The big golden characters seem to be full of the spirit of the writer, and the light reflects the heavens in the flickering light, revealing a strong coercion, imprinted on the sea of Nangong Fanzhi.

Nangong Fan was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself, and vaguely a magnificent man with a golden crown seemed to appear in front of him, holding a weak and powerless Allure woman in his arms with powerful hands, looking up to the sky and letting out a monstrous roar, and countless black marks spread all over the sky.

"Yaoji, without you, what's the use of wanting this world alone?"

The Allure woman's eyes were tightly closed, her pale face was lifeless, but despite this, the Allure's face still exuded a unique charm, holy and friendly to nature, and her slender rabbit-like ears loomed between the hair, hanging down and over the top of her head.

"Reincarnation, open it for me!"

"Oh my God, you also want to stop Lonely, get out!"

Heaven and earth collapsed, a purple thunder ran through the whole picture like a spear, and a road full of mist loomed between heaven and earth.

The picture in front of him gradually blurred, and everything was no longer real, as if all the pictures were just his imagination.

Is that a fantasy? That charming face is like a flower withering in the most beautiful season, and that majestic man who stands up to the heavens and defies the way of heaven and is omnipotent, is it really pure fantasy?

Before Nangong Fan could wake up from the domineering of the great man scolding Fang Xuan, Soul Tian's gloomy face appeared in front of him, and as soon as he pointed out, a vague corridor loomed at his fingertips.

The corridor was empty, exuding a strange suction, and the ghosts around Nangong Fan roared and turned into wisps of gray and escaped into it.

A vague figure appeared on the corridor, and the corridor exuded endless majesty and pressed straight towards Nangong Fan.

"The ghost town is vast, and the road of reincarnation is far away. ”

"The ghost town is still there, and the soul is back!"

Soul Heaven made a strange sound, but it could make people understand the meaning, and the corridor slowly ran through the center of Nangong Fan's eyebrows, and the black mist was entwined and rolled on it with an indescribable eerie aura.

Nangong Fan seemed to see the picture again, and finally the road that ran through heaven and earth in the mist.

Nangong Fan's eyebrows bulged outward slightly, and a strange suction force became more intense as the fingertip corridor of Soul Heaven approached, and the inexplicable breath rolled, the sea of consciousness boiled, and the soul seemed to be about to leave the body and go to the path of reincarnation.

The blue soul stood in the middle of the tumbling sea of knowledge, his face was a little strange, this feeling was faintly familiar, it seemed that he had felt it not far in the past, although he had no memory, but this feeling was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

It's just that in the attack of the soul sky, that familiar feeling is almost inaudible, and if it weren't for the fact that people who don't know this kind of aura will directly ignore this faint breath.

Nangong Fan didn't have time to think about where he had seen this mysterious and strange aura, Soul Tian's fingertips were only a fist away from the center of his eyebrows, and the cold aura on it could already be clearly felt.

The Black Dragon Sword trembled lightly and stabbed straight in the direction where the Soul Heaven was, at this time, it was more like the Divine Sword that was surrounded by boundless demonic power to control people and exert great power. It trembled at an extremely high frequency, making people unable to see its traces clearly, and the trilling sound and the sound of the sword groaning, in a trance, resounded between heaven and earth like a dragon's groan.

The many ghosts looming on the corridor prostrate slightly, and the corridor trembled slightly, showing signs of collapse.

"Long Wei?" Soul Tian frowned slightly, but his fingers didn't stop at all, even if it was Long Wei who acted on the soul? Nangong Fan's strength was his hard injury, how could Nangong Fan, who was still struggling to fight a powerful ghost, fight the nine powerful ghosts to protect himself, and his own strength reached the pinnacle of this realm?

No matter how many bells and whistles Nangong Fan has, how unexpected it is, he will do it with all his might!

At this point, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline a touch of sarcasm, and his fingertips surged with gray and condensed spiritual power, who thought that he who abandoned his body and did not have spiritual power would be very wrong, there have been many people who have been severely struck by him under his false mask.

It's just that now, a little guy whose strength barely reaches the Martial Saint, how can he still use his deliberate planning, and then use his own strength to suddenly explode and cause a leap in strength to win?

This strange power is somewhat similar to spiritual power, it doesn't seem to be strong, but it just lingers in the fingertips, and it seems to be a lot weaker than the person Nangong Fan fought before, whose whole body boils at every turn.

Nangong Fan's face changed greatly, and the power that was completely condensed into a force was something he couldn't do even if he consumed the strength to eat milk now.

What seems to be a turbulent battle on weekdays is actually a lot of spiritual power consumed in the void, and Soul Heaven, which seems to be an extremely simple hand, is difficult for many legendary-level powerhouses to do.

Spiritual power is surging in the body, and in the fragile dantian, who dares to easily mess around in the body? A mistake, with the power of the sudden explosion of spiritual power, it is as easy as an explosion in the body to explode the body with a "bang".

There was an evil smile on the corner of Soul Tian's mouth, and his already gloomy face, shrouded in black mist, looked like a demon who came from hell to ask for his life.

A mighty aura emanated from Soul Heaven's body, and the faint aura between heaven and earth surged in unison with Soul Heaven as the center.

