"Master, is this Soul Thorn Cone really effective?" Yun Fan looked at the Soul Thorn Cone floating in front of him and hesitated.

"When did Master deceive you?" Soul Qi glanced at him, "You just wait to see the show." ”

Soul Qi turned his head and looked at Feng Shuhe and Ling Tianzheng, who were fighting fiercely, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "This big gift will satisfy him." ”

As soon as Soul Seven's mind moved, a stream of soul power immediately shot into the Soul Thorn Cone, which trembled slightly, and a faint light flashed on the milky white cone.

"Ling Tianzheng, get out of the way. Although Soul Seven's voice was very soft, I don't know why, its voice resounded from every corner of the entire sea of knowledge.

The two sides who were fighting fiercely heard this voice, and their movements couldn't help but pause, Ling Tianzheng did not hesitate, and turned around and withdrew directly very decisively, because he knew that the soul power between the two was very different, and if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose, and he also subconsciously did not want to disobey this mysterious person who awakened him.

Feng Shuhe lowered his head, looked at the light cluster that made a sound, and was about to speak, but in the corner of his eye, he saw a strange-shaped object quietly suspended in front of him.

The moment he saw that thing, his entire soul body couldn't help but tremble, and what really shocked him was that from this object, he felt a sense of fear from his soul.

This kind of fear has never appeared when Soul Seven appeared, or when Ling Tianzheng woke up.

What is this?!

Feng Shuhe looked at the strangely shaped cone-shaped object with a solemn expression, and his figure couldn't help but retreat a little, he subconsciously wanted to stay away from this thing.

"Did you notice it?" Soul Qi looked at Feng Shuhe, who was vigilant, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "The perception is quite keen. ”

"However, no matter how sharp your perception is, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for me today!" Soul Seven said to himself, but the movements of his hands were not slow.

I saw that the light cluster it turned into shook slightly, and a thought came out of the body and attached to the soul thorn cone.

The Soul Thorn Cone, which was originally stationary, suddenly became agile after receiving that thought.

The sharp vertebral body exuded a chilling glow, and the body tilted slightly, slowly aiming in the direction of Feng Shuhe.

At the moment when the Soul Thorn Cone locked onto Feng Shuhe, the latter suddenly felt a palpitation, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast, and a sense of crisis arose.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and ran directly, sweeping lightning in the direction where Yun Fan came in, the sense of oppression coming from that strange thing, Feng Shuhe knew that with his current state, he was absolutely invincible, there was only one way to die, since he would definitely die if he stayed, then he didn't run? He is not a fool.

"I just thought of running now, will it be a little late?" Soul Seven looked at Feng Shuhe who was fleeing like a lost dog, and couldn't help but sneer, as soon as the consciousness that got into the Soul Thorn Cone moved, the Soul Thorn Cone seemed to have a soul, and with a slight flick, it quickly disappeared in place, shooting away in the direction of Feng Shuhe's escape.

"Take a good look, and I'll show you the true lethality of the Soul Cone today. Soul Seven said lightly to Yun Fan beside him, "The time you used the Soul Thorn Cone to kill the blood void before, it was like a child playing at home. ”

Not long after Feng Shuhe turned around and fled, he felt a faint chill coming from behind him, and he didn't need to look back to know that the strange thing was catching up.

His brows couldn't help but furrow deeply, what was it that the mysterious man took out that could make him feel dangerous?

Without time to think about it, his speed couldn't help but increase a little more, because the speed of the thing behind him was faintly faster than him.

"Hmph! It's a pretty fast run. Soul Qi snorted coldly, "I want to see where you can go!"

Soul Seven's heart moved, and the consciousness attached to the Soul Thorn Cone shook suddenly, and the speed suddenly doubled, and in an instant, Feng Shuhe, who had already caught up with the crazy escape in front, appeared behind him!

Feeling the chill coming from behind, the real sense of the word was like a man's back, Feng Shuhe's face couldn't help but change, and the speed at which the strange thing burst out in an instant made him unavoidable.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Shuhe's face flashed a ruthless color, and he raised his right hand suddenly.

Just when Yun Fan thought that he was going to fight to the death, Soul Qi beside him was slightly surprised, "Self-harm? This guy has some courage." ”

Yun Fan glanced at Soul Seven with some puzzlement, obviously not understanding what it meant.

"Look closely. The soul seven heads didn't return, and looked at the scene in mid-air not far away.

I saw Feng Shuhe raise his right hand violently and slash towards a place, but that direction was not the direction of the Soul Thorn Cone, but his own body.

The hand rises, the palm knife falls, and the body separates.

Under Yun Fan's somewhat shocked gaze, he saw Feng Shuhe's palm knife slashing fiercely at his lower abdomen, and the whole person was divided into two parts in an instant.

The separation of the upper and lower parts of the body squirmed slightly, and then, Feng Shuhe, who was originally divided into two halves, became two Feng Shuhe at this time.

The two looked exactly the same, no different from before, but the originally condensed bodies instantly faded a lot and became faintly transparent.

In the blink of an eye, the two Feng Shuhe who appeared did not communicate at all, one turned around and continued to flee directly in the original direction, while the other stayed where he was, and rushed towards the Soul Cone that was already close at hand.

Feng Shuhe's expression was solemn, and his hands suddenly formed several complicated handprints, and in an instant, a milky white light shield tightly protected him.

"I don't believe I can't stop you!" his voice was a little frantic.

"Poof!"

The Soul Thorn Cone stabbed fiercely at the light shield in front of Feng Shuhe!

The light mask shook violently, and cracks spread out, although it looked crumbling, but it was finally blocked.

Seeing this scene, a touch of joy appeared on Feng Shuhe's face, as long as he can drag this thing and wait for the other self to leave here, then this soul clone will be able to survive, although it has consumed a lot of soul power, but as long as it returns to the body, it must be able to recover soon!

"Master, another Feng Shuhe is about to escape!" Yun Fan looked at Feng Shuhe, who was running farther and farther, and couldn't help but say anxiously.

"Don't worry, you can't run. Soul Qi glanced at Feng Shuhe, who was about to become a black spot, and within the milky white light cluster, a milky white light emerged, and in that light, Yun Fan vaguely saw a white palm, and his slender fingers flicked his fingers lightly.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and in the blink of an eye, the light had disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and even he himself couldn't help but wonder if he was dazzled.

It's just that the memory of that white and slender palm lingers in his mind as if it has taken root.