The purple light in the soul sea was like a sponge, greedily sucking up his soul power, refusing to let go of any corners and corners, and gradually attacking from the edge of the surrounding to the center.

The white jade bottle is still the old god, motionless, it used to be very diligent in cleaning up all foreign objects when it was slightly stimulated, and I don't know what's wrong with it recently, and it's becoming more and more lazy.

Only the white light of the soul power origin above it shrank and shrank, blooming with endless brilliance, trying with all its might to stop the expansion of the purple light.

However, it was useless, even if the ink wind suddenly skyrocketed to the spirit transformation stage now, I am afraid it would not be able to withstand the devouring of the purple light.

But suddenly, a black gas came out of the oblique stab, and then someone's familiar angry voice said: "What the hell?

Mo Feng couldn't help but be stunned, it seemed that he had really forgotten the King of the Abyss.

But wait...... What does it mean for the dove to occupy the magpie's nest?

"How did you do it, bastard, haven't you always been quite shrewd, how did you get yourself into such a miserable situation?" said the King of the Abyss, struggling to support the situation, barely taking the time to say.

Mo Feng sighed and said, "You might as well not show up, lest you give me hope and disappoint me." ”

Because his strength has plummeted, the King of the Abyss, who has not yet recovered, is not Ziguang's opponent at all, and the defense line that has been stretched out is losing one after another.

"You kid can't speak!If you're not grateful, forget it, and pour cold water on me!" The King of the Abyss sulked, desperately resisting the erosion of the purple light.

However, the purple light still persistently and unquestionably slowly advanced, and the defeat of the King of the Abyss was obviously a matter of time.

"Forget it, you might as well get out and hide as soon as possible, at least my death won't affect you. ”

The King of the Abyss said angrily: "Shut up, I don't think you look like a person with weak willpower, why are you talking about depression today? You make me feel that you yourself are bent on death, and I am meddling!"

Such a scoundrel who does not admit his account and refuses to admit that he is still full of arrogance, but at this moment he is not annoying at all.

"Do you really regard me as a friend?" Mo Feng asked with a helpless smile.

Someone snorted arrogantly and said: "Think beautifully! Just your little bit of cultivation that is not worthy of lifting shoes for me, if it weren't for my gratitude and thinking about your little affection, I would care if you lived or died!"

His voice had begun to tremble slightly, because the pressure brought by the purple light was too strong, so strong that he should not have been able to support it a long time ago.

"Okay, okay, I know that you are very powerful, since you are so powerful, and now your strength has not recovered and you are dying here so aggrieved, I am not worth it for you, hurry up and pack up and hide. Mo Feng felt like he was completely coaxing a child.

The King of the Abyss said angrily, "Shut up! If you really dare to die here for me, I will take your body and go outside to do nonsense, eat your food, spend your money, and soak your chick!"

Rao is Mo Feng is well-informed and experienced, and he has never heard such a strange threat.

The purple light is still moving inch by inch.

The King of the Abyss was silent, the power he had accumulated during this period of sleep, plus the power he had obtained by absorbing the Soul Luo Fruit not long ago, everything was about to be consumed again.

But what the hell is this thing that is so ridiculously strong? Not much weaker than he was in his heyday.

Of course, he didn't want to admit that the existence behind this purple light was probably much stronger than in his heyday.

Mo Feng had never reached that realm, and he was still vague and confused, but he was extremely sure that the other party had indeed taken that step and truly reached a new level.

That level of spiritual communication and fusion of the void.

Even Gu Yong didn't take this step completely in the true sense, at most it could only be regarded as half a step, just like the Xuanzun level between the Xuan Realm and the Transformation Realm.

But this level should not have been, if it is achieved, it will be done, and it will only be because of the incomplete Fengling Star in the Great Dao, so everyone will be stuck in the middle class.

The King of the Abyss thought that it would be impossible for anyone to take a complete step, but the reality is often so cruel.

Hmph, Mo Feng's cultivation is not good, but his ability to cause trouble is even more powerful than that of an illusory god cultivator, if he can survive this catastrophe, see how I clean him up!

The King of the Abyss struggled to support it, and he didn't want to admit it in his heart, and he was afraid that he would not be able to survive this catastrophe.

No, no...... There must be a way......

That's right!

His attention suddenly turned to the jade bottle in the center of the Ink Wind Soul Sea, it was this broken thing that hindered him in the first place, otherwise he would have erased the idea of the Ink Wind at the beginning of the year, although it seemed that it was not a good thing now......

I always felt that there was something strange about such a faithful protector of the Lord...... Let's call it a Horcrux, why don't you listen to it all of a sudden now? It doesn't look like it's running out of energy and broken?

Damn, I can't help it, I can only give it a try, and a dead horse should be a live horse doctor!

