Chapter 87 Evil! Evil!!!

With the wave of the Phantom with one hand, the huge wind pillar stopped and rolled up the dust in the sky and dispersed. The Phantom couldn't help sighing that this was strength. In the past, he used all his strength, but it was only huge on the surface, which was thousands of miles away from now.

It rained in the sky. Small pieces of drilling are also stone chips, wood chips, and bones mixed in the soil.

Zhao Qianyangtian took a look. These dozens of soul practitioners broke their limbs and were embarrassed. Their robes were cut into pieces of rags by fierce wind knives, and it was the corrosion of ten thousand rotten powder. If they were stained, they would burn a big hole in their bodies. If you don't die, you can only have half your life left.

Wrinkle Qunlun quickly used blood beads and hemostatic pills to repair his injury. Although his life was saved, his right arm was eroded by ten thousand rotten powder without a trace. Hundreds of wounds all over his body were deeply visible. These were all cut by the stroke knife in the gale spell. When the soul cultivation reached a certain level, his body was just like iron stone. Ordinary knives and axes can't be injured at all, and a wind curse of this master of the soul realm forms more than tens of millions of wind knives. Wrinkle Qunlun is quite wise and tries his best to protect the key points.

With the recuperation of blood beads and hemostatic elixir, the wound of Wrinkled Qunlun was quickly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he did not stand up. His soul power had been consumed in the gale just now. Now he is a salted fish on the chopping board and can be slaughtered by others. Now he thinks of the tea bowl held in his hand when he left the inner hall, and he probably thought about the answer in his heart. The soul power can be so fake and true. He has never heard of this pair of the super empty soul power.

The big shopkeeper fell to the ground dirty. Because he was tied up, he was not much better than the wrinkled group, but fortunately, the font was still complete. As for the wounds of the deep visible bones, there is no need to be counted. With his cultivation, as long as the injury is broken, he will not die. He has obviously given up his struggle. Zhao Qianyang's rope is so tough that he can't shake it no matter how hard he tries, and under friction, not only can the wound heal, but it will only expand and let more blood flow. In this case, it's better to save some soul power.

Zhao Qianyang is not more resentful because of the insidiousness of the big shopkeeper. If he wants to win, he will also use various means. However, after entering the soul cultivation, Zhao Qianyang found that these means did not have much effect on him. His previous style was to attack people's weaknesses and never fight hard with others. Now he likes to add a little difficulty to himself. If he can't fight with people with his own strength in this world, he will be very It is loneliness. He walked to the big shopkeeper, and the ropes turned into extremely small runes, surrounded Zhao Qianyang, and were photographed by him.

The big shopkeeper admitted his defeat. No matter how offended he is, it is impossible to calculate. Is it useless to sprinkle ten thousand rotten powder on the master of the soul realm? The big shopkeeper is also suspicious, but he absolutely dares not do that. There is no doubt that he is looking for death, and the master of the soul realm will not stand there in a daze to let you succeed. Unexpectedly, you two are really masters of the soul realm.

Zhao Qianyang said, "If I hadn't cultivated to the soul, wouldn't I be killed by you now?"

The big shopkeeper nodded, and his old face turned red. He was ashamed to admit that he had the ability to know people and could not escape his eyes, but now he still blinded his dog's eyes.

"Your Excellency, can I ask you a few questions?" The big shopkeeper said tremblingly.

"You can ask, it's my business whether to answer or not." Zhao Qianyang said in an unquestionable tone, "But if I have any questions to ask you, you should also explain honestly."

The big shopkeeper nodded. He was not qualified to negotiate now. He just wanted to ask Zhao Qianyang where he got the soul stone, but he remembered a more important question and asked, "Your Excellency, are you two masters of soul realm?" The bottom of his heart has been confirmed, but he still has to ask. In his eyes, there is nothing to be ashamed of losing to the master of the soul realm, and if he loses to other masters of the soul realm, he will be ashamed to death.

Really, Zhao Qianyang nodded slightly.

The big shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "Then my lord, can you tell me how long it took you to reach the soul realm? To be honest, the little shopkeeper has been practicing for 350 years, but his talent is low, which is much worse than the owner of Jincheng.

The Phantom said, "I haven't cultivated my soul for a long time, only more than 100 years."

The big shopkeeper seemed to have been hit by a lightning and almost jumped up from the ground. This affected the wound, and he grinned in pain, "How can it be? It's only been practiced for 114 years." This is definitely a demonic talent. The big shopkeeper secretly wrote down Yutianmen in his heart. This Fumen, which Hongyuanzhou has never heard of, is so powerful. Yes, they must have a strange spiritual practice, otherwise no one can reach this speed. If you keep devouring the soul beads, it is also possible. However, that will only make your soul confused, and you will completely lose your mind like Warcraft.

Phantom is indeed proud that he has practiced for more than 100 years and reached the soul realm, but compared with the evil standing in front of him, it is almost far away. "Qianyang, tell me about your practice time." She deliberately asked Zhao Qianyang to hit the big shopkeeper.

"Well, it will be three years in a few months. It's been such a long time." Zhao Qianyang said that leaving for so long refers to the time of leaving home. After all, he has never been out of Luofan Town.

The Phantom has been staring at Zhao Qianyang for so long. Isn't this a pure blow?

"Three years, three years..." The big shopkeeper muttered, and saw him suddenly jump up, and a stream of blood spewed out of the wound, and the big shopkeeper did not feel pain at all. He seemed to have forgotten his current situation and shouted, "Three years, I didn't expect you masters of your soul realm. How is it possible to tell a three-year-old child that he doesn't believe it and reaches the soul realm after 140 years of cultivation? There are more than 10 million children in our whole Leifu sect, but there are no more than ten masters in the soul realm, and the whole sect provides resources. There is no worry at all when practicing, even so. No one can reach the soul realm before the age of 300. No one.

After the big shopkeeper finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he was emotionally excited, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He sat on the ground obediently and scolded himself in his heart. These two are masters of the soul realm. They can kill themselves with the touch of their fingers. What's the point of competing with them? This is really miserable. However, he won't believe that someone can practice to the soul realm in three years, so it's better to tell him that the dust star will explode tomorrow to make it more credible.

The Phantom said faintly, "I didn't expect that the big shopkeeper of the silver building was also from Leifumen." She has never had a good impression of the people of Leifumen.