A feeling of dizziness rushed through his mind, making him unable to see.

Swarms of scythes jumped on him, some with their fangs open, others outstretching their scythes.

Purple thunder and black spiritual power lay on the surface of Fang Yan's body, resisting most of the damage.

He struggled to move his feet and walked slowly.

What the hell is going on, he thought to himself.

At this moment, the villain in his mind emitted repeated fluctuations, helping him dispel that dizziness.

It turned out to be a soul attack, Fang Yan was shocked.

Unexpectedly, the Weasel King still had such a means, no wonder over the years, many talents have died on this mountain.

Generally speaking, monks of their realm should have very few people who have access to soul power, which makes them extremely unstoppable by the Weasel King's attacks.

Seeing that Fang Yan was awake, the Weasel King showed an incredulous expression, it didn't expect that there would be someone who was not under its control.

Immediately, it went on the offensive again, and invisible energy fluctuations swept in.

Fang Yan, who had already seen through its methods, would definitely not suffer a second loss.

A steady stream of soul power poured out from the center of his eyebrows, blocking the opponent's soul shockwave.

He raised the bell and walked at great speed, and in a short time he came to the Weasel King.

He swung the bell and smashed it down, but it was missed.

Fang Yan's eyes flashed with a solemn color, this sickle really deserved to be able to blend into the wind, it was almost invisible.

Several of his attacks were dodged by him, and on the contrary, he had a few more scars on his body.

This Weasel King's attack is much stronger than that of other ordinary Scythes, and it also has a soul attack method.

While constantly attacking, it also used soul interference, which made Fang Yan have to maintain the soul cloak outside his body at all times.

After shoehorning a sickle shadow with his arm, Fang Yan retreated directly, and a large hole was cracked in his arm, and the bone was visible deeply.

"Shhh ”

He gasped and withdrew his soul power, which was about to run out.

He used the aura around his body, his hands intersected, and the complex seal method flew up.

The Reiki Bell evolved again, and the bell kept changing shape, and in a moment it became a trumpet-shaped object.

As soon as the Weasel King saw that Fang Yan's soul power was exhausted, he attacked again, and an invisible soul shockwave blasted out from its mouth again.

"Buzz!"

This attack was more intense than before, not only Fang Yan, but even the ostriches were affected, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding.

Fang Yan, who bore the brunt of the attack, was even more tragic, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

His head was buzzing, but instead of dodging, he raised his horn and aimed it at his lips.

"Moo!"

Terrifying soul power burst out of the horn and handed over to the Weasel King's attack.

He chose the most violent means of response, directly squeezing out the last of his soul power, and confronting it head-to-head.

Since you can't touch its body, let it be avoided.

The Weasel King obviously didn't expect this hand, the two soul powers were eroding each other, but it was obvious that Fang Yan's manipulation technique was more sophisticated, and the soul power was more condensed, and the invisible soul power was like a cannonball hitting its brain.

In an instant, it was bleeding and confused.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Yan came directly to him, and the terrifying thunder light converged on his two fingers.

"Whew!"

He pointed directly at the Weasel King's forehead, and a fist-sized blood hole appeared.

The Weasel King had no god in his eyes, and he was dying.

When the scythe group not far away saw that their leader was dead, their eyes showed fear and they fled in all directions.

"Whew, whew. ”

Fang Yan gasped heavily, his face was pale, and there were nearly a hundred wounds on his body.

He came to the corpse of the dead Weasel King, and kept groping, and after a while, a shiny crystal appeared, similar to a spirit stone, and this stone also contained energy.

"Big brother, are you alright?" the ostrich arrived, slightly worried.

Li Jiao'er also came, and hurriedly took out a lot of things from her body.

There are treasure medicines, pills, and a lot of healing items.

There was some guilt in her eyes, if it weren't for the Huangshi Fruit, Fang Yan wouldn't have been so seriously injured.

As if seeing the guilt in her eyes, Fang Yan smiled: "Don't worry, these skin injuries are not a big deal, the main thing is to fight with that Weasel King, and the soul power is exhausted." ”

Immediately, he said: "But with the help of this goblin, you should be able to recover a seven-seven-eighty-eight." ”

The ostrich looked at Fang Yan in shock, feeling incredulous that he could cultivate his soul, but Li Jiao'er was not surprised, Fang Yan's method of cultivating the soul was still obtained from the Li family.

As for the goblin, they were not interested, so it was better to leave it to Fang Yan to heal.

Ordinary demon beasts, as long as they reach the realm of spirit attraction, can give birth to a goblin in their bodies.

Each goblin contains the essence of the power of the demon beast, and it is a treasure for cultivation.

Ordinary goblins only contain spiritual power, and only a small number of them will be born with different properties, similar to this one, giving birth to soul power, or other wonderful things.

"Let's fix it up here first, I don't think those sickles will be found again. Li Jiaoer said loudly.

Fang Yan nodded, and immediately sat cross-legged in place and began to heal.

For the healing medicine provided by Li Jiaoer, he was not pretentious, and applied all of it to the wounds.

As soon as they came into contact, those precious medicines turned into a surge of energy and poured into the wound.

Fang Yan could feel that the wound cut by the sickle was healing tightly, and fresh flesh and blood were growing again; he couldn't help but sigh, this was the background gap, he was alone, he was really alone, he didn't have anything, the only few things were still snatched, he was really more popular than people.

Immediately, he didn't think much about it, and then took out the fairy of the Weasel King, ready to recover his soul power.

His eyebrows glowed, and from the midpoint, a vortex appeared.

The vortex swirled, sucking soul power from the goblins.

Fang Yan's dried source of soul power was like nectar after a long drought, greedily absorbed.

The soul villain in his mind was originally illusory because of the depletion of soul power, but it was also condensing at this time.

In a short time, Fang Yan's soul power was completely replenished.

To his surprise, this goblin still had energy, which made his soul villain a little stronger.

Although it was insignificant, the growth of soul power was extremely difficult, and he was not disappointed.

Although the Weasel King had a strong soul power, it didn't know how to transform its soul power into a powerful means of attack, and it could only use some rough soul sound waves, otherwise in the head-to-head confrontation just now, it would be Fang Yan who would have died.

After half a day, Fang Yan woke up from his healing state.

During this period, he also deliberately lifted Ah Zi out of the Qiankun Belt and took a drop of its essence blood to heal his wounds;

The injuries of the ostrich and Li Jiaoer are not too serious, and Fang Yan should be treated first.

After these battles, Fang Yan also felt that his realm had been more consolidated, he had reached the peak of the early stage of spirit induction, and he was only one step away from the middle stage of spirit induction, and he only needed one opportunity to break through.

And that opportunity is Huangshi fruit.

Immediately, he stopped rubbing, called Li Jiaoer and the two, and continued to march towards the top of the mountain.