It is very common to detain beast souls among spirit soldiers, but it is the first time that Dongfang Zilin has seen them. The monks of the Ghost King Sect were so vicious that they did not hesitate to massacre mortals to detain their souls and become part of the spirit soldiers.

At this time, Yan Moyu was because of his strong soul cultivation, so he could still ensure that his mind was clear.

As for Yu Duanhuan, his face was already blue at this time.

She was originally the princess of the Yellow Springs World, and the Yellow Springs World was the ultimate home of those creatures in this dimensional world, as long as the soul power was not dispersed, although she and her brother had absolute control over the soul body, but even if they were the royal family of the Yellow Spring World, they had the absolute right to do anything to those souls, but they had never done so, but they didn't expect that this monk of the Ghost King Sect would dare to do such a thing.

"Dust—"

Yan Moyu, who knew Yu Duanhuan's identity, also felt the evil aura that erupted from Yu Duanhuan beside him at this time.

He also knew that Yu Duhuan would never allow such a thing to appear in front of his eyes.

Even if he didn't want Yu Wanhuan to put himself in danger, he was afraid that he couldn't stop it.

"Yan Moyu, I must annihilate these souls!"

Yu Duhuan gritted his teeth and said.

For those people whose souls are imprisoned in the spirit soldiers, they can never be liberated, and now annihilating these souls is also a good thing for them.

"Extinguish—"

Yu Wanhuan opened her mouth and let out a loud roar, and with her voice, the soul in the bone stick in the other party's hand was annihilated in an instant.

These souls all smiled with satisfaction when they were annihilated, and nodded to Yu Duhuan in thanks. They are finally free!

But Yu Duhuan's face at this time was very ugly, because in this bone stick, at least one million souls were imprisoned, and in order to refine this bone stick, that is to say, the Ghost King Sect had slaughtered at least one million mortals, and this behavior was simply mad, not as good as pigs and dogs.

And the monk of the Ghost King Sect couldn't help but change his face greatly, he exhausted his life savings in order to refine this mourning stick, and he even slaughtered millions of people for this mourning stick, and dozens of cities turned into ruins in his hands.

This mourning stick is a natal spirit soldier connected to his flesh and blood, and he is even ready to use this mourning stick as the foundation to attack the out-of-body period.

But just now, the millions of souls he had wasted so much effort and imprisoned in the mourning stick had all disappeared, completely disappeared, leaving no trace, and he himself did not know what had happened.

Without those million souls, the mourning stick was just an ordinary second-order spirit soldier.

"What the hell did you guys do?"

This powerhouse of the Ghost King Sect couldn't help but be furious.

Yan Moyu saw that the other party wanted to make a move, and he didn't care about the three seven twenty-one for fear that Yu Wanhuan would be injured, and forcibly urged the blood burning spell, a flame mark appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and his pupils turned blood red.

"What a lot of blood!"

Yan Moyu's eyes saw the spiritual power of this Ghost King Sect powerhouse.

In the case that he took the initiative to trigger it, rather than exploding, the Blood Incineration Spell that he could cast now could only burn monks below the Spiritual Silence Period, but it was difficult for a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage to ignite it.

"Poof!"

Yan Moyu continued to improve his spiritual power, and under the injection of a large amount of spiritual power, the flame mark in the center of Yan Moyu's eyebrows became brighter and brighter.

The other party's incomparably condensed spiritual power finally appeared a crack, and the power of the blood incineration spell poured out one by one.

The body of the monk of the Ghost King Sect trembled, and he felt a strange power burning his blood in his body.

He had seen the tragic deaths of the Shadow Guild's killers before, so he had been secretly on guard, but he didn't expect to be hit.

But fortunately, now he just feels that the spiritual power and blood in his body are boiling, and he hasn't really burned yet.

He hurriedly ran the exercises to suppress the boiling qi and blood, and after a few breaths, the qi, blood and spiritual power in his body were no longer boiling.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Yan Moyu coughed violently twice, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

"Yan Moyu, you really don't want to die, your body is in this situation, if you use this trick again, you will die!"

Yu Wanhuan was shocked, she didn't expect Yan Moyu to be so desperate, and she didn't hesitate to urge the Blood Burning Spell to block the other party.

Although Yan Moyu temporarily blocked the other party, the price was that the injuries in his body became more serious, and he only blocked a strong man from the Ghost King Sect, so how could he block the remaining dozen or so Ghost King Sect powerhouses, even if he didn't want to use the Blood Burning Spell, how many times could he use it with his physical condition?

Elder Shi Yu was also restrained by the perverts and others, the perverts were very smart, they knew that even the dead would not be able to kill Shi Yu together, so they only restricted Shi Yu's actions, so that he could not take care of Yan Moyu and them.

