The statue shook violently, purple light, and a figure seemed to walk out of the cage, and the king of the Soul Clan and Kasha not far away hurriedly knelt down to greet him.

You can see that the purple figure came to the King of the Soul Clan in a flash, and then the two completely overlapped each other.

The white jade bottle flew leisurely in front of Mo Feng, as if facing a great enemy.

The King of the Soul Clan slowly stood up from his kneeling state and looked up at the sky. A beam of purple light poured down from the canopy of heaven and focused on him like a searchlight.

He took a step forward, and the purple light followed, as if the two were one.

"Blasphemer, die!"

The indifferent and ruthless soul thought resounded through the heavens and the earth, shaking the sea of souls of the ink wind.

The white jade bottle buzzed and trembled, isolating the extremely strong soul wave, otherwise in a few seconds, Mo Feng would probably have shattered the soul sea and died.

Purple gas, white light, the two worlds collided.

As if the void shattered, the sky collapsed, and everything in front of Mo Feng was like fragile glass, covered with countless cracks, peeling off one by one, and after peeling off, it was the most empty darkness.

The chaotic space, the divided world, is like a bizarre dream.

The white and purple colors are entangled, and they are deadlocked in the middle.

Mo Feng suddenly saw a small figure in the afterglow, she suddenly flashed out of nothingness, as if she had used all her courage and strength, and pushed the cracked statue off the altar fiercely.

"When, when, when......"

The statue plummeted down countless steps, and the crisp explosion was like a falling drumbeat, like a piano sonata.

"Dang!"

In the blink of an eye, the cracked purple statue rolled to the ground, and finally shattered completely as if overwhelmed.

The world was silent for a moment.

The little girl, who was rarely bold once in her life, seemed to have used up all her guts, hurriedly shrunk into the void again, and fled quickly, not having time to say a word to Mo Feng.

The white light world slammed over, engulfing all the purple qi, leaving only the king of the Soul Clan, who was still struggling to support the last territory around him.

However, it can be clearly seen that the white light is still advancing inch by inch, very patient, not in a hurry.

The Soul Clan's Kasha sat down on the ground, and his soul thoughts shook and muttered, "The Yin God is above, why is this ......happening?"

I saw that a purple shadow suddenly separated from the body of the king of the Soul Clan, and quickly traced back to the source of the purple light sprinkled on the sky.

Although it escapes gracefully, no matter how elegant it is, it is also an escape, and there is no essential difference from running away in the wilderness.

"Poof. At the same time, the king of the Soul Clan also fell heavily on his back, as if he had experienced thousands of years in an instant, from his feet to his head little by little, and the Soul Clan Kasha on the side was so shocked that he was completely speechless.

The white jade bottle flickered slightly, and a beam of white mangs unceremoniously interrupted the purple light projected on the sky, so the fleeing purple shadow had to fall down in embarrassment.

The white bottle rushed up to envelop the purple shadow, and then turned into a white streamer and re-entered the Ink Wind Soul Sea.

This time the world is really quiet.

Mo Feng stood up a little dazed, looking at the world back to normal in a daze, and his mind was still a little relieved.

That's it...... It's over?

But what was going on? Why didn't he figure it out at all?

Anyway, he only roughly knew, first the bottle went berserk, then the statue broke, and then an inexplicable purple shadow came out of it, possessed the body of the King of the Soul Clan, and then the two sides fought and froze there, and then the end of winter suddenly came out and pushed the statue down and shattered, and finally ...... In the end, the king of the Soul Clan hung up, and the purple shadow was also suppressed by the bottle.

No, wait a minute, if he wasn't dazzled just now, the bottle would have wrapped that purple shadow back into his soul sea?

Mo Feng was cold, this guy ...... But don't play Dafa.

"Paranmosuston......" The Soul Clan's Kasher still sat there dejected, muttering something to himself.

Mo Feng reacted immediately, don't worry about it so much now, if he doesn't take the opportunity to run away, I'm afraid he will finally have to be here.

His mind moved slightly, and he levitated from the ground, but not far away, there was a slight groan, and the Wuxuanmen disciple who was lying on the left side of Mo Feng before opened his eyes with a blank expression.

Mo Feng swept his eyes wide, and found that although these people's souls were extremely weak after returning to their places, their lives were still there, and it was possible that as soon as the statues were broken before, their spirits were also released and returned to freedom.

