Chapter 45 Condensing Soul Beads

A few people fled in a hurry. If they were split, they must be young inside and scorched outside, and life is not as good as death.

The angry thunder exploded, and the electric current ran around, which made people's scalp numb. These soul practitioners only ran slowly. The robe turned tattered black, and the skin also turned black. Blood oozed out and cried repeatedly.

The phantom giggled, waved a black flame in his hand, and hit the half-dead man who was struck by lightning.

"No." When the black flame touched the man's body, he felt his soul trembling violently, and a heartfelt pain almost killed him. With the heartbreaking scream, the soul was stripped from the body, twisted, moved, and then swallowed by the black flame. The whole body collapsed on the cold grass and had no vitality. The black flame wrapped the soul, like a boiling ** slowly condensed and shrank, and finally turned into a bright black bead. The phantom hand flew over with one move.

Several people shuddered when they saw their companions being killed, and the letter had been crushed. They only needed to support them for a while and come with their brothers.

"You dare, you..." one man shouted.

"What are you, mother? That's all I have. None of you can run away later." The Phantom said to put away the soul beads.

"I'll spell it for you."

"Let's go together and kill the witch."

Several people roared and roared out of the small forest. Before they rushed out of the forest, there was another explosion, and the last soul thunder finally exploded. One person was blown up in the screams and his hands danced in the air.

Zhao Qianyang had never competed with the soul practitioners. He was about to try his strength. He quickly condensed a colorful ball and squeezed it like substance with soul force. His right arm swung a semicircle. The colorful ball came out of his hand and flashed in the air. The soul practitioners in mid-air showed a shocked expression. And resisted, he had been hit on the head by a ball, which made him dizzy, his eyes turned white, and his feet on his head fell to the ground.

"That man taught you." After saying that, the Phantom stopped in front of the other three soul practitioners.

The three soul practitioners did not know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all. The soul power condensed three sharp swords, on which flashed, showing the charm of thunder attributes.

The phantom changes into a black whip, waving like a snake dance in the air, which is extraordinary and does not fall behind in the fight.

Zhao Qianyang saw the thunder flashing on the sword of the three soul practitioners, and ingeniously thought that there was also a spell on the soul ball, which was inherited from the soul slip and called the thunder spell. I don't know how powerful it is compared with the thousand thunder charms.

Zhao Qianyang bounced his ten fingers and only tried it, and there was lightning flashing in his hand. The class didn't wait for him to study carefully, the dizzy soul practitioner who was smashed and dizzy has rushed over.

"The boy dares to smash me and watch me kill you." The big man roared and condensed a big knife more than one meter long and split it at Zhao Qianyang. The cyan thunderlight surrounded the knife body and looked majestic.

Zhao Qianyang blinked at the big man, made a grimace, and dodged as sensitive as the wind. He was not in a hurry to attack and kept studying the thunder curse.

When the big man saw Zhao Qianyang's absent-minded look, he was even more angry. There was a burst of pain in the red and swollen pimples on his head. He waved a big knife to split it like clouds and water, and thunderbolt out with the inversion.

"Mom, I can't study it." Zhao Qianyang was forced to run away in a hurry.

The big man chased after him and seemed to have endless strength. Zhao Qianyang's teeth were itchy with hatred, and he reached out to condense a colorful soul ball and smashed it.

The big man's speed did not decrease. The horizontal knife stopped his chest. When the soul ball hit the knife, his body paused. Several cracks appeared in the knife body. The big man's soul power gushed out and immediately repaired the crack.

"I'll let you chase." Zhao Qianyang condensed more than a dozen soul balls in one breath and threw them at the big man like a stone.

The big man grinned, as if he was winning, because Zhao Qianyang's attack was a waste of soul power.

"Forehead, left foot, right leg, chest, chin..." Zhao Qianyang opened his mouth and prompted.

The big man was surprised to find that Zhao Qianyang played very accurately and said that there was no deviation. The soul balls condensed one by one, and the big knife in the big man's hand were full of cracks. He could only keep using soul power to repair. He was secretly surprised that this boy didn't get so much soul power. He would definitely drag him to death after a while.

"Brain." Zhao Qianyang shouted when he threw the soul ball.

The big man stopped the knife on his head reflexively. He can't blame others, but Zhao Qianyang for smashing wherever he prompted, and the smashing is particularly accurate.

"Ao-hoo!!!"

The big man curled up and fell to the ground, covering his lower body with his hands, his body unconsciously twitched, and cursed Zhao Qianyang's 18 ancestors in his heart.

"You, you, this bastard." The big man trembling his lips and scolded.

"Bah, you idiot." Zhao Qianyang said and continued to study the thunder spell. The runes were distorted in his hands, and the soul power in his body rushed out. The runes were full of unparalleled power. He condensed a round ball with soul power and tried to wrap it in these thunderous runes. During the distortion of the runes, Zhao Qianyang found that the thunder spell was not controlled by him.

"Damn it." Zhao Qianyang shouted strangely and hurriedly threw out the thunder spell, which almost exploded in his hand.