The ruthlessness in the heart of the King of the Abyss floated again, and without greeting Mo Feng, he frantically crashed into the immovable jade bottle with all the aura of the Origin Abyss.

"What are you doing......" As soon as Mo Feng's words came out, he felt a buzz in the entire soul sea, and for a while he was dizzy and couldn't care about saying anything.

What a grudge, what a grudge, you hit it so hard, the bottle won't break, right?

Mo Feng finally recovered from his dizziness, in fact, if the impact was useful, he would have tried it many times, but of course it was not as crazy as the King of the Abyss in terms of strength, after all, this was his soul sea, if he broke it, where would he cry?

The white jade bottle still floated quietly in the center, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Broken bottle, something is wrong! You bully the soft and are afraid of the hard, you know that you can't get along with Lao Tzu, and now you meet an even more powerful one, just play dead for me here!" the King of the Abyss scolded.

"Are you asleep or dead, don't you hurry up and work, damn it, your master is dying, you are still there, do you have such a Horcrux like this......!"

Halfway through the abyss' scolding, Mo Feng suddenly handed out a wisp of soul thought: "It seems that something is not quite right......"

"Huh?" The King of the Abyss looked around blankly, realizing that the swarming purple light had stopped in place at some point.

The King of the Abyss whispered, "Something doesn't seem right...... Ahaha, the weather is so nice today, why don't I withdraw first?"

I saw that the black qi that was swirling in the sea of ink wind souls fled as quickly as possible, and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the boundless white light poured out like a flood bursting its banks.

Poured in the sea of souls of the ink wind, poured out of the sea of souls, poured on the dark purple altar, and even poured over the entire heaven and earth.

There is not a trace of purple left.

There was a white expanse in front of him, Mo Feng felt like he was blind, the statue was gone, and the purple light and shadow around him were gone, as if he was the only one left in this monotonous white world.

This is the case...... The bottle is finally going berserk?

The purple light in the sea of ink wind souls also dissolved into the white light, and there was not a drop left, although there were countless pure soul powers, but not a single wisp was left for the ink wind, and it was estimated that all of them were swallowed by the bottle.

I really don't know what it came from, how does it feel more powerful than the gods of the Soul Clan?

Suddenly, the world around him shook, and Mo Wei rolled down from the altar at the top.

I saw a beam of purple light interspersed in the white light world, and it struck straight towards the Ink Wind Soul Sea.

"Foreign ants, dare to hurt my spirit?"

It is difficult to describe the feeling that this voice gives people, neither the majestic and rough of a man, nor the sharp and gentle of a woman, but only a cold and merciless indifference, which pervades the whole world of Mofeng.

The Ink Wind Soul Sea shook violently, but fortunately all the strength was dissolved by the white light, otherwise he really doubted that he would have lost his soul under this sound.

In front of each other, it seems that all living beings in the world are negligible.

For the first time, the white jade bottle flew away from the soul sea of the ink wind, and fluttered along the purple light to trace its origin, and smashed on the statue high above with a thud.

A crack suddenly appeared in the purple statue, and a warm white light shone through the crack.

"Click, click!"

The cracks spread like cobwebs, and in a moment the entire statue was covered in cracks, and it was shocking to watch, as if it was going to explode at any moment.

"Passa Eton!"

A few roars came from afar, and the king of the Soul Clans was the first to appear, followed by Kasha, rushing straight towards Mofeng, the resentful look as if Mofeng had cut down their parents.

No, maybe more severely.

Blaspheming their supreme gods, even if they cut Mo Feng into thousands of pieces, it would not alleviate their anger at all.

The white jade bottle lazily turned its head, and a piece of white light spread out in a fan-shape, lying in front of Mo Feng's body, so that the king of the Soul Clan and Ka She could not move an inch.

"Donoiston!"

The two of them performed a strange etiquette, and suddenly the purple light around them brightened, and they were about to forcibly break through the blockade of the white light and step above the altar.

The purple statue also began to tremble violently, like a god angered by mortals.

The dark purple beam of light spread through the cracks on its body, as if there were countless irregular patterns on the statue's body, which looked extremely strange.

Mo Feng only felt his soul tremble, and the world around him suddenly became illusory, as if some irresistible force was pulling his soul and trying to force him into the statue.

It's hard to describe what it felt like, as if he had become two people in an instant, one still lying on the ground, and the other already floating, sucked away.

But before he could completely detach from his body, a bang shook not far away.

"Dang!"

As if ringing a bell, the white jade bottle slammed into the statue's head, and then it was suppressed and motionless, completely to carry out the blasphemy to the end.

If you dub the white bottle with a voice: Aren't you tall, then I am one foot taller than you, what can you do to me?