Among them, two soul masters are already middle-aged, both of them are soul powers in the early stage of soul separation, and they have just woken up at the moment and are still in a confused and confused state.

Mo Feng said decisively: "Two seniors, it's important to get out now, please take two of you with each of you and leave here with me!"

"You're ......" One of the soul masters was visibly still in a trance.

"Don't worry about it so much, let's go!" The other soul master's reaction speed was much faster, and under the strong pressure, he was full of doubts, and casually grabbed the two disciples of Wuxuanmen, and hurriedly flew into the air.

Mo Feng picked up the two of them left and right, and he found out that Ziqi was actually unlucky to be arrested here, and he was looking at him with a confused face at the moment, wanting to ask anything but not daring to ask, so he could only get stuck there in a depressed state.

In the night, three figures flew into the sky and quickly disappeared.

The morning light was faint in the distance, and I didn't know that it was dawn.

When Mo Feng returned to the cave, the end of winter immediately cried and pounced, holding on to Mo Feng and refusing to let go.

Mo Feng said softly: "At the end of winter, you just overthrew that statue?"

The little girl said timidly with tears on her face: "Yes, it's me...... I've seen that statue in the sky before, and I always think it's dangerous, so I think I can't let it hurt Brother Mo, I, I shouldn't have done anything wrong, right?"

Mo Feng slowed down his voice and said: "No, the end of winter is very brave and has done a great job, otherwise Brother Mo may not really be able to come back this time......"

After all, although the bottle was very powerful, it was indeed a draw at that time, and no one knows what the result will be if the stalemate continues.

At the end of winter, he burst into tears and laughed, and plucked up the courage to say: "Brother Mo, you don't always have to bear it alone next time you encounter something, the end of winter can actually help you, really!"

"Well, of course I believe that late winter has always been great. Mo Feng touched her little head.

The little girl looked up at him, and said with a serious face: "Brother Mo, have you agreed? If you agree, we will pull the hook and not regret it." ”

Mo Feng made childish actions helplessly, and a slight warmth finally floated in his empty and lonely heart.

"Brother Mo, there is one more thing......" Late Winter hesitated but didn't dare to speak.

"Say it. ”

"You have to promise me this. "The little girl is very serious.

"Okay, let's talk. ”

At the end of winter, he was aggrieved and said: "Don't be so fierce to me in the future, it's so sad at the end of winter......"

Mo Feng couldn't help but be dumbfounded, this little girl actually held a grudge, but this was also a good thing, at least the little girl who was originally cowardly and easy to be bullied finally made a little progress, and she also knew how to defend her personal rights.

"Not in the future," Mo Feng said softly, paused and said, "There are still some people outside, who will follow us all the way in the short term, after all, it is not completely safe now, at least we have to escape from the territory of the Soul Clan." ”

The end of winter said obediently: "Well, the end of winter to see the road." ”

Before Mo Feng could speak, she disappeared into the void without a sound, really coming and going without taking a single cloud with her.

Mo Feng's gaze looked at Nian Yubai again, and found that he was still in a state of soul power overdraft and had not recovered, but it was much faster than Mo Feng had originally expected to take ten days, and I was afraid that he would wake up in five or six days.

However, looking at the purple-clothed girl sleeping quietly, the warmth that had just floated in Mo Feng's heart fell silent again, and was once again covered by the boundless coolness.

No matter how guilty he blames himself, he can't change the reality in front of him, and every time he sees Zichenruo for the first time, he will always have a kind of trance illusion, it seems that it won't be long before she wakes up from her "deep sleep" and re-reveals a clear and shallow smile.

However, his intellect reminded him coldly and mercilessly that it was all false.

Why is his mind blank? Because he does not dare to think too much, dare not think deeply, otherwise regret and sorrow will be crushed like a majestic mountain, and he will be suffocated by the weight of it.

But after all, he is not a person who only feels sorry for himself and is immersed in sadness all day long.

It can be said that he is strong and not fragile, or it can be said that he is calm to the point of cold-bloodedness.

But he is not cold-blooded to everyone, there are always some people who are worthy of his life to cherish, this is his thoughts.

When her soul was gone, he didn't shed tears, not even show any sadness, which didn't mean he didn't care about it. Just because ...... It's just because he never likes to put promises on his lips.

He just secretly swore that no matter what the cost, he would save her.

None, on the ground, how, how.

It's not just about liking, it's probably about a hard responsibility. Human motivations are often complex, but a myriad of causes come together to produce only one result.