"Dongfang Zilin, you show him to me!"

At this time, Yu Duhuan could no longer continue to sacrifice Yan Moyu like this.

This guy, all he thinks about is how to sacrifice for her, but why never asks her if he needs to sacrifice like this?

Could it be that he really felt that he had no use for anything?

Although Dongfang Zilin didn't understand why Yu Duanhuan suddenly said such a sentence, after hearing Yu Duanhuan's words, she still subconsciously protected Yan Moyu.

"This time, it's my turn."

Yu Duhuan took a deep breath, Yan Moyu would protect her at all costs, even regardless of her serious injuries, wouldn't she be?

In this fantasy world, she only has Yan Moyu, and how can she be willing to let Yan Moyu sacrifice like this again and again?

Forcibly boost her own power, and so will she!

Although she has now given up her identity, she is the princess of the Yellow Springs world, but she is a royal family of another world higher than this dimensional world!

"Boom!"

Yu Jianhuan slapped her chest violently, and a burst of flames suddenly erupted on her body, and at the same time, a huge force that could not be ignored erupted on Yu Jianhuan's body!

Yu Wanhuan, whose momentum had skyrocketed, jumped up, and her fist smashed towards a strong man of the Ghost King Sect.

Although the power that Yu Duanhuan suddenly burst out was surprising, but in the eyes of that person, Yu Duanhuan was just a weak person in the opening period, although what Yan Moyu had done in the world before was impossible not to pay attention to, but he had never heard of what power this woman had. Although the monk of the Ghost King Sect did not dodge or dodge, he slapped Yu Duhuan with a palm, and the vast spiritual power pressed over like a mountain and a sea, and the terrifying power he exuded was almost suffocating.

But an unexpected situation happened, a golden-red flame suddenly erupted during Yu Duanhuan's life, and Yu Duanhuan, who was covered in fire, waved his backhand, and the majestic spiritual power emitted by the other party was quickly burned out by the flame after bombarding the flames on Yu Duanhuan's body.

The powerhouse of the Ghost King Sect obviously didn't expect that his palm would be blocked, but his seemingly confident palm before put him in an extremely dangerous situation, because at this time, Yu Duhuan was only about a zhang away from him.

Facing Yu Duhuan, did this strong man of the Ghost King Sect leave?

Apparently not!

Almost at this moment, Yu Duhuan's fist was about to smash into the face of the Ghost King Sect's powerhouse.

"You're thinking too simply, how could you hurt me?"

The monk of the Ghost King Sect roared, and his majestic spiritual power protected his body, and he actually wanted to use his strong spiritual power to directly crash into Yu Duanhuan's fist!

"Boom!"

Yu Duhuan's punch smashed hard into the other party's body, although the other party blocked it with his strong spiritual power, but the huge shock also shook him to pieces, and his head seemed to explode.

But now Yu Duanhuan is angry, plus it is now a battle of life and death, her fist is almost crazy and constantly bombarding that monk of the Ghost King Sect, and this monk's talisman Qi finally shattered after withstanding Yu Duanhuan's hundreds of bombardments, and his body was also smashed into pieces under Yu Duanhuan's fist.

"Poof!"

A long knife suddenly appeared on Yu Qianhuan's chest, and immediately blood flowed from Yu Qianhuan's wound!

"Dust!"

"Silica dust!"

"Senior Sister Sichen!"

At that long knife that pierced Yu Duanhuan's heart, Yan Moyu, Dongfang Zilin, and Venus couldn't help but scream loudly.

If it weren't for the fact that the current Yan Moyu really didn't have the strength to fight again, and even needed to be supported by Venus and Dongfang Zilin to barely stand, he would have broken the body of the injured Yu Duhuan into thousands of pieces, making him worse than dead!

However, at this time, Yu Duhuan didn't seem to feel the pain of a sword piercing her heart, she slowly turned her head, and her cold eyes made the monk of the Ghost King Sect who had attacked her behind just now couldn't help but shudder.

"It's just the cultivation of the Enlightenment Period, how can it put so much pressure on me?"

The monk of the Ghost King Sect was horrified in his heart.

When the other party pulled out the long knife that pierced Yu Qianhuan's heart, and wanted to give Yu Jianhuan a fatal blow, suddenly-

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the cloudless sky, followed by a continuous stream of lightning and thunder, and the whole sky seemed to become a world of thunder and lightning.

Those monks of the Ghost King Sect all looked at the sky with incredible expressions, how could the sky that was still windy and sunny just now suddenly lightning and thunder?

"Thunder Nine Heavens, it's the Thunder Nine Heavens of the Infinite Sword Sect, and the big shots of the Infinite Sword Sect are coming!"

The pervert who saw this was shocked.