With the condensation of yin qi, the soul of the calendar is obviously growing, and at this moment, even the left path that has opened the yin eye has fallen into a bit of a disadvantage.

"Ice Soul Sword."

With a loud roar, Zuo Dao used the yin energy of his whole body, and slashed at the transparent body floating in the air with a sword, which was majestic and powerful, long and long, and slashed with an arc of black aura.

The soul that came out of the bluestone coffin, in this golden tomb, not only was not disturbed by the golden light, but suppressed the golden light, and the entire tomb became dim.

In the face of the Extreme Yin Sword of the Left Dao, the soul of the past did not retreat but advanced, and spat out people's words, this soul burial coffin is obviously not an ordinary person.

The sword of the ice soul can freeze the devil and freeze the earth, but in front of this historical soul, it looks weak!

"Whew..."

The cool breeze was light, the cold was on his back, and Mo Xun, who was standing outside the tomb, looked at the battle inside, his scalp was numb, and his back was cold.

This gust of light wind, seemingly powerless and arbitrary, completely blocked the Ice Soul Sword's blow, and a nameless force knocked Zuo Dao to the ground, and the Ice Soul Sword fell to the ground with a clang.

The Yin and Yang Eye is certainly powerful, but with Zuo Dao's current strength, it can't exert one-tenth of its strength. It's hard to resist.

"Yin Eye, I'll take it." The hoarse voice sounded again, and the soul was also excited, the yin eye was the eye of the extreme yin, born from the yin energy under the nine shadows, for the ghost, this is the supreme treasure.

A pair of Fan Qing's colored ghost claws came to Zuo Dao's eyes in the battery fire arc, and the long cyan claws grabbed directly at Zuo Dao's left eye, as if he was planning to gouge out Zuo Dao's eyeballs like that.

Looking at the chilling cyan claws, even if Zuo Dao wanted to resist, he was powerless.

Before being seriously injured by the yang eye, it was the end of the strong bow, and the yin eye was forcibly opened, and the left path at the moment was weak and impossible.

The cyan claws dazzled away, and the soul let out bursts of trembling laughter, as if to declare its excitement, his arrogance.

Zuo Dao, who was already unable to even stand, could only close his eyes and retreat, waiting for death to come.

"Soul Lost Talisman."

In the quiet tomb, there was a sudden burst of shouting, and hundreds of yellow talismans flew up in the entire tomb, suspended in the air, surrounding the soul.

At the same time, Mo Xun ran in, helped Zuo Dao up, controlled the Lost Soul Talisman to block the ghost claws of the soul, dragged the body of the wolf Bèi, and walked towards the main tomb with Zuo Dao's heavy weight.

Hundreds of Lost Soul Talismans, this is a huge handiwork, and it is also Mo Xun's last killer feature.

Lost souls, lost souls, dealing with the soul of the past is undoubtedly a great restraint!

The yellow fu floated, hovering in the air, faintly forming a gossip formation, and in that formation, it was the historical soul!

"Seal!"

With a light drink, Mo Xun waved one hand, hundreds of yellow talismans rotated faster, and the gossip halo flashed, as if there was a thunder and lightning, and there was also a wind and rain.

Heaven and earth, natural cycle!

The soul loss talisman rotated, the electric spark flickered, and at a certain moment, Qi Qi shrank towards the soul of the calendar, this move is as strong as tearing!

This formula, determined to destroy this ghost, the life-saving talisman has been used, and Mo Xun's body is also exhausted, and even the magic eye can no longer be used.

However, the result was much more than they imagined!

This seems to be a move that has a lot of damage to ghosts, and even direct destruction is a normal thing.

But that Li Soul resisted hard, and looking at the richness of its yin qi, it didn't seem to have received much damage.

Hundreds of soul lost talismans, the speed between electric sparks and flints, and the weapons that restrained the soul were all exhausted under the yin wind and heavy yin qi.

"It's over, I'm really going to die here this time."

Seeing that his killer weapon failed to destroy the historical soul, Mo Xun's face was very ugly, and he said with a sigh in his mouth.

Zuo Dao didn't speak, his yang eyes still had a trace of blood, and his yin eyes were blurred, his current state, let alone fighting, even standing had to be supported by Mo Xun.

"Even a little feng shui master dares to make a move on me."

The hoarse and terrifying voice sounded again, with endless coolness approaching Mo Xun and Zuo Dao, two feng shui masters, it was the first time that they looked like such wolves.

"You Shade, this is Organic Mode, you are destined to be killed."

After that, Mo Xun opened the bracelet and wanted to call Li Mu, but found that the original voice function and the function of sending messages were gone.

"Do you want to do it like that?" Mo Xun is completely dead this time, although the organic mode has attribute energy, but the teammates are connected to each other, and it seems to be shielded.

This time, Mo Xun's last hope was completely shattered, it would be impossible to call for reinforcements, and he couldn't run, so it was hard to really reach a dead end!

"It's useless for you to call them, this is the Soul of the Calendar, the attacks of other players are basically ineffective, if you want to destroy it, you can only rely on Yang Eye."

Zuo Dao said weakly, Qiang stabilized his body, and seemed to want to open his yang eyes, but the mana value was only 40 points, and his body was extremely weak, so it was obviously impossible to open.

"You're still here, you're really long, aren't you?" As soon as Mo Xun saw Zuo Dao's posture, he remembered that he had almost died under the white flame before, and said with palpitations.

The latter did not speak, facing the Lord in the coffin, the two feng shui masters were seriously injured, and the hope of reversing the situation was very low.

"Today, you all have to die." The hoarse roar, like a ghost's scream, resounded throughout the ancient tomb, the cyan claws, and the condensation of yin qi approached Mo Xun and Zuo Dao.

At this time, the two of them no longer have any tricks to block the attack of the Soul Calendar, and the only thing they can do is to complain about this world before death comes!

"I'm only 21 years old and I'm going to die, this world is really a hole!"

A complaint, greeted by the claws of death, straight to the heart, although Mo Xun and Zuo Dao tried their best to dodge, but after all, they couldn't dodge the ghost claws.

"Ahh

Desolation, terrible screams, revealing endless pain, more uncomfortable than torture, spread through the tombs, shaking the hearts of all players in the tombs.

I saw that Mo Xun and Zuo Dao had their eyes closed, and their mouths let out a scream of pain, but this scream stopped as they screamed.

"Why doesn't it hurt?" Mo Xun said suspiciously.

Then his eyes opened, and he suddenly saw a white shadow flash, extremely fast, and came to him in the blink of an eye.

The slightly thin back and slender figure gave Mo Xun infinite hope, and the heart that had given up beat again.

"Brother Mu, you're finally here." Mo Xun said excitedly, it seemed that he had been looking forward to the arrival of this Li Mu from the beginning, and this moment had finally come.