Choosing a wide riverbank, Wuyou waved his hand to release all the monks, and glanced at the panicked crowd, a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, everyone, I have brought you here today because I need your help. After this is done, I will naturally send you back, and it will not hurt you too much. ”

These monks have different cultivations, but all of them are under the golden pill. After all, Wu You's manipulation of the book of life and death can only reach the second page, and no matter how high the cultivation is, she can no longer explore the difference in his soul.

Most of these monks are self-aware, and they know that in front of Maiyo, they are not qualified to run away at all. So after being released, these people stood quietly, waiting for the choice of fate. Of course, there are also some irascible people who are unwilling to be manipulated like this, and after appearing, they show their bodies and flee quickly in all directions.

But their speed cultivation, in front of Wuyou, how can they have the qualifications to escape. With a wave of his hand, a huge net appeared in Wuyou's hand and swept towards the surroundings in an instant. Touched by this great web, the fleeing monks were like moths in a spider's web, unable to move a single bit.

In the blink of an eye, the fugitive monks were brought back one by one and gathered in the open space in front of Wuyou. Wuyou didn't hurt them, but they all fell into a coma under the shroud of their strong coercion, and there was no possibility of escaping again for a short time.

Among the cultivators, there are also calm and calm people, who glanced at the unconscious crowd and bowed to the dance: "The immortal commands, I dare not refuse, I don't know what is the matter with the immortal, do you need the help of our small cultivators?" ”

"It's simple, I'm going to take your souls." Maiyo smiled faintly.

"Souls?" The faces of the people changed greatly, and the sense of panic became more and more intense. Although their cultivation is not high, one thing is very clear, the soul is the root of all spirits, and neither monks nor demon spirits can lose or damage them.

However, with the experience of the past, no one dared to run away this time, only despair gradually appeared in their eyes.

Maiyo glanced at it. He spoke again: "Yes, it is to borrow your souls. But don't worry, I promise it won't hurt you too much, at best you'll be sluggish for a while. ”

Words to Maiyu. The hearts of the people were only one or two points of faith. But the strength of the dance made everyone desperate, so that no one raised any objections. They bowed their heads and waited for the next result, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Wuyou felt a little unbearable in his heart. But there is no other way. At this time, it must be made clear that if there is a struggle during the withdrawal of souls, it will be more harmful to these monks. It's better to make them despair and completely lose the idea of resisting, but it's easier.

Everything was ready, and Maiyu glanced up at the sky. Seeing that the daylight had gradually faded, he took out the book of life and death again and counted the dots on it. The Book of Life and Death then shook, sending out a gray ripple, enveloping the nearly 100 monks in an instant.

Touched by this gray ripple. The bodies of all people seemed to be in purgatory in an instant, and there were bursts of torn pain. Those who are not mentally strong, at this time, have already spoken out, curled up on the ground and kept rolling. Only some ruthless cultivators are still struggling to endure, but in the eyes of Wu You, there is a little more resentment.

All this, Wuyou saw it all, but he didn't care too much. After all, before she did it, she had already imagined that this would be the result.

I sighed in my heart. Instead of stopping, Wu You cultivated to operate, driving the book of life and death to add a few more strengths. The tearing power increased again, and the souls of all cultivators appeared to peel off. The wails were already everywhere. Those with slightly weaker physiques are even more directly unconscious, but their eyebrows are tightly wrinkled, obviously in the coma, they still can't get rid of this extreme pain.

This process lasted for only a stick of incense. But in the feeling of the cultivators, it seems as if they have gone through centuries. It wasn't until a large cloud of white mist emerged from within their bodies that it barely came to an end.

The mist seeped out, then coalesced into a clump and transformed into its own form. It's just that compared to the main body, these figures are much shorter, and there is a faint image of drifting.

These figures are the souls of all cultivators, and they were forcibly pulled out of the body by the power of the Book of Life and Death. Their own cultivation is average, and the power of this soul is even weaker, and it is difficult to resist the power of this yang world after it appears, so it appears to decompose and drift away. And its body, after losing its soul, quickly dissipated its breath, and there was a faint appearance of qi despair.

Wuyou has been prepared for a long time, so naturally he will not let his body die, otherwise even if his soul has some cultivation, it will be difficult to return to the body and resurrect. At the moment when the souls of the cultivators left the body, Wuyou pinched the trick with one hand and connected the dots, exuding the power of Taoist cultivation. The power of these cultivation actions instantly poured into the bodies of all cultivators, quickly solidifying their residual aura.

In this way, the body of the cultivators can be kept immortal for a short time, leaving enough time for Wuyou's next actions. With a wave of his hand, Wuyou temporarily put away the body of all cultivators, and then sent out the power of cultivation, flashing from the soul of all cultivators.

The moment he was touched by the power of Wuyou's cultivation, the souls of all cultivators suddenly lit up, exuding a strange aura of Taoism. This aura can be detected by extraordinary people, even if other golden immortals come here, it is difficult to detect the specifics. Only when Wuyou has the book of life and death in his hand, can he clearly feel the breath.

At the moment when the breath dissipated, on a small stream tens of thousands of miles away, a boatman who was holding a boat suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing.

"This is the breath of the yang spirit, and it is the kind of strong spirit that has just died and the yang energy is still there. Judging from this breath, these yang spirits are different, but they are some special existences, which are just what this seat needs. It's just that there are nearly 100 yang spirits at this time, this matter is a little weird, could it be said that someone designed it, and it can't lead this seat to it!

But it's nothing, in this mortal world, there are no powerful people at all, how can you help me with a mere casual cultivation. I'm going to see who has the guts to take the initiative to provoke my soul! ”

In the midst of a deep groan, the soul stood up and lightly touched the boat with one foot. The boat shook and disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already hundreds of miles away. It only took a quarter of an hour for the boat to reach the place where the dancer was.

The boat stopped flickering, slowly docked on the shore, and the figure of the crossing soul flashed, and it was already on the shore, standing in front of the souls. Sniffing a few times in the air, a look of satisfaction appeared on the face of the soul, and with a wave of one hand, he wanted to collect all these souls.

As for Maiyo, who was standing on one side, he didn't care in the slightest. In his opinion, even if Wuyou's cultivation is not low, after all, it is the cultivation of the Yang World, and he cannot pose a threat to himself at all. (To be continued.) )