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The red of the blood-stained sky is getting thicker and thicker.

Compared with those suspicious people on the Xuanxia Continent, Zi Tian knew better why this change happened?

All of this is because the Broken Soul is controlled by the Ink Dust, and wants to get rid of the power released by the Ink Dust.

Zi Tian didn't expect that the power of Soul Breaking would be so powerful, and he could actually make the entire sky turn red, such a thick red color made Zi Tian's heart panic.

If this continues, the machine spirit in the Broken Soul will be able to control the ink dust.

If that's the case, then it's bad!

Just as Zi Tian thought, at this time, the machine spirit in the broken soul really wanted to occupy Ink Dust's body, and the machine spirit was now disturbing him in Ink Dust's mind, trying in vain to occupy Ink Dust's body.

How could ink stain dust be succeeded by it, at the moment, the two of you come and go, and the fight is so lively!

Zi Tan and White Tiger could only watch silently outside, they couldn't do anything, and as they fought, Mo Zhanchen did start to "go crazy" as White Tiger said.

Mo Zhanchen really knew what it meant to be dumb and eat Coptis chinensis at this moment, and he was holding the hand of the broken soul, trembling so much that he couldn't hold the broken soul, if the broken soul escaped from his hands, then the pain he had endured before would be in vain.

Even though he couldn't hold his hand now, his willpower still wanted to hold it.

The pain is unspeakable, and the current ink dust is only supported by a force.

"Xiaobai, if it goes on like this, the dust will not be able to bear it!" Zi Tian looked at the appearance of the ink stained dust, and the worry in his heart became even stronger.

"As a man who is the master, if he can't bear even such a little pain, then how can he be worthy of the master!" This is what the white tiger said righteously.

Zi Tilt's identity is unspeakable, as far as the identity of the ink stain is dusty, he is not worthy of Purple Tilt at all, if he does not improve his own strength, then he is really not worthy of Purple Tilt.

Mo Zhanchen also knew this, so he was so excited when he saw the broken soul.

The power of the broken soul, he can clearly feel it, naturally, no matter how difficult it is, he has to hold the broken soul in his hands and become his own strength.

"Dust!" Zi Tian looked at Mo Zhanchen's hand holding the broken soul, and couldn't help but exclaim, but he covered his mouth at the first time, and there were even tears in his eyes.

Because she saw that Mo Zhanchen was holding the hand of the broken soul, which was disappearing at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

Yes, disappear!

The flesh and skin on his hands were dying away little by little, and in the blink of an eye, only bones were visible, and there was no flesh and skin.

Tick tock...

Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and Zi Tian cried silently, and she could only watch the skin and flesh on Mo Chenchen's hands disappear little by little.

Even so, Ink Dust's hand holding the Broken Soul still didn't let go, and now, as long as the Broken Soul was thrown away, then Ink Dust's hand could be restored to its original state, but he didn't want to.

"Alas..."The white tiger sighed, and a ray of light came out of his fingertips and disappeared into the broken soul, and at the same time, the white tiger's face became extremely pale at this moment.

This ray of light consumed half of the White Tiger's strength, if it weren't for the fact that his strength had recovered to its peak at this time, I'm afraid that by now, he would have been lying down!