In a unique way, the soul power is condensed into a certain amplitude and released, cutting through the enemy's spiritual realm like a knife.

She tried to learn.

She will do what the little leader of the burial crow does.

She comprehended another of the Golden Pupil's abilities - imitation.

Before, it was perspective and scanning, now it is analysis and imitation. Ye Luo was pleasantly surprised to find that his extreme gold divine body, as well as the accompanying extreme gold double pupils, were really rare treasures. She had a whim, now that she has the fiery eyes of Sun Wukong, will she have another golden hoop stick?

Ye Luo's soul power is golden.

In a few seconds, she imitated the soul power sound attack of the burial crow. Fight back.

The difference is that the Burial Crow's soul power sound attack is colorless, while Ye Luo's soul power sound attack is golden. Colorless collides with gold, and the victory must be golden.

"Ahh

The center of the eyebrows of the little leader of the burial crow was cut into by Ye Luo's golden soul power, and it began to bleed, at first it was just a small blood streak, and then it converged into a blood line. The golden soul power was like a blade, churning at the center of its eyebrows, cutting and raging.

After a while, the sea of souls of the little leader of the burial crows was scrapped, his eyes burst out, and his soul fell to the ground from mid-air, dying.

Ye Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the wet sweat in her palms showed how nervous she was.

This was her first attempt at fighting in terms of spiritual power.

The results were encouraging.

"Sister—"

Ye Gucheng covered his eyebrows, frowned on a Zhengtai face, and stood up from the ground. He felt like he was concussed, staggering, and his steps were vain.

It can be seen that the spiritual attack is more deadly than the ** attack.

Ye Luo took out an elixir that replenished soul power and gave it to Ye Gucheng, and he only got a little better. On the other side, Yan Xi had already single-handedly killed the little leader of a sixth-order mad warrior, and Bai Qi and Bai Xiaomeng were in a bitter battle, if it weren't for the two of them having a unicorn arm, it is estimated that they would have been defeated a long time ago.

Seeing this scene, Ye Luo once again activated the soul power ripples, condensed the soul power into a blade with a certain amplitude, and attacked towards the little burial crow leader of the Bai Qi brothers and sisters.

"Yikes! Yikes! ”

After two sharp screams, the little leader of the burial crow who fought against the Bai Qi brothers and sisters was bleeding from his eyebrows, and his soul poster was dead.

"Huh? Why did it die all of a sudden? ”

Bai Xiaomeng stared at the corpse on the ground with a surprised expression, "Could it be that you were tired and died violently?" ”

Bai Qi rubbed his sister's head, but his grateful gaze drifted to Yan Xi: "Thank you."

Yan Xi's face was confused: "I didn't make a move."

He just watched silently. He likes to fight alone, and rarely meddles in other people's battles.

"Yes." Bai Qihu frowned suspiciously, it wasn't Yan Xi, who was that.

Except for Yan Xi of the Seventh-Order Mad Samurai, who else could make the little leader of the Burial Crow of the Sixth-Order Mad Samurai die violently? It can't be Cousin Luo, she's just a third-order mad warrior, and her cultivation level is the same.

Bai Xiaomeng shook his claws: "If it wasn't Senior Brother Yan's shot, then it must be exhausted."

Ye Luo hooked his lips and smiled, not bothering to explain.

After all, with spiritual and soul power, there are very few people who cultivate. Even if she did, they wouldn't necessarily understand.

"We've wiped out the crows outside the cemetery, so let's go inside. There are still 30,000 burial crows waiting for us. Ye Luo raised his hand and began to summon his teammates.