Chapter 86 Ten Thousand Rot Powder

If Wanfu fans can't control it well, it will also cause great harm to himself. This is the last resort of the big shopkeeper. No matter what, he has to work hard.

Wrinkled Qun Lun gritted his teeth and said, "Let's fight." No matter what, there can't be any retreat now.

All the soul practitioners on the second floor have shown a fist-sized white thing, which contains ten thousand rotten powder that can turn them into a ball of white smoke. It is wrapped in a transparent soft film. They shot Zhao Qianyang and the Phantom, and the soft film suddenly dispersed under the stimulation of the soul force.

The big shopkeeper smiled gerociously, no matter how powerful you are, you must not be able to resist the erosion of ten thousand rotten powder.

The phantom snorted coldly, "Dearing insects also dare to show their ugly." She waved her long sleeves and thousands of runes jumped on her fingers.

The big shopkeeper "clucked" in his heart and shouted secretly, "It's broken. It's really blind to my dog's eyes. I'm getting into trouble with people who shouldn't be provoked." It is absolutely impossible for no soul cultivation person in the condensed soul realm to play tens of thousands of runes in one hand. Then the person in front of him must be a soul cultivation. Hide quickly." The big shopkeeper roared, retreating like a sword, reaching out and playing runes into a soul shield.

The phantom did not hit the gale curse. The rotten powder scattered all over the sky was like a dandelion under the hurricane, which was blown into a white fog. The white fog frantically gnawed at the small buildings on both sides, and in a blink of an eye, it was completely different. With a bang, he collapsed to the ground, broke the wall, and even the panicked soul practitioners were all swept up to the waist of the sky by the cracked wind.

Wrinkled Qun's hands and feet were in a hurry. Such a strong wind made him unable to stand, and his soul power condensed and firmly wrapped himself in it. But in a blink of an eye, he was corroded and cracked by rotten powder, and ten thousand rotten powder stained his arm, like a hot fire burning on his arm. The unbearable severe pain made him collapse in an instant, and the soul shield dissipated at this moment. Wrinkled Qunlun only saw that his arms had turned white and dissipated in the sharp cracks. The rest of the soul practitioners were not as good as him. They cried for their father and mother in pain and waved randomly to survive in the crack wind. Some of them were dead, and some of them were eroded by ten thousand rotten powder. There was no blood flowing out. The blood had turned into invisible small dust and was lost in the strong wind.

The big shopkeeper ran the fastest. He also used the milking power that he hadn't used for a hundred years. I really hate that his mother didn't give him two more legs. Even now, he uses his hands and feet, and there is only one thought in his heart: "Escape, escape."

"Did you run?" A young man's voice exploded in the big shopkeeper's ear, and then a golden rope wrapped around his body, easily strangling the soul shield and firmly trapped him. The rope was strangled into his flesh, and blood flowed out, which made him cry in pain and his body kept twitching. A huge force pulled him back. No." The big shopkeeper shouted shrillly, but was tied to the rope condensed by Zhao Qianyang with soul power. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape. He turned his head and saw the tragic situation in the strong wind. The bricks and tiles were destroyed into small sand grains by ten thousand rotten powder, and the broken arms flashed in the middle. The pores of the big shopkeeper shuddered and entered the strong wind, and he would have to peel off a layer even if he did not die. I didn't expect that the most powerful means would be used on my own people.

The Phantom did not expect that these ten thousand rotten fans would have so much power. She wanted to teach them a lesson first, and then ask the reason, but after seeing the viciousness of these ten thousand rotten fans, she started to kill.

The big shopkeeper was pulled into the gale, and the dust and gale blew his wounds, making her out of the play. In his heart, he had determined that these two people were the two soul masters who appeared last night, and he couldn't help scolding what a soul master did with the soul stone. But it's too late to say anything now.

There was a panic in the Golden City. Such a large hurricane went straight into the sky, which made people feel scared. The roaring wind can be heard in the whole city, and the noise is like a thousand wolves shouting together, which is sad and fascinating.

In the mountains and forests outside the Golden City, there are seven or eight masters of the soul realm in the small cave. They are all the masters of a nearby city. Although they are much more powerful than the Zipao guards, their strength is much worse than that of Jin Shengtian. If you want to deal with the master of soul realm with this power, there is no doubt that you will hit the stone with egg. Jin Shengtian told his fabricated story, and the grief of losing his son won him a lot of sympathy, but these people have also heard of Jin Minghe's name more or less. There are no one thousand or 800 women spoiled under him. Of course, things are gathered by class, and people are divided by groups. These city owners are not very noble people. The world is respected by strength. As long as you have the ability, you can do whatever you want. Otherwise, you can only be slaughtered by others.

A green-robed soul cultivater walked into the cave and bowed respectfully to Jin Shengtian and said, "Lord, there is something going on in Jincheng."

Jin Shengtian's body trembled, and he didn't expect that there would be news so soon. But the master of the soul realm."

"I can see from the mountain that someone is fighting in the Golden City. My subordinates think that except for the master of the soul realm, no one dares to make trouble in the Golden City."

"Brother Jin, why don't we go to the top of the mountain and have a look?"

"Okay, everyone, please."

"Please"

Several people flew out of the cave and stepped on the rocks as if they were walking flat, jumping between them, and their bodies were flexible and agile. After a while, he climbed to the top of the mountain.

"It's just a wind pillar, Brother Jin, this is not necessarily the master of the soul realm fighting." Speaking, Shiyun, the owner of Shitong City, howled. The area of Shitong City is not much smaller than that of Jincheng. The roads are all directions. It is the only place to go to the Ice Valley, the Soul Forest, the Golden City, and the Cliff Valley. Many soul practitioners stay in Shitong City to buy materials, so Shitong City is richer than the Golden City, although Shiyun's cultivation is better than Jin Shengtian. It's much worse, but in his eyes, he thinks that he can be on an equal footing with Jin Shengtian and even better than him.

Jin Shengtian has no time to deal with this idiot. Last night, the attack of the master of the soul realm can be deeply imprinted in his heart, and it seems that the other party is just a playful mentality. To put it, it is hard to practice his hands with himself as a newcomer. It seems that the attack is ordinary, but the power emanates is Huge and great. He is worried at this moment, hoping that his two idiot sons will not get into trouble with the master of the soul realm, and he doesn't care about the life and death of the rest of the others.

Jin Shengtian turned his head and said to the green robe soul practitioners behind him and said, "Go to Jincheng to find out what's going on. It's better to know why this fight started. They are targeting Jincheng, Leifumen, or somewhere else."

"My subordinates are obeding." The green-robed soul man retreated while talking and disappeared into the woods at the foot of the mountain.

Jin Shengtian frowned and sighed a long sigh. Disaster."