Bai Shaosi had already seen Long Yanhua's expression when he looked at Lin Yiyun, of course he knew Lin Yiyun's identity, the descendant of the Southern Regions Martial Saint. Unexpectedly, the girl he met on the road was not only the Miss Long family, but also had an unusual relationship with the descendants of the Martial Saint. Most of the eye contact between the two was based on surprise, but how could the emotions hidden in the surprise be hidden from Bai Shaosi's eyes.

With a deep smile, Bai Shaosi raised his mind of temptation and playing, in his opinion, the two of them were very interesting, I heard that Lin Wusheng's grandson had a fiancée before, so how did Long Yanhua make Lin Yiyun love her? For Lin Wusheng's grandson Lin Yiyun, Bai Shaosi also heard a little, and heard that it was an unapproachable master, but what he saw now was different from the news he heard before.

Bai Shaosi retracted his gaze, looked at the battlefield, and said lightly, "The Southern Regions are going to lose." ”

"What?!" Long Yanhua, who was engrossed in paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, was suddenly stunned and subconsciously asked. Now that the Mighty Martial Saint is fighting against the opponent's Martial Saint one-on-two, his strength is not inferior while facing the Water Mirror Martial Saint and another Martial Saint. And the other martial saint in the Southern Regions, 'Blood Red', and the opponent's main force are also inseparable.

The Martial Saint made a huge move, and at first, even if it was fought in mid-air, it still implicated many soldiers on the ground, and from time to time, people would be buried under the residual strength of the Martial Saint when he squandered his strength. Gradually, the underneath of the Martial Saint War became a no-man's vacum, only blood and corpses were left all over the ground, no one wanted to die for no reason, and the generals on the battlefield would rather die in battle.

Although there are constantly new battle spirits in the air, although the situation between the two sides is inseparable, whether it is the battle of the martial saints in the air or the battle of the soldiers and generals on the ground, it is impossible to see the trend of which side of the two sides can win, how did Bai Shaosi see it?

For a while, Long Yanhua only thought of one possibility, and the other party opened his mouth. She didn't think so, and her eyes refocused on the figure of her grandfather Long Haotian on the battlefield.

Long Haotian was dressed in dark golden armor and held a heavy sword, with the strength of his great grandmaster, he casually raised his hand on the battlefield like chopping melons and vegetables, and dozens of enemy troops were buried under the sword. But gradually, the opponent's masters finally collided together, and the person opposite Long Haotian was also armored, majestic, and his strength was almost equal to it. The weapons kept colliding and sparks, and for a few breaths, the two sides were evenly matched.

There are many grandmasters and great grandmasters among the powerhouses in the Southern Regions, but not long ago, many great grandmasters were injured by the sneak attack of the Water Mirror Martial Saint, so most of these masters could not go to the battlefield, but on the other hand, the Western Regions were different, and there were obviously more masters such as grandmasters and great grandmasters than in the Southern Regions.

"That's not good. Long Yanhua said lightly, raising his palm without anyone noticing, a cloud of white light floated in his hand, and the purple in the white light became brighter and brighter. The war spirits stored inside the soul stone have not yet reached the limit, but it is imperative that these war spirits are enough for the time being. A few handprints were made on the white light, and the white light quickly turned into a little bit and flew back to the tent where the soul stones were placed. It was the only thing she could do.

At the same time, in Long Xiaochen's tent, a gray stone the size of a basin was quietly placed on the low table. A soft glow emanated from the surface of the stone, as if something was going on. The war spirit, which is invisible to the naked eye, is continuously sucked into the soul stone, trapped in the soul stone, and the bird bear is ordered by his master to guard the soul stone, and his small body is straight and meticulous.

A cloud of white light flew from outside, feeling the breath of its own master in the white light, the bird and bear did not stop it, let the white light fly into the soul stone, and in an instant, it seemed to hear the roaring sound of many people, as if it was in the ear.

At the same time, the pot exploded within the soul stone, and the millions of war spirits clearly felt the benefits that the energy could bring to them, and began to compete with each other, a lucky war spirit swallowed the white energy in one bite, but before it could fuse the energy, it was devoured by other war spirits that raged up in the blink of an eye. The energy is also distributed to the bodies of other war spirits through the identity of one war spirit.

A battle called Energy Scramble broke out between millions of war souls, devouring, devouring, fuse, and fuse, and the power of the devoured war soul was occupied by other war souls, and each devouring, each fight made the soul stones trapped in the soul stone less and less, 500,000, 200,000, 100,000, 50,000, 30,000, 10,000...... In a moment's time, there were less than a hundred war spirits left in the soul stone, and the ghost qi on each war soul was thousands of times stronger than before, and the war spirit had evolved from the previous invisible, with a faint gray aura on its body and red eyes.

