Chapter Seventy-Three: Luck

The spiritual world was collapsing, emitting a rotten aura, Lin Fan's eyes were blooming, and he didn't have any waves in his heart when pain hit his consciousness.

With the help of the recovery ability of the fifth soul body, he began to disassemble his head, and did not explode it simply and rudely like the previous times.

The head may not be the most important place, but it must be the most mysterious place, containing the soul of the gods.

How powerful the current technology is, even interstellar travel can be completed, but there is nothing to be done in the face of the brain, and it cannot be explored.

When the head was disintegrated halfway, the sixth soul body surged out of golden light, like a divine dragon, taking over the vibrant green in the roar, and continued to help Lin Fan recover.

"It worked!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, without the threat of annihilation, the divine light became stronger and stronger, making him like a little sun, and the brilliance even penetrated the blood-black light curtain.

The law is more perfect, forming colorful lines, looming on the skin, and the runes are forming, bringing more and more powerful power.

This is a great feat, if Lin Fan announces it and lets people explore and learn from it, he may be able to create a new method that surpasses his method.

The sixth soul was successfully fused, and the light of the gods enveloped the whole body, dazzling and dazzling, and it was impossible to see the true face, and it was blocked by a breath of qi.

The colorful patterns were perfectly tattooed on the body, Lin Fan threw a punch, the divine light condensed, and with a boom, the light curtain actually came out and shook.

This is not the end, the spiritual power is released, injected into the blood god needle, and gently slashes towards the light curtain, and a light blade flies out, cutting open the light curtain.

It's too powerful! This kind of power shouldn't be the power of this realm at all.

This is the benefit of creating the Fa, which allows the creator to exert 200 percent of the power of the Fa, and it is also a kind of favor of heaven and earth for the creator of the Fa.

"Fa creation is good, are you ready?"

The last soul body suddenly stood up, the black light was shining, and he walked slowly towards Lin Fan, and a voice came out of his mouth.

The pupils were dilating, and then they instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead, Lin Fan's face was covered with disbelief, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet and ran through his body.

"How can you speak? Your mental power? No, who are you?"

He shouted, staring at the black soul body, the divine light flashing in the palm of his hand, and he could send out a thunderous blow at any time.

......

"The seventh and last time, if we don't succeed, we have no choice but to retreat. ”

Han Qing clapped his hands, glanced at Xu Wei and his group again, who were trying their best to block the blood dragon, and said.

Qingyu and the six stood up silently, they had failed six times, the pressure appeared when they failed, and now they were even more overwhelmed.

Some people's confidence was even hit, and some gave up on themselves, losing hope for the seventh time, believing that they would definitely fail again.

They moved, and the many failures were not without effect, the maneuver and footwork were synchronized in an instant, and each of them released a small magnetic field and combined into a formation.

The six-pointed star appeared, covering the six of them, and their lips were lightly opened, like an old monk chanting, and a mysterious power was injected into the formation.

Some things are always so coincidental that when you are hopeful, it will never work out. On the contrary, when you are about to give up, it has given you a surprise and told you that you have succeeded.

This kind of thing is not too much, but it is a lot less, and now they happened to be bumped into by Qingyu.