Chinese On the central arena, he stood leisurely wholeheartedly, and later even sat down cross-legged.

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Wholeheartedly, I began to cultivate. No, start refining. The spirit invades the crystal ball and kills all pure souls with a strong attitude.

"Ahh

"Die."

"Kill!" Under the threat of death, the instinct of pure souls and the instinct of survival made these souls begin to fight back.

But in how to fight back, they have no memory, and their attack power is white, and they can only use their soul body to collide.

Such an attack does not feel anything for the whole soul. After the baptism of two civilizations, although the level is not high, in terms of simplicity and quality, it is comparable to some immortals and gods.

Such a soul strength is not afraid at all. Don't 50,000 pure souls, even if it's 500,000, 5 million, it's useless.

"Look, he's starting to cultivate."

"How is that possible? He was actually refining a pure soul, his magical cultivation? Reached level five? ”

"That's not right, to be able to become a Hell Summoner, his level is definitely more than level six, why? Still want to absorb the pure soul? ”

"Could it be that Bato is fake?"

"Are we seeing an illusion?" Outside the arena, a student was stunned, and his eyes lit up.

Perhaps, they still have a chance. When cultivating, the most taboo thing is to be disturbed, once they let the whole heart from the state of cultivation be interrupted, the whole heart will definitely be hurt.

Even, if you don't die, then it will be good.

"You, you go, your ranking is the lowest in the field, it's just you."

"Yes, you go, you try." Evan. Nichols looked around with a pale face, looking at the people who had named him to come to power.

What he wants, what he wants not to go! But look at the situation around you, don't go? Die faster. Go up, maybe there is a glimmer of life.

"Me. I go, don't push me, don't touch me. At first, he replied in a loud voice, but later, he roared directly.

He roared, looking back at those who despised him. These people, he remembered, if there was a chance, he would definitely seek revenge on them.

It's a pity, Evan. Nichols's idea can't be achieved at all, his combat power, his level, is the lowest in the field, not those sixth-level powerhouses, even among the fifth-level, he is also the weakest, even weaker than the one who has died.

The footsteps seemed to be glued to the ground, Evan. Nichols' pace of progress is outrageously slow. But no one urged him, he was already standing on the edge of the arena, and after taking two steps, he went up.

Because of his movements, the magic array opened an opening. The thick smell of sulfur came to my face.

The breath of hellish creatures is even stronger, this is definitely not an illusion, it is real. Evan. Nichols' face turned pale and he wanted to regret it, but feeling the murderous aura coming from behind, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and took another step.

Half of the body is directly into the arena.

"Haha, human, it really makes me laugh, since you don't dare to come over, I'll pull you up." Bartow chuckled, and the smoke gathered into a large hand, grabbing Evan. One of Nichols' thighs pulled him in straight from the outside.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me, I want you to give everything I have, don't kill me, don't!" Desperately wailing, in order to live, Evan. Nichols didn't care too much and even wanted to become Bartow's slave.

Hearing this, Barto looked at him with some amusement, if it was any other time, he wouldn't mind letting the other party make a pact of hell, but not now.

His great master, strong with all his heart, his command kills all. The soul belongs to him, the bones to the master, and the flesh to the beasts such as the Tempest Wolf King.

The future of the enemy is already ready, and even predetermined.

"Let me taste, let me taste, how does your soul taste, fear, fear, disappointment, the more negative emotions, the happier I am." Barto's voice was low and smelled of death, and the smell of sulfur, and even more contagious of hellish creatures.

In a word, let Evan directly. Nichols collapsed. The magic power in his body began to boil, and he actually advanced in fear.

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it, you're the 170,000th creature under my command to advance in fear, so the soul that has just advanced is the most beautiful."

"Haha, your soul is red, your attribute is flame, it's great, it's great." yelled excitedly and pumped out Evan directly. Nichols' soul.

The fiery red soul made Barto tremble with excitement. His original power was lava, and lava was a fusion of fire and earth.

The soul of the fire attribute can make him happy to the greatest extent and increase his strength. Meimei swallows Evan. Nichols' soul, the power of hell destroys his memories, only the purest, destroyed piece by piece clean soul.

Swallowing it in one gulp, the breath of hell on Bato's body is even stronger, and he is stronger. The soul of a sixth-level human makes Barto very happy.

With a thousand more, he will be able to advance.

"Come on, come on, let me see who else of you can make me happy." Lava's body, cracked through huge gaps, and that frightening mouth, is longing.

Drops of lava, falling from the big mouth, let the arena be corroded little by little. Bato's actions made the faces of the students outside pale.

Death, so close to them. There is only a distance from the magic array, and with Bato's power, breaking the magic array is not a problem.

"Click." Suddenly, there was a crunch that made Bartow turn his head and look behind him. Others, too, looked over.

In the stands of the arena, most of the people also looked over. All look at the whole heart. No, that crystal ball in my hand.

The crack appeared, slowly spreading from the side, in this case, there is only one possibility, the crystal ball is destroyed.

Or, the soul inside, rioted.

"Haha, that's wholehearted, it's dead, no matter how he got Bato, but his essence soul is still not enough to see."

"Yes, you go up and fight Bato."

"A few of you, also prepare for me, all the fifth-level students, give it to me, no, I'll kill you all with my own hands."

"Yes, on, quickly, you can't give your heart a chance, you can't waste time, give me all the time, one by one." Outside the field, the sixth-level powerhouses opened their mouths separately and asked the fifth-level students to go up and send them to death.

As long as they fight Bato again and again, Bato will not have time to heal his heart, and they still have a chance.

Soon, under the union of all the sixth levels, the students of the fifth level resisted at all, and in order, one by one.

Faced with this situation, Barto will not hesitate at all, catch them one by one, torture them for a while, and then eat the soul.

Every time he eats a soul, Bato will become a little stronger, although it is not much, but Bato, who no longer cares about promotion, will not suppress it.

At the same time, the crystal ball in Quanxin's hand had more and more cracks, and in the end, it was directly shattered.

The crystal ball shattered, and the expected soul flying did not appear, some were just crumbs, fragments of the crystal ball.

What about the soul inside? Also, why, the magic power in Quanxin's body has suddenly become a lot stronger.

Many of the dean's faces changed drastically. That aura of magic power was clearly a fifth-level death magic. Why?

Could it be that Quanxin started cultivating yesterday and is now at level five? Is this possible? If possible, their cultivation?

Could it be that it is cultivated to the dog's body? Compared with wholeheartedly, all talents are waste, and all records have been broken.

Is wholeheartedness the reincarnation of God? Or some demigod? Cat flutter Chinese