is listed as one of the four magic gates in Shenzhou. It has been facing the Seventh Avenue Gate for thousands of years. No one can do anything about it, and the background is also extremely profound.

"Ky, it's too late to understand. In the poor hands of my cruel holy king Can Ying, it's hard to die. The hateful old ghost thought he could trap me here. When I kill one by one in the future, I can naturally control this magic weapon." Can Ying said viciously.

Thousands of fierce souls have condensed in the void, roaring and crowing, and the blue sky has been covered by ghosts, dense, and full of ghosts.

"Hmm, under the thunder, it will turn into mud powder." Shen Chong shouted softly, and the little thunder took action. Dozens of white arcs converged into a net, and he was going to catch all the fierce ghosts all over the sky.

"How can the magic skill be so strong? You are obviously just the cultivation of the physical state!" When Can Yingqiong saw the thunder released by Shen Chong, he was shocked. As soon as the fierce ghost touched the electric arc, he turned into flying ashes, screaming repeatedly, and was completely broken in the sound of ghost crying.

In the legend, Jiuyou Valley connects the Jiuyou land and absorbs the yin qi cultivation and Taoism of the ghost realm. Unlike Wushengmen, it is a real ghost monk and is also restrained by thunder. This poor cultivation is far worse than Chu Xingjun. When he meets Shen Chong, he is even suppressed to death, and even the seal of heaven and earth is not Use sacrifices.

"What kind of cruel holy king, you deserve to be called the holy king." In Shen Chong's roar, the true gas turned round, and a dragon-shaped virtual shadow flew out and circled into a circle in the air. The ring of life and death was accompanied by countless hairs. The black and white gas was floating in it. If you look carefully, each hairline was actually in the shape of a dragon. Although it did not emit dragon spirit, its power was also amazing.

The reincarnation of the heavens accommodates the heavens. I don't know which holy emperor it is from, or the Taoism left by the immortals in the upper world. The first level of martial arts alone is already earth-shaking. If the seven layers are all thoroughly understood, I'm afraid that this world can't tolerate themselves. The more Shen Chong practiced, the more he felt that this set of skills was unfathomable and could not be speculated by common sense. The ring of life and death was perfected every moment and became more and more mature. One day he could leap over the nine heavens and dominate the life and death of the heavens, but that realm was no longer what Shen Chong could imagine.

But now this incomplete ring of life and death, the power is not blocked by the enemy. The essence of the body has been attracted, the breath is crazy, and there is a tendency to break the body and fly out.

"What kind of trick is this? It can devour my essence!" Can Ying shouted, clap his palms repeatedly, and counted hundreds of palms in a row, but the power of each palm was guided by the ring of life and death. Most of them were removed, and it was impossible to break the siege of the ring of life and death.

Ah, ah, ah!

The black silk visible to the naked eye is emitted from the body of the poor and is absorbed by the ring of life and death. Each black silk is transformed by the essence of the poor, including a large number of magic laws and even blood.

"Who the hell are you? How can you have such a horrible trick? Is it that Chu Xingjun really died in your hands?" Can Ying's poor essence was pulled out, no less than being refined. He even changed dozens of moves, but he could not break the ring in front of him. At this time, he was already a little convinced that Chu Xingjun was really dead in the hands of the younger generation in front of him.

At this time, Shen Chong turned a deaf ear and was immersed in a feeling. The dragon-shaped shadow in Dantian caused another change in the ring of life and death. He absorbed magic power, refined the enemy's essence, and supplemented himself. He also got great benefits. The essence of the soul master is difficult to be refined and absorbed by low-level martial artists, and it is easy to cause mana. Conflict, violent body death, but after the filtration of the life-and-death ring, the essence seems to have been subdued. Without a trace of rage, it is easy to be refined into the body.

In a blink of an eye, half of the essence of the poor has been lost. Part of it is absorbed by the ring of life and death, and part is imported into Shen Chong's body. The magnificent essence rushes into the body, which is more than several times more than the essence absorbed in the poisonous swamp. Each trace is a great tonic. The dragon-shaped shadow in Dantian is more real, several inches long. The mini dragon is lively and swims in the sea of spirit, which is extremely cheerful.

The great achievement of refining gods has really reached the peak of the level of refining gods. In this way, absorbing the essence of a few soul masters, stepping into the realm of the soul is just between turning hands.

Suddenly, a trace of trembling in Shen Chong's heart was a sense of crisis.

Dooms, dooms, countless clouds shrouded in my heart, and even the soul began to tremble, and a trace of natural disaster emanated.

It's not good. This is a soul disaster. Although his skills are high, his foundation is unstable. In the face of this inexplicable soul disaster, he naturally exudes a sense of fear. Shen Chong has felt that his soul disaster is by no means unusual, and his savings are far from enough.

Fortunately, this is just a doom simulated in my mind. I didn't cut out the soul, but if I absorb the essence of the soul master arbitrarily, I'm afraid I will soon reach my own limit, making the soul disaster come early.