The divine power that Nangong Fan covered around his body was squeezed into his body by a terrifying coercion. The formless and colorless aura, at this time, the waves visible to the naked eye of Nangong Fan formed a huge vortex in mid-air, pouring into the corridor.

The illusory corridor became more and more solid, as if it were substance, and the looming ghosts stood up from the trembling as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, the ghost sound was pervasive, and the green eyes became deeper and more ferocious.

The whirlpool blew away the black clouds that filled the air, and a glimmer of light reappeared between heaven and earth.

Wisps of holy white moonlight shine down through the gaps, reflecting on the surface of the Moon Lake, the blood-colored lake, rippling with ripples, and it looks as beautiful as amber under the red light.

At this time, Nangong Fan was not in the mood to enjoy this charming scenery.

In the moonlit night, it is the home of the soul, and he has no chance of winning, and under the light of the moonlight, he can no longer even see his vitality.

In the face of Soul Tian's fierce blow, if it was Nangong Fan who was in charge of his body at this time, he would naturally try his best to avoid the edge even if he had to pay a certain amount of injury, and this kind of attack was not something he could resist at all.

Unfortunately, the fierce power surging between heaven and earth made his body stiff and his movements extremely slow, and his right hand, which was the only one that moved freely, did not seem to be a part of his body, and did not listen to his call at all.

The Black Dragon Sword, which had just finished digesting a full meal, smelled the fragrance of food again, but he didn't expect to be able to let go of eating just after awakening, and couldn't help but cheer like a child.

The black dragon sword was like a real black dragon at this time, the slight sword groan resounded through the heavens and the earth, not suppressed by the heaven and earth, swaying his thin but extremely sharp body, drawing a black mark in the air that blended into the moonlit night, carrying the sharp blood-colored sword, controlling Nangong Fan's right hand holding the sword, roaring towards the corridor without avoiding it.

If it weren't for the extraordinary excitement of the Black Dragon Sword at this time, Nangong Fan estimated that even this only smooth right hand would be suppressed by the legendary-level powerhouse pulling heaven and earth.

I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse?

"Boom".

A deafening sound rang out at the place where the Black Dragon Sword collided with the long corridor.

If someone looks down in the sky at this time, they can see a black mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

The black smoke rolled mercilessly, covering everything near the collision, even if the soul wind was not very far away, it was not real, but despite this, the soul wind did not have a trace of worry, no matter how you looked at it, the soul sky did not have the slightest possibility of losing.

There was a fierce collision sound in the black fog.

Soul Wind couldn't help but wonder in his eyes, it stands to reason that Senior Brother shouldn't crush Kurosawa, why is there such a violent fighting voice?

Nangong Fan was not as violently impacted as expected in the collision, and the excited Black Dragon Sword blocked the aftermath from the black light that spontaneously rose.

Nangong Fan was under the protection of the black light, like a bystander who had nothing to do with the war watching a leisurely farce.

To tell the truth, Nangong Fan was a little confused, how could he fight, but he, the master, got out of the war?

In fact, in a sense, he was not completely out of the war, at least from the scene, he still provided his precious right hand.

The black dragon sword without the slightest reservation, a terrifying blood glow appeared on its body, and the faint dragon power also disappeared.

At the moment of collision, the invisible restraints on Nangong Fan's body disappeared.

With the turbulence of the collision, Nangong Fan took a few steps back slightly, and was able to detect the divine power of Zhihai, and slightly poked out his eyebrows, sensing the still vigorous momentum not far away.

The divine power that poked out of the eyebrows was torn apart by the messy environment around him in an instant, and there were bursts of pain in Nangong Fan's eyebrows, and he gritted his teeth slightly, and at the same time moved forward against the tumbling airflow, he lifted all the remaining spiritual power in his body and poured it into the black dragon sword, so that the black dragon sword had a stronger power and struck towards the direction where the soul heaven he had locked.

Nangong Fan suddenly felt that being a sword slave was not as bad as he imagined.

The messy but fierce wind blew on Nangong Fan's body, as if countless people were resisting Nangong Fan's advance.

At the moment of the collision, the soul heaven also withdrew his divine thoughts, and he, who cherished his feathers, was unwilling to use his divine power to take the risk of attacking Nangong Fan's Zhihai, for fear that Nangong Fan, who obviously also had a good divine cultivation realm, would attack him before he died.

Although the divine power and the soul are not the slightest similar, but they are closely related, the strength of the soul will bring the strength of the divine power, and vice versa, but it is good to lose the divine power normally, if you accidentally hurt the root, it is a great damage to the soul.

The soul power of divine cultivation is not like the spiritual power of spiritual cultivation, like digging a well in the body, even after using up, it can absorb the spiritual energy in the heaven and earth and refill the well water.

Soul power is more like a one-time consumable, but the amount of this consumable is a bit large, for divine cultivation, the soul is the root of the fundamental, and every trace of soul power is extremely important, which determines how far you can go on this path.

Therefore, unless necessary, spiritual cultivation rarely uses the most powerful and life-fighting way to "close hand-to-hand combat". Always use spiritual cultivation methods such as ghost cultivation techniques and formations to decide the winner, and even life and death.

Wounds on the flesh are very easy to heal and can be healed in just time. And the wound of the soul, if you want to heal it, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.