The devouring continued, and the war spirits who had tasted the sweetness knew that they could get huge benefits from devouring each other, and the devouring of a hundred war spirits became more and more difficult and intense. A quarter of an hour later, there were only a few battle spirits left in the soul stones, each of which was powerful, and its body was shrouded in black light. But that's not the end of it. The soul stone emitted a black glow, separating the battle spirits inside, but at this time, there were only four of the several war spirits left, and the almost physical war spirits were coated with a layer of black metal-like soft armor, and their faces were shrouded in black mist, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Master!"

Four voices sounded from the soul stone, and entered the ears of Long Yanhua, who was watching the battle on the edge of the battlefield, but she sighed unhappily, raised her hand and pointed to the battlefield! The four powerful battle spirits in the soul stone appeared from the void in the next second and came to the battlefield. Four black shadows, killing in the direction of the masters of the Western Regions!

The method of cultivating a powerful war soul with a soul is cruel, and everything that erases a million war souls is finally only a few of the strongest war souls for the caster to send, and at first the cloud of energy that flew into the soul stone has made a contract, and in the end, even if the remaining war souls are strong, they are just ghost slaves of the spellcaster. The four ghost slaves whose strength was not weaker than the grandmaster were erratic and behaved strangely, and in the blink of an eye in the sight of everyone, a grandmaster from the Western Regions fell in a pool of blood. The killing speed is beyond imagination.

Sometimes, even if you encounter a great grandmaster, you have the power to fight. The appearance of the ghost slave brought only shock to the battlefield, and a moment of respite for the masters of the Southern Regions.

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In the rear barracks, a big tent of the generals gathered, Long Xiaochen is now gathering in the big tent to discuss countermeasures with the generals, in the end he is still young, even if he is talented, he is not believed by everyone, and he entrusts the matter to him. On the battlefield, the battle is in full swing, and the enemy has more masters than ours. The messenger brought the news, and in an instant, the generals frowned.

"It's not good. Long Xiaochen lowered his head and pondered in thought that the injured Great Grandmasters could not participate in the battle, this was the only place where the Southern Regions Alliance Army lost to the enemy.

"We still have some hidden powerhouses in the Southern Regions, and if they knew that the front line was tight, they might come to help. ”

"But the news of the crisis on the front line cannot be spread, because that will only cause panic among the people of all countries. This proposal was immediately rejected by the other conspirators, and for a while, the atmosphere was deadlocked. Four black-clothed powerhouses suddenly appeared on the battlefield to help the Southern Regions kill the strong men of the Western Regions. Now he has successfully killed eight Grandmasters of the Western Regions and two Grand Grandmasters. "Hearing the news, someone gasped and exclaimed. How powerful is this inexplicable master? Can he consume the opponent's combat power in such a short period of time? But at the same time, they are also guessing who the master who suddenly helped the Southern Regions is, whether it is friend or foe.

"Keep watching, report if there's anything new!"

"Yes!"

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With the cooperation of the four ghost slaves, many masters died on the ghost claws, the soul of the strong is naturally a good thing, and the soul is torn apart by the ghost slave at the moment when the soul leaves the body, as the more masters they destroy, the strength of the ghost slave becomes stronger and stronger, and after a while, they are no longer satisfied with dealing with the masters of the grandmaster level, but to attack the great grandmasters.

"Gather your strength! Block those four!" The 'big move' of the four ghost slaves has already attracted the attention of the opposing Martial Saints, although they can't use their hands to deal with them, but they can order people weaker than themselves to block them.

For a while, the four Great Grandmasters and the ten Grandmasters surrounded the four ghost slaves and surrounded them. It is bound to remove them with overwhelming force. But the ghost slave is not a real human after all, it was originally a creature without a substance, and now it seems to have an entity, but in fact it is just a strong ghost qi condensed, as a grandmaster's long sword smoothly pierced into the body of a ghost slave, the black claws stretched out, stuck the opponent's neck, and twisted fiercely, 'Click~~' Die!

Caught off guard for a while, three of these grandmasters and great grandmasters died in an instant, and the rest of the masters were even more vigilant when they saw this, so as not to follow in their footsteps.

"Cheng Lao, what should I do, these ...... These things don't seem to be easy to deal with!" After the temptation of giving their lives, they can also see the characteristics of ghost slaves, different from invulnerability, their bodies can be slashed, but they can't be harmed as if they are in the void, which is definitely a manifestation of common sense, but it is real in front of everyone's eyes.

The middle-aged man who was called Cheng Lao had a fierce gaze, "Kill!" I don't believe that they really can't be killed, they must have used some means to make us have an illusion and avoid the attack. ”

The ghost slave is too unbelievable to say, so 'Cheng Lao' only thought of this possibility. It's just that his speculation will only cost people their lives again.

"Yes!" several Grandmasters rushed down with the Great Grandmaster's subtle attacks. The ghost slaves looked at the humans who came up and stuck out their tongues greedily, and the 'prey' in front of them seemed to be so delicious......