"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and a beam of fire lit up in the air less than 100 meters away from the old man on crutches and Lu Xiucai, and the silence was in the air.

In the middle of the sky before the fifth watch, the dark clouds were reflected as if they were burning clouds, which were extremely dazzling.

Even the small sky above the small world of the Forbidden Mountain was stirred up with a layer of slight ripples, as if this fiery cloud was reflected on the surface of the waves, so there would be such ups and downs.

The red eyes of the owner of the black divine soul became more and more blood-red.

Originally, it was just a momentary time, but who knew that in his eyes, he was just a monk who was not a high cultivator who was sent to death, where was he coming to send death, obviously he took the initiative to find death for him, and although the result was not able to escape a dead word, it was two completely different results.

The Black Divine Soul Essence Phantom suddenly stopped, no longer heading towards the meal he had previously identified, but turned around without the slightest hesitation, and even increased his speed of escaping from this forbidden mountain at the cost of consuming his own Divine Soul power.

The black spirit phantom was clenching his teeth unconsciously, if it weren't for the death-seeking monk he had described himself as an appetizer earlier, how could he be in such a realm situation?

The black soul phantom is also a little tongue-smacking, sure enough, even after 10,000 years, the monks on this Xuanwu Continent are still not afraid of death, they are so easy to die but they are so not afraid of death.

On the contrary, Rao is so difficult to die that he is so easy to fear death, just like although the Xuanwu Continent Terran monk used his exhaustion of his cultivation to expose himself to delay his two moments, he can also feel that the old janitor dog in his mouth wants to finish his current affairs, at least he needs to take a breath.

In an instant, for their cultivation level, it can be said to be a thing that can change many, many things, half an instant can reach the old man on crutches, and the remaining half an instant, they can really eat the big meal in front of them.

It's just that he doesn't dare to gamble, he is not a mountain monk on this Xuanwu Continent, and he uses his cultivation life to do those things that are completely meaningless in his eyes, after all, who knows if that old man has a backhand?

When the time comes, he may not be able to do so.

In fact, for the black soul phantom, there is no word of death at all, because even if he is killed by the old man on crutches, he is actually immortal.

It is probably equivalent to the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, which repeats itself over and over again.

It's just that after the resurrection, he is a complete other him, in other words, all the old man can destroy by the old man on crutches is the consciousness in the shell of his divine soul.

Consciousness drives the body, and without this consciousness, the soul body will still re-conceive on its own, and another consciousness existence will regain control of the body.

Of course, if the original consciousness is strong enough, there will also be a large part of the chance to retain the original consciousness, but he doesn't dare to bet, these 10,000 years have survived, why gamble, bet on the very small chance of fifty-fifty points.

The battle between the black soul phantom and the old man can be said to have lasted for nearly a thousand years, so he naturally knows the general details of the old man on crutches, and he will naturally not do it if he is not 100% sure of success.

Therefore, the black soul phantom is in the case of consciously unable to do it, that is, it immediately escapes, without the slightest hesitation.

Lu Xiucai, who was only more than a meter above the ground, suddenly opened his eyes after the black soul phantom turned around and fled.

The old man on crutches who felt Lu Xiucai's movement coughed a few times in a row, and then sighed deeply, because according to the shortest and shortest time, it would take an instant time as guessed by the black soul phantom.

For these monks who are high enough on the mountain, they can definitely do a lot of things in an instant.

Lu Xiucai first raised his head and glanced at the scene that was only a few meters away from the forbidden mountain barrier, and a few meters later it was the scene where the sky was high and the birds were flying and the sea was wide and the fish were jumping.

The originally loose and thin layer of enchantment suddenly seemed to be pulled up by someone, and it became particularly tight, and the entire 100-meter sky above the Forbidden Mountain seemed to be shrouded in a layer of copper walls with a ghostly light.

The black soul phantom also felt the abnormality above his head in an instant, and his heart sank slightly, but there was not much nervousness, after all, in the battle of a thousand years, he had not experienced any splendor under the hands of the old man on crutches, of course, the old man on crutches did not take advantage of anything under his hands.

The most dangerous time for him was to lose most of his soul, and he kept warm for hundreds of years, which can be regarded as a real relief.

The black soul phantom opened its big mouth, not like the previous contempt for Dong De, who was looking for death, the entire big mouth opened a full width of several meters, and in this way, the speed did not slow down towards the layer of enchantment that suddenly solidified.

There was a crisp sound as if two extremely hard mountain artifacts had touched each other, and the touching space was slightly vibrating, but the enchantment glowing with ghostly light had not changed in the slightest.

The black Divine Soul Phantom was not surprised, but he could tear off a piece of the flesh and blood of the Xuandi Emperor of the Mountain Peak Realm, but he couldn't tear open this enchantment.

After all, it wasn't the first time he had encountered such a situation, he couldn't tear through this layer of enchantment, and the person who maintained this layer of enchantment could be said to be much harder than him.

Then the black soul phantom opened its mouth again, but this time the mouth opened again was more than ten times smaller, but if a monk stood in front of his mouth, he could find that in his open mouth, there was a whirlpool constantly running and tearing.

Lu Xiucai, who was already hanging in the air, pinched his left hand towards the void, holding a sword.