The bloody villain is like grasping the last straw, struggling at the bottom of the pool, and the melted soul is gradually recovering, if others see it, they will be amazed, why such a strange appearance happened.

Once the soul is damaged, it is basically difficult to heal for life, but at this moment, it is beyond imagination, the melting soul is slowly gathering, but the speed is not comparable to the speed of melting.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that in less than a cup of tea, Yang Wei will have to die with his soul, and the destructive power of that soul is too terrifying.

Wisps of dim light shone in the body of the three-inch villain, at first glance, it turned out to be the black particles after devouring the soul of the other world, and the light that bloomed at this moment maintained that touch of vitality, but it was just a drop in the bucket, to no avail.

The cloud in the abdomen was suddenly greatly damaged, pierced by the white thunder, vanished, and turned into dust, although there was still a little vitality of raw rice, but unfortunately it could not trap the meaning of death.

I thought that Longyou was caught in the shallow water by the shrimp play, and was relieved by the scorched death caused by the clouds, and once again made waves, and the general trend was about to rise, but as soon as he felt the milky white thunder, he was suddenly committed, and fled in a hurry in his body.

But as soon as he wanted to escape from his abdomen, he seemed to be aware of the horror of the outside world, so he could only curl up in his body, and he didn't dare to run around at all. It's a pity that the breath of white thunder is very terrifying, and the soul can only delay for a moment or two. The meaning of death seems to be aware of something, under the nest, how can there be no eggs, and they are even vertical and horizontal, resisting the milky thunder of the outside world together.

The death implication released in the soul is only slightly blocked, and it does not play a key role at all, and the particles in the body are a little dim after being dazzling again and again.

The milky white pool water that burst into the abdomen also flourished, spreading towards all corners of the soul, and became a ball with the dead intent.

The Youhuang in mid-air turned a blind eye, still looking around, the mountain peaks were like a knife's face, the cliffs had mottled yellow spots, white, and the roaring thunder dragon on the top of the mountain had already escaped into the nine heavens, looking at the Youhuang with a tiger's eye, with fear in his eyes, not daring to approach at all.

Suddenly, the Youhuang body moved, and he actually rushed straight to the pool at the top of the mountain, and with a pop, he had already fallen into the pool.

Roar Roar Roar ......

The splashing waves tore towards the Youhuang violently, the Youhuang didn't look at it, he didn't care, let it be used, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes flashed, and the figure went towards the bottom of the pool, with a touch of joy in his eyes, it was a small cloud-like flower, growing in this weird pool.

It's so weird, in such a terrifying place, there are even other creatures that can survive, and I have to sigh the tenacity of life.

The small flower has about five petals, extremely white, the petals are not big, and they are only less than a square inch, quietly rooted at the bottom of the pool, and the trace of milky white thunder turned into a trace of emulsion, which was swallowed by it, making the five petals a little brighter.

The Youhuang pinched his fingers, and with a bang, the small flower as white as jade suddenly became several zhang large, revealing the surface of the pool, and the five petals rotated like a big gear, the speed was extremely fast, making a sizzling sound, surging towards the Youhuang, extremely terrifying.

The petals rotate extremely fast, forming five whirlpools in the pool, twisting the world upside down, a large amount of milky white pool water splashed a strange thunder, hitting the already narrow peak rock wall, countless gravel fell, and the sound of bottoming could not be heard.

With a cold snort, a pair of shadows were silent, like a probe for something, ignoring the terrifying swirling petals, interspersed through the five gears, as for rushing to himself, trying to swallow his own pool, turning a blind eye, not half a point of eye-to-eye, mocking eyes, click,

The half-foot-long stem vein was pinched in the middle by two fingers, gently pulled, and uprooted, and the five gears stirred the arms, but unfortunately it was like a stuck shell, and it couldn't turn.

The Youhuang snorted coldly, and the white flower screamed violently, instantly turning into less than an inch in size, as thin as an ant, spasmodizing at the fingertips, and even made a sound, "Spare my life, please spare my life." ”

Just now, Xiaohua borrowed the power of the pond water, the waves were turbulent, and she resisted, as for the pool water that bound Yang Wei's soul, they all relaxed and rushed to the Youhuang, but unfortunately they were unable to return to the sky.

With a bang, two inches of soul rushed out of the water, but there was nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air, and they fell into the water again.

The soul whimpered, and seemed powerless to struggle, and the strength of the fight seemed so pale and ridiculous, that it fell into the pool again, and began to dissolve again.

However, the strange thing is that in the process of painful struggle, although the soul was melted more and more small, Yang Wei deeply felt a sense of solidity, the soul seemed to be more urgent, and the melted part was obviously the weakest part of the soul, the most mixed place, to remove the essence.

But the price is also afraid, the soul is getting weaker and weaker, the immortality is getting weaker and weaker, the black particles in the body seem to be a little shriveled and weak, the light has disappeared, and the speed of soul disfusion is still accelerating.