All he had to know was the result, and that was enough.

......

In the vast wind and snow, a line of black dots like ants can be vaguely seen "slowly" moving.

Mo Feng and the two sub-soul masters were located in the front, middle, and back respectively, in case something happened and they didn't have time to deal with it later. However, when the news was found out at the end of the next winter, everyone was greatly relieved.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings. Since the fall of the king of the Soul Clan, the Soul Clan has been in a state of leaderlessness among the dragons, and some people have suggested that Kasher become the new king, but he has been in a trance recently, and he is absent-minded about it, which makes many people's minds lively, and they have been ready to move to "immerse themselves in the lamp".

There is a very long and wide dark river below the territory of the soul clan, it is rumored that the soul lamp of the yin god descends to the world, guarding the fortune of the soul clan, the soul lamp sinks into the place of extreme yin and floats on the dark river, since then this dark river has become a forbidden place, and it is also a holy place. Only those who are pious and pure in faith, have a thorough and clear soul body, and are carrying the air can go deep into the dark river and see the soul lamps condensed by countless soul bodies. If the soul lamp can be immersed in the depths of the dark river, the yin god will give blessings, and the strength of the entire soul clan will be improved, so the person who successfully "immerses the soul lamp" will naturally be regarded as the king of the soul clan, which has become a customary rule of the soul clan.

Therefore, if you want to become the king of the Soul Clan, the "Soul Immersion Lamp" is an indispensable step. However, it is said that when chatting with people, the Soul Warrior Kasha inadvertently revealed that he was not optimistic about anyone.

It stands to reason that it will take five or six hundred years to produce a new king, but now there has been a great change, this king fell in less than three hundred years, and the Yin God Spirit has suffered a heavy blow, I am afraid that the remaining family fortune is no longer enough to support the birth of a new king.

This is undoubtedly a catastrophe for the Soul Clan, and the original ambition is like being poured with a basin of cold water, not only cooled, but even replaced by endless fear.

There is no king in a clan, how to survive?

But no matter how worried they were, it had nothing to do with Mo Feng, on the contrary, because the Soul Brake Clan was in chaos, and now no one cared about chasing them down, so everyone was in a relaxed mood.

Of course, in order to prevent a lot of dreams at night, they still hurried as fast as possible, and if there were no accidents, they would be able to leave this ghost place in a short time.

Mo Feng met Jing Yue halfway, and without waiting for him to say anything, he returned the spirit ring that belonged to him to him. Jing Yue asked him suspiciously, what was going on, but Mo Feng was in no mood to explain too much.

In fact, among all the people present, I am afraid that except for Mo Feng, no one knows what happened before and after. Even those two middle-aged soul masters were also confused. Everyone was keenly aware that this matter must have something to do with Mo Feng, but seeing his appearance of being silent after asking three questions, everyone had no choice but to give up the question.

Anyway, they escaped alive, and that's all that matters.

With the end of winter watching above, everyone walked through a wasteland without any danger and left the territory of the Soul Clan.

This area is at the junction of the Soul Brake Clan and the Black Armor Clan, which is actually a place where the two don't care, anyway, the Soul Brake Clan should not jump out of the territory to chase and kill them, and besides, they themselves are still fighting in a big fight, I'm afraid they are too much to spare and lack of strength.

So everyone split up, and the disciples of Wuxuanmen wanted to go back to the territory of the Lianchun Clan, find Xuanzhu, and then find a way to leave the Snow Realm, and the two soul masters, including a middle-aged man at the peak of the Heavenly Spirit, were all unlucky cultivators who had strayed into the Snow Realm in the past hundred years, and there was no camp to speak of, and the three of them thanked Mo Feng and went to find the exit of the Snow Realm on their own.

Although they sincerely reported their identities and their original regions, Mo Feng was completely absent-minded and didn't even remember their names carefully.

After all, people are forgetful animals, and when they leave the snow world and return to the world, how much kindness will they miss under the agitation of the mood? Even if there is still a trace of gratitude, but such a weak human affection can't withstand much consumption at all, if Mo Feng wants to repay the favor in the future, it will be disgusting.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is not in the mood at all now.

For the first time, Mo Feng's thoughts became so pure, there were only two points left to leave the Snow Realm and save Zichen Ruo, and even the affairs of the Divine Wind Sect were temporarily suppressed by him.

Soon, everything is fast......

Mo Feng looked at the black area on the map, which seemed to be close at hand.