"This white spell can only be seen at a glance, and its power is general. ”

Zuo Shixiu stood under the stage and once again made a mocking judgment on Meng Fan's Blood Dome Technique.

If Meng Fan dared to use the white sky to deal with him, he would take the initiative to break into the white sky and kill Meng Fan with a soul knife like the old man Weng!

However, he didn't expect that Meng Fan didn't take the Blood Dome Technique seriously at all this time, he was just making a show, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, so that he could absorb everyone's yang spirit.

The dozen or so people who finally came to the stage, as soon as they entered the white sky, were killed by Meng Fan without summoning any helpers, Meng Fan glanced around at the challengers who had fainted on the stage, and grinned: "I really look like a big devil now, the name of the little evil palace master is not in vain, now, it should be ...... Ahem!"

Meng Fan sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and pinched out a mysterious trick seal, and energy ripples spread out from his body, and then the ripples quickly rotated, forming a vortex centered on him, and a powerful suction force appeared!

The person who was unconscious on the stage was pulled by the suction, his body trembled violently, his soul was unstable in an instant, and his yang spirit came out of his body one after another, pouring into Meng Fan's body in the whirlpool, making Meng Fan's body diffuse a pale yellow halo!

This made Meng Fan's clothes bulge, as if he was filled with air, his body kept shaking, his teeth were also clattering, and there was thunder in the depths of his soul, and he was suffering from severe pain!

His three souls and seven spirits are undergoing a drastic change!

If he succeeds, he will cultivate a positive yang soul, the soul is as bright as the noon sun, and the ghosts and gods should not be approached!

"If it weren't for the soul being tempered and strengthened again and again, absorbing so many yang spirits in a short period of time, it would definitely burst the soul!"

Meng Fan muttered to himself in his heart, his hands kept changing, so fast that it was dazzling, and as the absorption of yang spirit increased, the halo on his body became brighter and brighter, like a divine mansion!

"This spell is also aimed at the soul of man?"

Zuo Shidao, who was standing under the stage, suddenly felt uncomfortable, frowned, and looked at the white sky shrouded in the martial arts stage, but he couldn't see any clues, he didn't expect that Meng Fan was cultivating the Zhengyang Soul Technique inside.

"Why is it so long this time?"

"Is the main force of the little deputy palace exhausted?"

"Or is it that the few people who just came to power, someone has hidden their cultivation, so that the little deputy palace master can't deal with it?"

At this time, standing under the stage, although there were still some monks from outside the city, most of them were Qingqiu City's own family, and seeing that Meng Fan had not appeared for a long time, he couldn't help but worry, afraid that Meng Fan would fall short.

If they lose, they will feel very uncomfortable and their faces will be damaged.

"What is this kid doing in there?"

Qian Deng quietly turned around his immortal cultivation, frowning and looking at the white sky, but it was both real and illusory, he couldn't see it really, he only felt that the soul power was constantly spreading, as if there was a soul fighting method going on inside.

The strategist Zhao Zhongxiu is not high, only about seven, or the kind of seven that is injected with the most water, but he does not rely on combat power to eat, but relies on his mouth and brain, Qiandeng can't see through, he can't see through it, he can't see through it, I hope Meng Fan will die, and I also hope that Meng Fan can leave a residual name and let him play slowly.

In addition to that, he was worried about one thing.

Why hasn't the henchmen he sent out to kill the storyteller come back yet?

It's almost time!

Could it be that you missed?

Only Zhang Wuling and Fennel didn't care about the stage, and secretly paid attention to Zuo Shidao, who was standing under the stage.

It's not the last battle!

"Whew!"

After a while, Meng Fan exhaled a long breath in the white sky, the swollen robe was already stained with sweat, clinging to his body, his face was pale, revealing a thick exhaustion, but when he opened his eyes, a sharp golden light as a knife suddenly flashed, like the scorching sun rushing out of the clouds, making it impossible to look directly!

And those who were unconscious on the stage were as if carved out of a mold, their breath was dying, their souls were weak, and their lips were pale, as if they were suffering from a serious illness.

All the spirits are gone.

They can only recuperate for a long time, in order to slowly breed new spirit, people with weak physique need longer, but fortunately, the people who come to power are cut to the sky, and their lives are worry-free.

"Zhengyang Soul Knife, out!"

After Meng Fan sucked his soul, he tried to sacrifice the Zhengyang Soul Knife for the first time, and with his low shout, on his outstretched palm, a long knife with golden light suddenly appeared, filled with a domineering aura that pierced the soul, and even he himself was a little difficult to resist, blinked his eyes in surprise, and praised: "It's amazing!"

This is still the power he deliberately suppressed the power of the Zhengyang Soul Knife.

If you do your best, the aura that spreads from the blade will definitely penetrate the white sky and shock everyone in the audience!

"Hmm, what's the situation?"

But then he found an anomaly on the soul knife, although the blade was sharp, but the blade had a dim spot the size of a child's palm, and it looked like a blacksmith had not forged a peerless divine weapon well, leaving a flaw.

"Is it because the yang spirit absorbed is still not enough?"

Meng Fan approached the soul knife and took a look, his face was filled with a burning and stinging sensation, and he hurriedly moved his face away, he guessed correctly, although he absorbed about five hundred people's yang spirits, in fact, it was not much, you must know that Zuo Shidao cultivated the Zhengyang soul knife for a full five years, during which he continued to wander around the cultivation world to absorb the soul, and even went to the secular world for a while, the absorbed yang spirit was not even clear to himself, and it was only in the last few days that it could be refined, but the light of his soul knife still showed a dull orange color, which was much colder than Meng Fan's golden light!

If Meng Fan's soul knife is an extraordinary divine weapon.

All he left was a worthless kitchen knife.

There is a fundamental difference between the two.

Why did Meng Fan not absorb much yang spirit, but the quality of the soul knife was so noble?

In fact, he has experienced all kinds of opportunities before, none of which are extraordinary, the soul has long been transformed again and again, and before absorbing the yang spirit, he can condense a small soul knife in a short time, which is something that Zuo Shidao can't do.

"It's not perfect, it's uncomfortable!" Meng Fan, who pursued perfection in his heart, couldn't help but look at the flaw in the soul knife, and finally simply dispersed the soul knife, scratched his head, and muttered, "I don't know if there are any challenges outside, if I knew better, I would have performed the Blood Dome Technique later......"

Meng Fan stood up very dissatisfied, turned the fire attribute true qi to dry his sweaty clothes, raised his hand to disperse the Blood Dome Technique, looked at the sparse crowd of foreign monks in the audience, and asked, "Is there anyone else challenging me?"

To give hope, he added: "I ...... now Belch...... It's already the end of the crossbow, and it will fall as soon as it hits. ”

Zuo Shidao, who couldn't wait for a long time, put on an indifferent strongman demeanor, turned his sleeves upside down, floated onto the stage, hooked his fingers indifferently towards Meng Fan, and said in an extremely contemptuous tone: "Come ......"

PS: The third is later, I still recommend everyone to watch it in the morning, I'm going to get something to eat, and I only went to bed this morning, haha.

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