The spiritual consciousness guarded the spiritual platform, and a phantom shadow of the ink appeared in the sea of Mingmo's consciousness, and it was fighting with the red transparent figure at this time.

"Boy, how is this possible? with your cultivation in the Source Control Realm, how can you have such a strong soul power. Although the soul power of the deity has become weak after tens of thousands of years, the deity is a cultivator of the Transformation Realm after all, how can you resist the deity's attack. ”

In Ming Mo's mind, the blood-red figure set off a blood-colored wave, and then roared, with a look of disbelief. If you look closely, you can see that this is a middle-aged figure, dressed in a red robe, which is densely decorated with flame patterns, which looks noble and abnormal.

"Who told you that I was just a cultivator of the Source Control Realm, as for why my soul power is so strong, it's not for you to know. ”

The corners of the shrunken Ling Mo's mouth in the sea of knowledge hooked up a wicked smile, he was originally a cultivator of the Spirit Gathering Realm, and the strength equivalent to the peak of the Condensation Source Realm made his soul strength not weak, and the cultivation of the Spirit Evolution Technique not only refined the body, but also refined the soul, and the soul nourished by the spiritual energy was much stronger than that of the same level of source cultivators.

With a cold snort, Ming Mo's soul power turned into a sword and slashed towards the blood-colored figure.

"Hmph, boy, you are too arrogant, even if the soul power of the deity has dissipated a lot after ten thousand years, it is not something that an ant like you can shake. ”

A fiery red wheel of light appeared in front of him, flashing with ancient lines, and the sword light emitted by the ink slashed on the wheel of light with only a trace of ripples.

"With the strength of the ninth order of your Source Control Realm, you can actually break through the defense of the blood bead where the deity lives, and now you have such a strong soul power, the deity is very interested in you, let me take a look at your memories now, kid. ”

The red-robed middle-aged man's fingers were a little empty, and the ancient lines on the red light wheel suddenly shone brightly, and the red light wheel rotated to the top of Ming Mo's head, and a blood-colored pillar of light enveloped Ming Mo's body.

A punch blasted out, setting off a spiritual storm in the sea of knowledge, and Ming Mo wanted to blow up the red light wheel above his head, but the light wheel did not move at all, a strange force was suppressing Ming Mo's soul power, eroding his consciousness.

However, the sea of Ming Mo was protected by a spiritual power, blocking the power of the red light wheel. But since he wanted to look at his own memory, Minmo didn't intend to stop it. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked into a smile, and Ming Mo pretended that he couldn't resist the invasion of the red light wheel, and let go of a trace of defense. And Ming Mo's experience also appeared in front of the eyes of the middle-aged man in the red robe.

In the sky above a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, the sky is as red as if it is burning, the blood-colored lightning is constantly flickering and spreading like a spiritual snake, and an incomparably powerful coercion permeates the entire mountain range, as if even the entire continent can feel this powerful coercion, as if it is irresistible as coercing heaven and earth.

The sky seemed to be burning, a huge red fireball flashing with lightning fell from the sky, a young man was holding an old man and cried bitterly, but the old man seemed to be standing majestically in this huge coercion of the pine, looking up at the sky, the old man's face showed a touch of unwillingness, and then looked down at the young man beside him, revealing a pleased smile, the young man's eyes darkened, and then the scene in front of him came to an abrupt end.

"You...... You went through that kind of thing, what was that? How could you have survived that situation?"

The red-robed middle-aged man looked at Ming Mo in front of him with a frightened expression and asked loudly, his face was a little pale. It's hard to believe that a teenager could have that kind of experience.

Even when he looked at that kind of scene, he could feel that kind of world-destroying coercion and incomparable power, which was not at all something that humans could do, that kind of coercion and catastrophic scene, even if he looked at it, his heart trembled, and he didn't understand how this teenager survived in that situation.