"Ah, it hurts, it hurts. Boy, stop. "After the Venerable Thunder increased the power of the thunder and lightning, the Soul Ancestor always felt that his consciousness was in a state of confusion, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

"Don't make noise, I'm also an ancestor-level figure, I can't stand this pain. Why don't you buy a piece of tofu and hit your head to death. Venerable Xinglei looked at the Soul Ancestor with disgust and scolded with disdain.

"The junior is presumptuous. "The Soul Ancestor was furious, and transformed into a giant eagle, with metallic claws, roaring towards the front door of the Venerable Thunder.

Just now, when he fought with the Spirit Witch Venerable, although the fight was extremely miserable, he always blamed his origin for being suppressed and not being able to exert the strength of his headquarters.

Now, it is also because of the suppression and prohibition for a long time, and the aura of heaven and earth is so thin that the replenishment of energy can no longer catch up with the consumption of energy, so it was broken by the Spirit Witch Venerable a few times.

After the Soul Ancestor lifted the suppression, he thought that from now on, the sky would be high and the birds would fly, and the sea would be wide and the fish would leap. Who would have thought that he would be forced to such a point by two juniors. Soul Origin is in danger of being refined. This couldn't help but make him anxious.

Although all these years, he has been looking for souls of the same origin to repair his injuries. However, souls of the same origin are so easy to find. Therefore, over the years, in addition to leaving behind part of the inheritance of the Soul Clan, the recovery from his injuries is almost minimal.

Moreover, because the Soul Ancestor himself was suspicious, when he carried out the inheritance of the Soul Clan, he only taught some of the Soul Clan's skins. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the disciples of the Soul Valley to be so poor.

Now, the Soul Valley has encountered a great disaster, but there is no one who can be used, and the highest strength except for him, Ou Bolong, under Mo Xiaochuan's Hongmeng Great Mudra, the Heavenly Machine Trapped Dragon, was abolished and cultivated without even having room for resistance. Now, he is facing the danger of being tempered, and there is no one who can step forward to help him.

Therefore, the Soul Ancestor could only do his best to exert all his skills in an attempt to earn a glimmer of life.

Seeing that the cold iron claws of the Soul Ancestor continued to enlarge in the eyes of the Thunder Venerable, the Thunder Venerable did not panic, and opened his mouth to spit out a dark purple thunderbolt with a slight gray energy, and the Plum Moon Thunder exploded.

Mei Yue's thunder exploded, crackling, and the lightning flashed, slashing at the cold iron claws of the Soul Venerable.

And the Spirit Witch Venerable also flew up, and his hand emitted a mysterious and mysterious energy, witchcraft, and soul locking. It was directly on the head of the Soul Ancestor.

On the head of the giant eagle transformed by the Servant Soul Ancestor, there was a halo of golden brilliance on it, and the golden aura of light continued to penetrate into the mind of the Servant Soul Ancestor. Trying to lock his mind.

The Soul Ancestor desperately wanted to get rid of the control of the golden brilliance aperture, but the golden brilliance aperture was like a maggot attached to the bones, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he tried all means.

And at this time, the Mei Yue Thunder Explosion of the Thunder Venerable had also slashed towards the cold iron eagle claws that the Soul Ancestor had conjured. The Plum Moon Thunderblast collided with the Cold Iron Eagle's Claw, and the Plum Moon Thunderblast turned into a lightning chain, clinging to the surface of the Cold Iron Eagle's Claw, circling towards the giant eagle's body.

And in the center of the Meiyue Thunder Explosion emitted by the Xinglei Venerable, a terrifying suction force was emitted, pulling the Soul Ancestor towards the refining array.

The Soul Ancestor endured two attacks, and his consciousness was also transformed between sobriety and confusion. The body shot towards the refining array uncontrollably.

The tempered soul power in the refining array was originally the same origin as the Soul Ancestor, so there was no way for the Soul Ancestor to get rid of this lock no matter what.

After the golden halo of light on the head of the Servant Soul Ancestor disappeared, his sea of consciousness finally regained his consciousness. The moment the serving ancestor sobered up, the cold sweat on his forehead was already flowing down like a waterfall.

At this moment, he was only a little more than a meter away from the refining circle.

The horror of refining the magic circle, he can clearly know the origin soul energy that has been refined. Even if he gets inside, it will definitely be a life-and-death situation. At most, he can hold on a little longer, but is that interesting?

Breaking free and escaping is a thought that has always existed when the Soul Ancestor was liberated from being suppressed. Now it's getting hotter and hotter.

"The secret art of serving the soul, the origin burns. "Soul Serving Ancestor, with a low voice, his whole body suddenly contracted sharply.

The Meiyue Thunder Explosion that was climbing up completely enveloped the Soul Ancestor in an instant. Then a dense power grid was formed, and the Soul Ancestor was dragged towards the refining array.

Seeing that the ball of light was about to be dragged into the refining array, there was a sudden "hiss", and the power grid was torn apart, and the Soul Ancestor shrunk into a ball, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the sky.

The secret technique of serving the soul, the origin burns, and with the help of the power of thunder and fire, it is more powerful than it is usually used.

The Soul Ancestor is still secretly rejoicing, he escaped today, and if he has the chance, he will definitely double it back. Then they sacrificed their souls into slaves, for him to drive day and night, and not to be detached.

He took one last look at Xinglei and Lingwu. It's as if I want to imprint the image of the two of them deeply in my heart.

"You can go back to me. Suddenly, a cold voice rang out in the sky. Where the voice fell, a large handprint covering the sky rose out of thin air, and the palm of the hand was full of dense sleepy words.

The sky is trapped and the dragon is bound, and Mo Xiaochuan has arrived.

As soon as Mo Xiaochuan arrived at the place where the fierce battle was fierce, he found that the Soul Ancestor had broken free from the Mei Yue Thunder Explosion Net of the Thunder Venerable and fled into the distance. So he directly threw away a heavenly trapped dragon binding, and beat the soul ancestor who was about to escape.

In the process of his whereabouts, the Soul Ancestor saw the arrival of Mo Xiaochuan, this cultivator was even younger than the two just now. Moreover, the cultivation is not much different. Moreover, this group of trapped people's big handprints completely knocked his hope of escape to the bottom.

Damn, is Lao Tzu guilty of Tai Sui this year? It's unreasonable to memorize the idea, and besides, it's still declining to the extreme. Especially when he was beaten by the three juniors, he lost his temper, which was the most depressing place for the Soul Ancestor.

However, now is not the best time to be depressed. Because, he was about to fall into the tempering circle again. He didn't have the confidence to be able to escape a second time. The escape just now had already caused him to lose a lot of energy. Therefore, he had to escape when he fell into the Tempering Circle again.

The Soul Servant Ancestor used all his strength to resist the huge suction of the origin power in the refining array, while secretly observing the surrounding situation. Look for an opportunity to get out.

At this time, the chaotic and noisy footsteps in front of him made the eyes of the Soul Ancestor light up.

Here's your chance.

(End of chapter)