bullyxtreme Chapter 217 The remnant soul of Emperor Ling came prepared
Chapter 217 The remnant soul of Emperor Ling came prepared
Chapter 217 The remnant soul of Emperor Ling came prepared
"Crash!"
As he shouted down, a vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the formation, and endless liquid energy poured in continuously. At the same time, an extremely ancient breath slowly diffused from the vortex. Open, the vortex rotates at a high speed, and finally dissipates quietly. When the vortex dissipates, an illusory old man dressed in coarse linen clothes appears between the heaven and the earth.
"Buzz!"
When the figure of the illusory old man appeared, the souls of all the spirit race people present suddenly trembled fiercely, a kind of coercion originating from the blood, instantly made the entire mountain range kneel down countless times Dao figure.
"Ancestor!"
Many Elders of the Spirit Race were so excited that they looked at the illusory figure with tears running down their cheeks. Their faces were full of enthusiasm. Driven by that bloodline, that figure, in their hearts, was like a god, inviolable.
"Heh, I didn't expect that you, Ling Yidao, also mastered the control method of the clan protection formation. I never thought of this." In contrast, at this moment, he is as elegant as a scholar.
"Now that the Spirit King is retreating, it is impossible for the clan protection array cast by your Spirit Sword to stop the footsteps of my soul clan, let alone the remnant soul of the ancestor of the soul clan?!"
Hun Tianchen raised his head slightly, looking down at the figure from above.
Now, his soul cultivation is already at the level of half-step emperor.
But under that figure, even his half-step emperor soul felt a little out of breath.
It is just a remnant soul that has been left behind for an unknown number of years, it is so terrifying, it is hard to imagine what kind of realm a real Doudi powerhouse will be.
If the person in front of him is really a fighting emperor, then Hun Tianchen would turn his head and run away without hesitation.
After all, Dou Di is Dou Di, not to mention Dou Di, even Nine Star Dou Sheng can't touch him head-on.
However, this is just a remnant soul!
"Ancestor bless my Spirit Race!" Ling Yidao knelt down and growled respectfully.
"Spiritual Race..."
In the big formation, the old man in coarse linen murmured in a low voice. The passage of time made his few memories more and more at a loss, but fortunately, for the race he created, he There is still memory, that extremely ancient gaze, slowly sweeping below, and finally turned into a muttering sound like talking to himself.
"It has fallen so far..."
Hearing the whisper of the phantom old man, Ling Yidao's face suddenly showed shame. Although it was not as good as it was in ancient times, he did not speak out to defend himself.
The current Spirit Race doesn't even have an authentic Seven Star Fighting Saint.
"Young man, you are..."
The illusory old man didn't talk to anyone from the Spirit Race. He slowly raised his head and looked at Hun Tianchen who was trampling the whole world under his feet. A dazed look flashed in his eyes again. Immediately, he waved his sleeve robe, On the ground, light suddenly emerged, and the blood rain adhering to it and continuously devouring energy was forcibly scattered away.
"Without a complete memory, without a complete soul, he is like a puppet in a daze. A generation of Spirit Emperors has also reached this point."
Hun Tianchen licked his lower lip, showing evil spirits in every move.
"Take your remnant soul, at least as a million complete souls."
In the sky, Hun Tianchen smiled faintly, and there was no awe in his tone, only his palm stretched out, fingers covered with bloody runes, pointing downwards.
"boom!"
Following the point of Hun Tianchen's finger, the world suddenly collapsed, and in the sea of blood, a blood-colored giant finger that almost covered half of the mountain range fell from the sky and pressed fiercely on the big formation. In the past, this piece of heaven and earth space, all burst under that finger.
Seeing the terrifying power of this finger, many people turned pale.
The blood finger fell from the sky, but just as it was about to land on the big formation, the old man in coarse linen finally raised his hand, and a big knife with an area not weaker than the giant finger appeared on the big formation , there are all kinds of strange lines all over the body of the big knife, and it looks like the real thing, an ancient breath, rippling.
"Gathering spirits, cutting the sky."
The phantom old man whispered softly, holding the big knife tightly with both hands, and swung it down violently!
In an instant, the collision of the blood finger and the broadsword produced a loud explosion of anger!
"Pfft!"
Under the terrifying sound of the explosion, some people with weak strength spurted a mouthful of blood on the spot. What's more, their eardrums burst open, and blood continued to flow out from between the ears, which was extremely miserable.
The two collided, the giant fingers scattered, and the big knife became much more illusory, and even the figure of the old man faded a little, obviously consuming a lot of energy.
"How many times can a remnant soul stop me?!"
The blow was fruitless, but Hun Tianchen laughed wildly, and the aura of looking down on the world spread from his body. He pressed the void with his fingers, and the mountain shook suddenly. on top of the array.
And the phantom old man was no weaker than Hun Tianchen, and quickly raised his sword to resist.
"Bang bang bang!"
Accompanied by the shocking sound, several cracks were actually burst open on the big knife.
"All the people of the Spirit Race, pour all the battle energy into the formation!"
Seeing Tianchen, the soul named in the legend as the God of Killing, who is not afraid of even the remnant soul of the ancestor, Ling Yidao's complexion changed drastically again.
He shouted sharply, and immediately the battle energy in his body turned into a bright beam of light, which burst into the formation, and countless beams of light also burst out from other places.
Immediately, the big knife became solid again, and this time, it flew out of the big formation, whistling towards Hun Tianchen in the sky.
"Brother... when will you leave the customs?"
Looking at the battle in the sky, Ling Yidao became more and more anxious.
In this situation, if there is an extra Seven Star Fighting Saint, it will be a lore!
With the fighting power currently displayed by the Soul Clan, they can definitely hold on!
At present, although Hun Tianchen only has the aura of a four-star Dou Sheng on the surface, his strength has already reached the level of a seven-star Dou Sheng!
Such a terrifying cross-border combat capability made Ling Yidao panic.
After reaching the realm above the five-star Dou Sheng, it is as difficult as climbing the sky to fight across the border.
Even if it is the middle stage of the Five Star Fighting Saint, fighting against the late stage of the Five Star Fighting Saint, no matter how talented the former is, it is difficult to defeat the latter, let alone this Hun Tianchen, who actually fights beyond the realm of three stars!
You must know that high-level Dou Sheng is not comparable to the high-level Dou Zun's pediatric realm!
"Brother, come out quickly, or else the entire Spirit Race will be ruined!"
Facing the rushing sword, Hun Tianchen did not fight back, but turned slightly to avoid the sword.
"Hehe, not bad, not bad!" Hun Tianchen smiled, admiring the power of this knife to the illusory old man.
"Although, relying on me alone, it is difficult to shake your big formation, but I have already prepared, let's do it."
In the next second, someone stabbed a big hole in Ling Yidao's chest.
This scene made all the people of the Spirit Race dumbfounded, including the remnant soul of the Spirit Emperor above the formation.
(End of this chapter)