"Click!"

The milky white light mask only blocked the Soul Thorn Cone for a few seconds, but it could no longer support it, and shattered into a spot of light.

Although it was only a few seconds of effort, it was enough for Feng Shuhe's other soul body to run out for a long time, just when the soul clones who stayed behind were still thinking about blocking some time.

With a flick of the white palm, the Soul Thorn Cone seemed to have taken a stimulant, and the sharp vertebrae suddenly erupted with a burst of dazzling light.

"Whew!"

Only a slight sound of breaking the air was heard, and the Soul Thorn Cone in front of Feng Shuhe had disappeared.

Feng Shuhe looked at the direction where the original Soul Thorn Cone was staying with a somewhat stunned expression, and then slowly lowered his head, looking at the big hole in his chest that had been pierced with a dull gaze, looking at its size, it was about the same as the proportion of the Soul Thorn Cone.

"This... What the hell is this?!" Feng Shuhe shouted this sentence unwillingly, but the soul body quickly faded, and when he turned into nothingness, there was still a look of shock and incomprehension on his face.

"Buzz!"

Feng Shuhe, who had already flown out for a distance, thought that he would be able to escape from Ling Tianzheng's sea of knowledge smoothly, and his tense heart gradually relaxed, but not long after, the faint sound of breaking the air in his ears made his heart lift again.

Turning his head in some astonishment, he saw that behind him, a point of light was chasing him at twice the speed he was now.

"Damn, what the hell is this shit?!" Feng Shuhe's face became ugly, and he could feel that the other doppelganger had dissipated.

Feng Shuhe took a deep breath, a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his hands instantly formed a handprint, and at the moment when the handprint was formed, the original milky soul power on his body faintly appeared a trace of black, a kind of black that was so rich to the extreme, that the soul power gradually burned, and then, his body became lighter and lighter, as if it would be blown away as soon as the wind blew.

The energy generated by burning soul power increased Feng Shuhe's speed a lot, and the distance between him and the Soul Thorn Cone was kept at a balanced point.

"Huh?" Soul Seven seemed to have noticed something, and his brows couldn't help frowning, the consciousness it left on the Soul Thorn Cone happened to see the scene of Feng Shuhe's burning soul power before, and the flashing black was just in full view of it.

What was that?Soul Seven wondered, and from the fleeting blackness, it vaguely felt an aura that disgusted it.

This breath seemed familiar, but it didn't know where it had encountered it.

I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, Soul Seven shook his head, and simply didn't want to, and took that guy's life first.

The Soul Cone emitted a soft "buzzing" sound, as if it had received an order, and its speed increased again!

The distance between the two sides was shortened again, feeling the chill coming from behind him, Feng Shuhe was a little desperate, he had even used the last resort, but he still couldn't escape.

"Damn, you want me to die?! Then don't think about it! Let's die together!" Feng Shuhe turned around with a frenzied expression, looking at the Soul Cone that was getting closer and closer, with a crazy look in his eyes!

Feng Shuhe's body suddenly swelled, like a round ball!

"It's not good, Master, he's about to blow up his soul body!" Yun Fan felt the palpitating soul power fluctuation coming from afar, as if he had thought of something, and looked at the soul seven beside him with some horror.

If Feng Shuhe really blew himself up, there would not be any soul bodies in the entire sea of consciousness that would survive, including him and the soul body clones of Soul Seven, although their bodies were all outside, and if they lost this soul body, they would be injured at most, and they would not worry about their lives, but Ling Tianzheng would not be able to escape no matter what, this was his sea of knowledge, once it was broken, he would die immediately.

If Ling Tianzheng died, then there would be no point for them to come in, which is why Yun Fan would be so anxious.

"Self-destructed, I didn't agree!" Soul Seven looked slightly cold, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

The slender palm emerged from the light cluster again, and gently slapped forward in the air.

The Soul Cone that was moving at a rapid speed in the distance disappeared in an instant.

Feng Shuhe watched the Soul Thorn Cone that was flying towards him suddenly disappear, and he couldn't help but move, and then sneered, "Hmph, now I know I'm scared, it's too late!"

He didn't intend to stop the burning of soul power, but when he wanted to gather the energy formed by the burning of those soul powers, and then completely detonate them, he found that no matter how he moved, he couldn't gather those soul powers together.

He felt a little strange, but then he noticed that a crack was slowly cracking through his body, as if something had pierced his body.

Looking thoughtfully at the crack on his body that penetrated behind him, Feng Shuhe's originally swollen body gradually returned to its original state, and his expression became calm.

"I still haven't been able to dodge, it seems that this soul body is destined to stay here. He suddenly sighed, slowly raised his head, and said loudly: "Yun Fan, the next time we meet, you still have that mysterious person, I won't let you go, and, Ling Tianzheng, your old life will let you survive for a few days, and I will kill you sooner or later!"

As soon as the words fell, his body shook violently, and then there was a "pop!" sound, dissipating in the sea of knowledge.

Ling Tianzheng silently looked at the direction of Feng Shuhe's dissipation, turned around and swept in the direction of Yun Fan and them, and a low murmur came from between the scattered hair: "Don't worry, I am also waiting to receive your life, I will definitely kill you myself." ”

"Whew!" Yun Fan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he stopped Feng Shuhe's self-detonation, otherwise, I'm afraid they would all have to die here.

"Master. Yun Fan turned his head, but found that Soul Seven's brows were still furrowed, as if he had missed something.

"Want to leave, come out for me!" Without waiting for Yun Fan to ask, Soul Qi raised his eyebrows and suddenly shouted!

Yun Fan couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, even Ling Tianzheng, who was rushing towards this side, couldn't help but stiffen his body.

As soon as the words fell, I saw Soul Qi move, and a slender palm suddenly appeared, flashed slightly, and disappeared in front of him.

In the place where Feng Shuhe's soul body disappeared before, a white palm quietly appeared, as if it had cut through the space.

Without the slightest hesitation, the palm of his hand formed a palm and slapped it towards a certain place!

There was nothing in that place, but at the moment when the palm was slapped, a black line came out of nowhere, exposed in front of the palm.

Seeing that the track had been revealed, the black line did not pause for a moment, and chose a direction to flee!

But the palm of the hand is like the five-fingered mountain of the Buddha, no matter how the black line escapes, it is still difficult to escape the fate of being caught.