Time passes, and hours pass in the blink of an eye.

With the continuous killing and plundering of the beast soul power, Jingqing's power is also constantly recovering, but the beast soul in the sea of blood is not endless.

After killing the last foundation beast soul, Jing Qing's soul power was only restored to about ninety percent, and there was still a gap from the peak state.

In such a state, against the powerful Dragon King, the chance of winning is too small.

"It's a real headache."

The sword in his hand has returned to the appearance of slashing, Jing Qing rubbed his hair, and Edgeworth rushed into the depths of the waves again.

But this time, it's a dive.

After diving for ten miles, a large amount of thunder suddenly appeared in the blood-colored water, which repelled the approach of other substances.

Jing Qing was very proficient, along the easiest path, the speed did not decrease, and after a while, a huge round shadow appeared in front of him.

This is Thunder Soul.

At the beginning, on the day when Jingqing encountered a plane crash, thousands of souls combined with the thunder to form a strange ghost.

Although it seems that humans and animals are harmless, and there are no special abilities, but the combination of hundreds of millions of thunders, this description alone is enough to make ordinary people frightened and powerless to compete.

Even though Jing Qing would absorb the power of the Thunder Soul every other day to help cultivate.

But to this day, he still hasn't been able to absorb even one millionth of the thunder soul.

"It's dangerous, but it's the only way out of it."

"As long as I can absorb the soul power of this thunder soul, I will definitely be able to recover to my peak, and even go further, and have a soul power that exceeds that of ordinary people by a hundred times."

Without saying a word, he flew up, Jing Qing came to the top of the thunder soul, and the sword that his mind turned into a void sword floated in front of him.

"Nan Ming leaves the fire sword."

Raising the sword and slashing, the mind turned into flames, causing the sword qi to slash suddenly.

"Khooth!"

With a heavy slash, the blade of the sword broke through the dancing thunder and hit the body of the thunder soul, and the divine sword that was enough to split the iron mountain was bounced away after just a false shake.

"Go on."

Not discouraged at all, Jing Qing never thought that he could easily kill the Thunder Soul.

The sword light was like a tide, slashing downwards without interruption, and the huge power lurking in the rolling sphere also spontaneously reflected, rebounding the sword blade entity.

With the continuous oppression of the sword qi, a terrifying thunderbolt suddenly shot out from the thunder soul.

Syllable!

couldn't dodge, Jing Qing's body shook violently, and sweat rained down.

It is worthy of the convergence of heavenly power, even if it is just such a little lightning, it is enough to paralyze a Jindan monk and lose his ability to move.

However, Jing Qing in the sea of blood is not an entity, but a convergence of thoughts and spiritual sense.

Unless he is directly hit to the vital point, or his will is broken, no matter how serious the injury is, it will not stop him.

The arm was still steady, and another sword was swung.

With a sound of "Qiang", a slight white mark appeared on the body of the thunder soul, which greatly lifted Jingqing's spirits.

Slightly regain your breath, slash the void sword and slash again.

This time, the precision was unmistakable, and the sword intent that was stimulated to the extreme expanded the white mark by a few points.

Sword after sword, so unrelenting, finally, at the time of the twenty-third sword, the blade finally cut a trace of the skin of the thunder soul, and a little purple-yellow smoke leaked out of the wound.

The smoke fluttered and lingered, touching the sword that had been transformed by the sword intent, and immediately turned into substantial soul power, melted into it, and used it as a bridge to invade Jingqing's body.

"It's such a pure and huge soul power, what's the matter, I didn't kill the thunder soul?"

Jing Qing was stunned, and in the next moment, a huge amount of purple and yellow thunder and lightning separated from his soul power, impacting his mind and spiritual sense.

Such a powerful thunder and lightning power should have crushed all his thoughts in an instant and smashed them into nothingness, but in the dark, there was a mysterious and familiar power guarding his consciousness.

"It seems to be the supernatural power of the left eye."

The body trembled, gradually becoming charred and numb, but it maintained a trace of vitality.

The purple and yellow electric light of the Dao Dao wrapped around the body, and the right arm holding the sword was surging with wisps of mist, providing a steady stream of soul power to hide the divine thunder.

Boom boom boom~

Countless thunderbolts exploded in his consciousness, and at this moment, Jing Qing suddenly felt that a white light lit up above his right arm.

It was as if something was moving in the body of the mind.

The white light bloomed, more and more prosperous, blazing white and dazzling, but it was like a black hole, devouring the surrounding fog, forming dozens of mysterious words containing infinite mysteries.

Masculine Divine Text.

The divine text that has been lurking all this time is probably dissatisfied with being harassed by the demon dragon dragon pattern, and being invaded by thunder light, revealing its hideous power.

The divine text originating from heaven and earth is naturally not comparable to the soul thoughts of a foundation building monk, just for a moment, like a greedy beast, sweeping away all the mist.

Then, extremely dissatisfied, he drove Jing Qing's body and rushed towards the thunder soul.

As soon as his right arm was extended, the terrifying divine text vortex condensed and gathered, and along the wound, it was inserted into the body of the thunder soul.

"Smack!"

Jing Qing slashed a hundred times, barely breaking a trace of the strange texture, and suddenly, it seemed to have turned into tofu slag, and it was simply torn in half by the flesh.

Bang! The thunder soul wriggled violently, bursting violently, and the air currents were concurrent.

Then, incomparably exaggerated, countless mist, wrapped in some mysterious particle crystals, erupted out, drowning Jingqing.

Hundreds of millions of thunderbolts broke through the sea of blood and set off monstrous waves.

Below the sea, the space seemed to be torn apart, a deep crack slowly formed, but in an instant, it was slapped and smoothed by an invisible hand.

And at this time, Jing Qing's thoughts, not surprisingly, were rejected by the abnormal blood sea space.

Bang~

Ten crackling sounds came from all over the body, and more than twenty mountain shadows above their heads were also distorted and deformed like smoke, until they lost their charm.

The great power that originates from the space of the sea of blood destroys the withering and decaying, destroying all the external forces exerted on the body.

The consciousness in the space of the sea of blood and the consciousness of the suppressed outside world also collided together at the same time.

The two ideas of the same origin merge in an instant, and at the same time of transformation, they also give birth to infinite changes.

Emptiness, emptiness, illusion, reality~

The spiritual consciousness seemed to have become illusory, no longer existing, but after a while, it returned to its substance, as agile as a dragon, meandering, just like the nine curves and eighteen bends, boundless.

However, Jingqing has no time to think about the changes in his body.

Although only a glimpse.

But at the moment when he was completely excluded from the Bloody Sea space, he did see something strange from that gap.

It was a stone statue that reached through the heavens and the earth, and sat in the midst of chaos.

The stone statue was entangled with countless chains, the tips of these chains cruelly pierced into the vital points around its body, and some unknown liquid with golden light continued to flow out of the wound.

Underneath the stone statue is a boxy white altar with star-like lines.

In the bright starlight, is the source of the chain.

"What is this?"

Racking his brains and recalling the scene in his mind, Jing Qing suddenly found that he couldn't remember the face of the stone statue no matter what.

I only remember that he opened his eyes, revealing a blood-colored right eye.

was shocked, as if he remembered something, but Jingqing's nerves seemed to have suddenly broken and fell into a real coma.

A large but mutilated thought, like a random tear from cotton wool, followed his left eye and entered his body.

The dragon's left arm emitted a deep black light.