After the thunder spell was released, the thunder body twisted into the rune quickly became bigger. Zhao Qianyang felt that his hair stood upright and his skin was numb. This thunder spell extracted most of the soul power in his body. I saw a thick angry thunder strike on the ground not far ahead. With the sound of the air explosion, Zhao Qianyang's ears were painful and dizzy. Then a thick black pit made on the ground, and white smoke rose.

Zhao Qianyang sat on the ground with his buttocks and only felt dizzy.

The big man curled up and looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment. He didn't think that Zhao Qianyang would have such a powerful thunder spell. He quickly stood up with the pain of his lower body. If Zhao Qianyang gave him a look, he would probably be able to cook all the meat he had cut. He bent down, and the pain in her lower body made it impossible for her to stand up straight.

Zhao Qianyang shook his head vigorously, and the surrounding scenery slowly became clear. The three soul practitioners fighting against the Phantom were lying quietly on the ground at this moment. They looked more or less auspicious. The Phantom had unconsciously stood behind the big man. Zhao Qianyang stood up and looked a little tired. What was left of his soul power Not much.

The big man saw Zhao Qianyang's fatigue and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "Kid, give up your avatar. Don't be with that witch in the future. I can spare your life.

Zhao Qianyang shook his head and said, "Idiot."

The man didn't expect that Zhao Qianyang dared to speak hard. He opened his mouth and roared and was about to rush over, but as soon as he stepped out, he fell to the ground because a black soul line was wrapped around his neck.

"Cough..." The big man covered his throat and coughed hard. The phantom did not give him a chance to breathe. The black flame soared into the air and burned on the big man. How could the big man endure this pain? His soul had a feeling that he was about to collapse. The pain kept rolling on the ground, hitting the ground with his head hard, and screaming in his mouth. Practice.

"Condensation." The Phantom said and pinched his hands, and the flame directly dragged out the soul of the big man. The big man also stopped struggling at this moment and slowly fell to the ground. Another soul bead flew to the phantom's hand.

The Phantom smiled proudly, "Let's go." He pulled Zhao Qianyang away. Zhao Qianyang is not a pedantic person. He has guessed that the soul beads in the Phantom's hand are condensed soul beads. Although there is still some resistance in his heart, he does not object. The method of punishing the wicked is different. The reason why he resented when he first saw the Phantom was that he felt that she killed innocent people indiscriminately.

After a while, more than a dozen soul practitioners rushed over. After seeing the scene on the ground, everyone gritted their teeth and scolded, hating the phantom to death, but they didn't know how to track it down. They could only make plans after Longdan invited Uncle Cheng to come.

Another time, a figure came from afar with incomparable agility, stepping on the grass like flying, and the figure like the wind. More than 20 people stood up together to welcome this figure. This is their uncle, who has been practicing for more than 300 years, only one line away from the mixed realm, and has a detached position in the Leifu Gate.

When the stone ran, he was like walking leisurely. His toes gently rushed out more than ten meters on the ground. He was dressed in a black robe and black leather boots. Long hair and black hair flutter, giving people a deep and mysterious feeling. His eyes were in full bloom. When he looked carefully, the blue charm flashed in his eyes, which was extremely fierce, which made people dare not look directly. A long face was pulled under his neck with a serious look all day long. If anyone dared to laugh in front of Cheng Tianshi, he must be furious and think that the man was laughing at him ugly.

So when these more than a dozen soul practitioners greeted their uncles, they were like attending a funeral, with a straight face and a look of silence. As soon as Cheng Tianshi arrived, they bowed to 90 degrees of luggage and said with extremely heavy words, "Good uncle."

Cheng Tianshi nodded, and his chin almost touched his chest. When he saw the scene on the ground, a strong evil spirit came from his body, and more than a dozen soul practitioners couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Where's the witch? Did you run away?" Cheng Tianshi roared, and the sound recording of his speech was like a rust saw cutting wood, hoarse and sharp, very unpleasant.

"In my uncle's words, we came late, and the witch has left."

"Wow." All day, Shi was furious, and his long face was red and black, and his hair was about to stand up. "This stinky woman dares to bully our Leifu door. I must not spare her. How long have you been here?"

"I will arrive an hour ago."

Cheng Tianshi said angrily, "In an hour, some soul practitioners have been a hundred miles away. How can I find them? You have lost all the faces of Leifumen.

"Uncle's lesson is." Everyone was reprimanded and unhappy, but no one dared to show a dissatisfied look, otherwise Uncle Cheng stretched out his hand and strangled him.

At this time, another person came from a distance, dressed in a white robe like snow, panting, and sweat kept flowing on his handsome face. It was Shi Longdan. After Dan arrived, he saluted Cheng Tianshi respectfully.

"Don't just know how to make trouble, and practice more when you have time. When you arrive at the mixed yuan, what kind of woman can't get it? It's like now, rushing on the road is like a bastard."

Shi Longdan lowered his head when he was reprimanded and dared not say anything.

Cheng Tianshi sent his letter to everyone and said, "We continue to track along this road. If we find the witch, the witch, we will immediately crush the letter and see if I don't peel her off."

Shi Longdan thought to himself, "Hey, it's better to peel off your clothes first. What a pity that such a beautiful person was killed all of a sudden." He put away the letter, which is the key time to save his life.