The soul has nowhere to exert its strength, it is already weak, unable to struggle, even the death will is also clear to the public, the black cloud dissipates, into the soul, abruptly, a death intention through the soul, conveyed out, but unfortunately this pool of water is a dead thing, even if there is a little spirituality, there is no fear of death.

The soul became smaller and smaller, and gradually floated from the pool, Yang Wei fell into powerlessness, and the sleeping demon opened its big black mouth and slowly pulled him into the abyss.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the dark phantom grasped it, and the small white flower in his hand had no time to scream, and it was already in ashes, leaving only a snow-white thing.

With a flick of his fingers, the bloody villain's small mouth opened slightly, and as soon as the snow white entered its mouth, it turned into a thick vitality and poured into the whole body, and the bloody breath gushed out and rose to the sky, like a fountain.

The three-inch villain's hissing cry, the milky white power of thunder finally had a feeling, the power was too frightening before, and it directly dissolved the pain of the soul.

And now, because of the devouring of the little white flower, everything seems to have changed, and the little flower has turned into a warm current, which is scattered in the soul, and the warm current nourishes all corners of the soul.

The soul did not continue to melt, but glowed with wisps of white light, the bloody villain fell into the pool, and the white thunder spirit surged into Yang Wei's soul, squeezing out dense holes one by one, merging into it, and then the whole soul hissed exhausted, and the two-inch villain instantly swelled.

Three-inch ......

Four-inch ......

Five-inch ......

The speed has not decreased at all, and he has grown into a big fat boy, Yang Wei at this moment is like a * barrel that wants to expand and explode, and the blood color on the surface of his body gradually fades due to expansion, like a white ball, and the surface is inlaid with a few strands of blood-red silk.

The full pool water was a little shallower, the white thunder on the surface flickered, and due to Yang Wei's flutter, countless milky white thunderbolts splashed out and fell into the mountain stream.

Each sputter of milky white thunder contains infinite terror inside, and the power inside is infinite, and the golden thunder cannot shake the slightest gravel, all of which are like silver pings exploding under the milky white thunder.

For a time, the mountain resounded continuously, spread to thousands of miles away, the Huang family was like an earthquake, the entire ground floor was shaking, and the buildings on the ground were like a woke giant, slowly leaning around, the tables, chairs, benches, and a series of objects in the house, poured, crooked, horizontally and vertically, and even a lot of jade bottles, jade cups, saucers, pots and jars fell, and shattered into a piece.

Huang Tingyan was shocked, a long howl shook the whole heaven and earth, swallowed clouds and spitted fog, majestic mountains and rivers, the sound shook the world, and made people panic, and now this earthquake, does it symbolize a bad omen.

And that extremely extraordinary came from the Thunder Ancestral Land, could it be that something happened there, when I thought of this, I suddenly thought of Yang Wei, a young man who had just entered.

At the beginning, I tried my best to get into it, but now that I have just entered it, there is such a big chain reaction, not everything is made by this person. But as soon as I thought of this, I had to frown, a Jindan boy, can he have this ability? Slowly shook his head, thinking again and again, he couldn't deal with the symptoms.

The figure flickered, and it was already heading straight towards the ancestral land.

At this moment, in the land of thunder, one figure after another rushed out from the mountains, and it was a person who had cultivated his body with the power of thunder, for many years, but it was far away from the place where Yang Wei was, without exception.

In the ancestral land of the Huang family, within the purple barrier, there are rows of frugal thatched houses, some years, many places have collapsed, and there are traces of many repairs.

In the room, a figure walked out, almost all of them were white-eyed and hairless, full of temples, and looked old-fashioned, only a few were still childish.

Looking at each other, there was a little surprise in their eyes, and with a burst of gathering, there were no less than thirty old men, who came out of the purple barrier one after another, and rushed out towards the land of thunder.

Whew......

There were rows of figures erected in the sky, and the first three were the three elders Yang Wei had seen before, all of them with solemn faces, "Wanzhang Peak, I didn't expect that there was a problem with Wanzhang Peak." ”

"Wanzhang Peak, that place is extremely mysterious, for generations, no one has been able to enter it, and now there is such an accident, is there some great opportunity, or crisis?"

"You guys retreat first! This place is extremely extraordinary, the barrier set up at the beginning is not at all within the reach of our ants, such a place, I don't know who set it, our clan has prospered because of this place, but the Wanzhang Peak in this place has not been able to penetrate. ”

"Hezu, why be so arrogant, in this forgotten land, our clan is also one of the few top forces, not weaker than any of them. A year old, the radical rhetoric retorted.

"Crazy life, don't retreat, what do you know, the land of oblivion is just the size of a palm, the land of projectiles, the aura is thin, our remnants are just a crippled dog, and the land of the upper realm is the real land of chance. ”

The madness is silent, although he is not afraid of the other families in the Forgotten Land, but he is still full of awe of this world, among the ten thousand worlds, Oblivion is an abandoned land, it is obvious to all, not to mention the lack of resources, the race is inferior.