The souls are just pleading helplessly and helplessly!

They couldn't find a way out at all, and they had already merged into the white sand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Falling Moon simply threw this sand into the glacial lake in batches!

It's a huge project!

But it worked, and the broken souls in the sand that had been moved into it no longer called, no longer crying for help but floating on the ice lake.

Therefore, the falling moon discovered that the ice lake has another important role under the development of Shuilang, that is, the sea is inclusive of all rivers and does not overflow!

It can hold an infinite amount of things.

With so much sand thrown in, the water is still the same, and there is not a trace of it.

When all the sand was thrown in, the water level did not rise, and all that floated on the surface of the water were mutilated souls.

Shui Lang carefully took care of the Qianqing Lotus and the pearl treasures in the ice lake, for fear that these souls would destroy the heavens.

The souls were white, piece by piece, layer by layer, swaying, looking into the distance, like a thick mist floating above the surface of the lake.

The broken souls and stumps are looking for each other, converging, merging, and the scene is huge, like a grand smoke cloud show.

In the end, it was aggregated into countless complete souls, although complete, but they were patchwork, and there was no original arm or stock price to be found. It can only be justified, at least in the form of a human figure.

They float again above the glacial lake, which is much more pleasing to the eye.

I didn't think about the Thousand Pure Lotus or the pearl treasures, and those things, as souls, were no longer blessed.

"Thank you for giving us freedom. We are the spirit of war. For thousands of years, Epi has been collected by various means and locked in her white sand, which invades our bodies, and our fighting nature is fused with the white sand and controlled by it. It was forced to be used by her. A war spirit said.

"It turns out that we have been fighting with the war spirit for the past few days, thank you for making me improve." Falling Moon said.

"Your endurance is very strong, although we can't speak, we can't control the battle, but we know your strength, most of the people who were imprisoned by Epi died here, and in the end some became new war spirits, and some disappeared, but you gave us freedom, so that our limbs are not mutilated, and can be reunited into a complete one." The War Spirit continued, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Souls are really different from people, although they have not found their own limbs, but between these words, other people's limbs and their own have also merged, and they are also complete, and there is no longer a patchwork of strange things.

The speed is amazing.

"Being imprisoned in the white sands, forced to die, I know, is indescribable pain." Falling Moon said.

"Exactly. We don't expect many people in the world to understand, but now that we have regained our freedom, we expect it, but we don't expect it. The spirit of war said.

This team has always been calm, ruthless, accurate, and steady.

Falling Moon has already seen the power of the war spirit.

Even when they are about to be free, no one is dancing or excited, they just calmly face what is about to happen and what has already happened, no matter where they are.

This White Sands Purgatory is the slaughterhouse of Ibi.

"Look, sand!" Zi Nian pointed to the ice lake.

Below, the sand that has lost its fighting spirit does not stop, but is constantly stirring, surging up layers of waves, as if they are about to overturn this place!

If you want to harm my ice lake, your time of death has come!

The ice lake purified the sand and purified the souls, and the breath and purity of these souls were improved, and the combat effectiveness was also greatly improved, which was also unexpected by the war spirits.