Shen Zhiyue clenched the waves, at this moment, her heart had a huge fluctuation, she felt that this soul warden was so hateful, just for her own perverted preferences, to torture a person like this.

"Do you want to live?" Shen Zhiyue asked the shepherd boy.

The shepherd boy replied, "My grandfather wants me to live." ”

Shen Zhiyue drew his sword out of the sheath, but it was not broken, and the sword light came out with it, directly passing through the heart of the shepherd boy.

The shepherd boy's eyes widened, but he didn't react.

As the shepherd boy fell to the ground, there was a sound of footsteps in the already quiet stone room, and a soft humming tune, which he heard when he first saw the shepherd boy that day.

"Hmm~ What a fast sword, what a gorgeous way to die, the only imperfection is that it is too easy to die."

This is a sharp man's voice, how to listen to how perverted.

After the shepherd boy's corpse, a man gradually appeared, dressed in a black robe, with a pale complexion, in his thirties, with slender fox eyes.

Ling Yaofeng had already recovered from the surprise brought by Shen Zhiyue's sword, and after seeing the man in front of him, he understood her intentions.

It's just that this soul warden is far from the level that he and Shen Zhiyue can deal with, this kind of old thing that is beyond the cultivation realm, and only with two more upper cultivators should be able to fight a tie with him.

"But how can you kill my doll without permission?" The man changed his tone and looked at Shen Zhiyue and the others gloomily.

He pinched a brush made of bones in his hand, and made a few strokes in the air, which became a sigil that fell on the dead shepherd boy and formed a new brand.

A wisp of remnant soul appeared on the table with the huge tablet, followed by the voice of the rickety old man, "Please, sir, spare my grandson, it's been forty years!" ”

"How can you let go of such a playful physique? Aren't you creatures meant to be entertained? The man touched his chin and stared at the shepherd boy who had been branded again.

Shen Zhiyue couldn't hold back any longer, she took out her sword and stabbed directly at the Soul Warden, taking advantage of his subconscious defense, she scooped up the little shepherd boy and put it behind Ling Yaofeng.

"You! Look for death! Anger appeared on the soul warden's face, and the bone pen quickly drew a knot, and the seal quickly turned into thousands of souls, rushing towards Shen Zhiyue.

Shen Zhiyue herself had neither telepathic power nor domain power, and the aura formed by the huge soul directly shattered the barrier provided by the waves, knocking her whole person out and slamming it into the huge tablet.

Bang!

Shen Zhiyue heard a click, and didn't know where the bone was broken.

When that large number of souls rushed in, Ling Yaofeng had already used his domain power to prop up a domain force barrier, but he didn't expect that the power of thousands of souls would break through them so easily.

"Do you know what a Soul Warden is? Prison Path Dead Souls, what are you? The Soul Warden looked down at the two who had fallen to the ground, his eyes full of disdain.

He raised his other hand and pinched a wisp of the old man's remnant soul, which turned into a small human form and knelt in the hand of the soul warden, kowtowing incessantly.

"It's you ants who want to shake the mountains, do you think that if you sacrifice your own ridiculous soul and condense into a living soul blood array and break through the realm, that little ghost will be able to escape from the palm of my hand?"

The soul warden raised a smile, but there was endless cruelty in his eyes, he shook his palm suddenly, and the remnant soul of the old man was dissolved in the cry of thousands of souls.