It is undoubtedly much more difficult to dig out useful information from the souls of high-ranking saints than it is to dig out information from those sage-level souls.

Yan Guang was full of vitality, and the faint blue light that came out of his body almost illuminated the entire Purple Microstar Hall, and it took a full hour before he recollected the soul of the old man in front of him who was tortured to death into the soul detention bottle.

The ban was opened from the inside.

Yan Guang, who looked tired, walked out of the ban.

"How? What's the catch? Mi Tian asked in a deep voice.

Yan Guang nodded, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is a harvest, and the harvest is not small." ”

Yan Guang immediately stood in this Ziwei Great Hall, and said the information he had risen from the souls of those aboriginal powerhouses in the past few hours, in front of all the saints, in a hoarse voice.

The aborigines here are the clansmen and descendants of the former Ziwei God, with an extremely excellent inheritance of the Xiuzhen lineage, with an extremely deep heritage, not the kind of ordinary aborigines who have no profound inheritance, after the fall of the former Ziwei God, the origin of the Ziwei Star Domain was shattered, and it became the Chaotic Star Sea in the mouth of the Chosen One, these aborigines are deeply rooted in the Chaotic Star Sea, and almost rule the entire Chaotic Star Sea, under countless years of operation, the strength they have is extremely powerful!

Before this campaign, the number of their sages exceeded 30,000! There are more than 200 saints, and the number of high-ranking saints who are called star lords has also reached 21.

However, I don't know if it was deliberately suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, or for some other reason, for tens of thousands of years, among the aborigines, there have been endless high-ranking saints, but there has never been even a peak saint.

Yan Guang used his peculiar eerie and deep voice to tell the information he had extracted from those remnant souls without hurrying.

30,000 sages, 200 saints, 21 high-ranking saints......

These numbers alone put a lot of pressure on the saints in the main hall.

If you compare from this data alone, the difference in strength between the two sides is too big.

It is no wonder that before the battle began, after evaluating the strength between the two camps, Tiandao would collectively weaken the strength of the aboriginal camp by 1 small level.

Because the difference in strength between the two is too great.

If Heavenly Dao didn't do this, even if there was a great god like Mitian on the side of the Heavenly Chosen One's camp, under such a huge disparity in strength, a peak saint would not be able to play a big role.

The only result of the Chosen One camp in this battle is to be crushed, and there is no suspense.

And after the Heavenly Dao lowered the strength of all the aboriginal powerhouses by a small level, the situation became not so bad, and the Chosen One's camp already had a slight chance of achieving the final victory.

After reporting some approximate data, Yan Guang continued his story.

The supreme ruling body of the aboriginal camp is the Purple Star Palace, only the aborigines whose strength has reached the saint level are eligible to join the Purple Star Palace, and only the super strong people at the high saint level can become the deacon of the Purple Star Palace, known as the Star Lord.

And the current supreme ruler of the Purple Star Hall is also a high-ranking saint, and he is called the Han Saint by all the aboriginal powerhouses, and his name is called Han Xin.

Hearing this, Xin You couldn't help frowning.

Winter Salary ......

He is now very sensitive to the word cold.

Not for anything else, just because Hanchao and his kind, all have Han as their surname, and names such as Cold Erosion and Cold Wave emerge in endlessly.

Could it be that this guy called Cold Salary is also the same kind of Cold Wave?

Thinking of this, Xin You couldn't help but clear his throat and interrupted Yan Guang's narration: "That, Yan Sheng, have you obtained detailed information about this cold salary, such as his video materials and the like?" ”

In other words, if Xin You interrupted him like this and raised such a question, Yan Guangli would not bother to pay attention to him, and would directly ignore Xin You.

But because Xin You saved his life not long ago, the situation has become completely different.

Yan Guang turned his head to look at Xin You, he barely squeezed out a smile on his face, nodded, and said, "Yes, among these aboriginal powerhouses, many people have seen this cold saint. ”

With that, he reached out and pointed to the void in front of him.

A faint blue light flickered in the void, and soon a three-dimensional image was condensed.

The image shows a young man in a black robe, the expression on the man's face is very indifferent, his face is slightly pale, and a pair of black eyes are like two deep pools, bottomless.

After seeing this image, Xin You's face couldn't help but change slightly.

This person...... It's at least eight or nine points like the cold wave!

There is no doubt that this person called Han Salary has a 99.99% probability that he is the same kind of Cold Wave, the life seed left behind in the world after the fall of the witch ghost!

Really...... What a coincidence......

Xin You subconsciously wanted to take out the Cold Wave's substitute ghost puppet from his storage ring, and tell this amazing information to the Cold Wave in the hell world.

It's just that when the power of his divine sense penetrated into the storage ring, he suddenly discovered that the ghost puppet of Cold Tide was not on his body now, but on his own soul in the Sichuan Mountain Realm.

As a peak saint, Mi Tian's perception is so keen, although Xin You's face only changed slightly, and it returned to normal in the next moment, but this subtle expression change on Xin You's face still did not escape his perception.

Combined with the abnormal reaction before Xin You......

Mitian's eyes stared at Xin You's body, and said in a deep voice: "Xin You, did you find anything?" ”

In the Ziwei Palace, the rest of the saints also looked at Xin You in unison.

Under the gaze of all the saints, Xin You, who was in a state of slowness, after thinking sharply for a while, spoke: "Mi Sheng, I think...... This guy called Cold Salary is very strong and terrifying, we must be careful of him! ”

Mitian frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You knew him before?" ”

Xin You shook his head: "No, I don't know, before today, I didn't even know the name Han Salary." ”

Mitian's brows furrowed even deeper, and he continued to say in a deep voice: "In that case, where did you come to this conclusion? ”

Xin You thought for a while, and said with a serious face: "Intuition, intuition tells me that this guy called Hanxin is terrifying!" ”

He lied, but after his strength was promoted to the saint level, he could already hide himself well, and other saints could no longer judge whether he was lying from his demeanor, demeanor, and voice.

Regarding the cold wave, about the witch ghost cold, he didn't plan to say it to the saints in front of him.

Not far away, a saint in the Chosen One's camp couldn't help but chuckle.

Gut feeling? This thing can also be used as a basis for drawing conclusions? It's ridiculous!