Looking at the five soulless souls floating in the void, Wang Chen waved his hand and took them into his palm.

According to the requirements of the Futu Tower, the previous three floors were mainly used to accommodate the soul of the floating man, and the soul of the floating man is the soul of a mortal, although the soul of the mortal soul is not as strong as the soul of the monk's soul, but there is a power of incense also called the power of faith, this force is very small alone, but after a hundred paths, a thousand paths, and even ten thousand paths, the power of incense formed by it, even if it is a heavenly realm monk, it must be moved.

As for the Five Dao Monk Soul in Wang Chen's hands now, the cultivation in the late stage of the Tianyuan Realm doesn't know what changes will occur after being absorbed by the Futu Pagoda.

With the hesitation in his heart, Wang Chen's mind turned, and a floating tower that had shrunk several times slowly appeared in the void.

The wood-colored Futu Tower, although the size is less than one percent of all of them, but once it appears, the sense of oppression formed has not decreased in the slightest, and Wang Chen, as the leader, naturally can't feel it, but with the appearance of this Futu Tower, within a range of dozens of zhang under Wang Chen's feet, the entire ground has sunk three inches together.

If you are in awe, you can't bear the oppression.

"Just let me see what changes these five souls in the late stage of the Tian Yuan Realm will make you. ”

With a mutter, Wang Chen urged the Futu Tower, and suddenly at the bottom of the wooden tower, a door suddenly opened, bursting out with a pulling force that was enough to make all beings tremble, absorbing the soul in Wang Chen's palm in an instant.

A supreme domineering intention to dare to compete with Huangquan arose spontaneously in Wang Chen's heart.

It's a floating slaughter!

As the five souls were sucked into the Futu Tower, it seemed that there was no soul to suck, and the gate at the bottom closed with a bang.

Wang Chen was stunned: "This is the end?"

At this moment, a series of screams sounded in the wooden tower, and the sound was full of hideous and unwilling madness, as if he did not want to sink into the floating tower, even if he fought for a soul to rush out.

The power of the soul, although unconscious, is also the most difficult power in the world to master, otherwise, the soul cultivation cannot be so small.

Wang Chen had no experience in this area, and looked at the scene that suddenly appeared, and was at a loss for a while.

The screams have been continuing, and there is even a feeling of intensification, such as under this sound, the Futu Pagoda in Wang Chen's hand showed some signs of shattering.

"Could it be that because of the lower three layers, it can only withstand the power of the floating soul, and what has just been absorbed is the soul of the monk?"

Wang Chen was puzzled in his heart, could it be that the Futu Pagoda that he had worked so hard to condense was going to be shattered by these five souls?

The Great Floating Slaughter, this method is weird, after cultivation, only one tower can be condensed, so the tower is damaged, and it will never be able to cultivate, but if the cultivation is successful, you can refine the Floating Slaughter Tower as your own life treasure.

"The five souls dare to be presumptuous in front of me and give me peace. ”

With a bang, Wang Chen's Shuangdan power ran rapidly, turned into a strong force, instilled it into the Futu Tower, and suppressed the five hideous souls.

These five souls have no consciousness, only instinctive struggle, and do not want to be refined by the Futu Tower.

The power of the double pill, like a giant hand, appeared in the Futu Tower, as if it had turned into the sky in the Futu Tower, and it fell with regret with rolling coercion.

Rao is five souls are crazy, but under the power of Wang Chen's Shuangdan, there is no half of the power to resist, like destroying and withering, all of them are intimidated!

As the soul was quiet, a bell rang in the Futu Tower!

The sound of the bell is deep and powerful, as if it has come from eternity, spanning countless years, and has come here, full of magic power that goes straight to the heart, as if with an irresistible convincing force, purifying all the thoughts of resistance, resistance, and unwillingness.

Such as the sound of the Buddha, the ear, like the ancient Tao, clear heart.

At the sound of the bell, the five souls went from fear at first, to trembling, and then to excitement, and a touch of indescribable frenzy appeared in their unconscious eyes, as if they had become all.

Immediately after, in Wang Chen's surprised gaze, the five souls actually knelt down in their direction, with piety and no regrets in their hearts.

There is even an absolute convincing, as long as Wang Chen gives an order, even if he wants them to die, he is willing.

Wang Chen dispersed the cultivation that was turning wildly in his body, and in addition to the ecstasy in his heart, his eyes fell on the Futu Tower, and the original wood-colored tower body was a little deeper, and this change made him laugh even more.

Successfully refining the soul proves that his conjecture is right, even if it is a floating soul, it can be replaced by the soul of a monk, and even the strength of the soul is more related to the changes in the floating tower.

Otherwise, if you want to deepen the wood color, you need at least a hundred or more mortal souls to do it.

And right now, only five monk souls have been refined.

Smacking his lips, Wang Chen pressed the thought in his heart, he is not an evil cultivator, and he doesn't like to kill, otherwise, with his current cultivation, coupled with the explosion of the power of the double pill, it can be said that under the heavenly realm, he is invincible.

He can rely on his cultivation to collect a large number of monks' souls by killing.

Satisfied, he took back the Futu Tower, and after Wang Chen tidied up a little, he walked in the direction of the mass grave, collecting some ordinary souls first, and then replacing them with a good one in the future!

As Wang Chen left, in the open space just now, only some scorched traces on the ground could show that there had been a battle here just now.

This kind of scene is very common in the wild, and monks who often wander outside will naturally not care about it when they see it too much.

However, not long after Wang Chen left, a monk who looked like a boy came here.

This boy is about the same height as a child of seven or eight years old, his skin is white and strange, like the ash left after burning incense, there is a red mark on the left and right sides of his face, and his black and white robe, which makes people look at it with an indescribable weirdness and horror.

The boy held a string of sugar gourds in his hand, opened his mouth from time to time, bit one, and chewed it rattlingly, if you look closely, you will see that the string of things that look like hawthorn in the sugar gourd are actually human heads full of blood.

He licked the blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, with an aftertaste and enjoyment in his expression, squatted on the ground, looked at a puddle of white ash, dipped a little with his fingers, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his eyes revealed a greed and evil.

"It's you, my sugar gourd...... Hahahehehehehe......"

The boy muttered and laughed, followed by a pair of pale hands, which were pointed at the void, and the whole figure disappeared as if it had been erased, only the sharp and piercing voice still echoed in this void, and it did not disperse for a long time.

(End of chapter)