When Mo Feng barely stood up with the big stone behind him, the surroundings had already been surrounded by that group of moments, and the formation was still admirably uniform.

To be precise, there are not five thousand people in front of them, after all, the group of people who were sent out to hunt down Jing Yue have not returned to the team until now, and they don't know what Jing Yue's situation is now.

It is estimated that it is not much better than him, after all, Jing Yue is not even a soul master.

The Soul Race Kasha in the distance slowly walked in front of Mo Feng and took a serious look at this extremely embarrassed Terran Soul Master for the first time.

He was confident that this was definitely the most perfect sacrifice for this millennium festival, this human race boy was so young, I am afraid that he was not even eighteen years old, but his soul power was so powerful, there was nothing wrong with such an amazingly talented soul master.

It was not in vain that he led people around in the snow, and chased and killed them for so many days.

"What about your two companions?" said the Soul Clan's Kasha with some regret.

Mo Feng sneered, "You guys tracked it down based on the aura of soul power this time, right? Since you didn't sense their existence, can't you guess what happened?"

The Soul Clan's Kasha said regretfully: "Why bother, instead of self-destructing and dying tragically, it is better to dedicate everything you have to the great Yin God, and being with God is a blessing that you can't cultivate for ten thousand years." ”

"That's nice, if it weren't for the fact that I'm useless to deplete my soul power now, do you think I'll be able to wait until you catch up?" Mo Feng said coldly.

All he could do now was to mislead him one last time, if the Soul Clan's Soul Clan thought that Nian Yubai and the others were all dead, they would probably not send anyone to search for them again.

The Soul Clan's Kasha seemed to smile and continued to transmit the soul thoughts: "This is your luck, after the thousand-year festival, you will know the supreme glory you enjoy. ”

I really don't understand, why are all these guys who believe in the Yin God like a psychopath, where is their logic?

But when he died, he was still interested in thinking about logical problems, and he was quite neurotic.

The uncomfortable cold aura spread like a tide again, sealing all of Mo Feng's perceptions.

I don't know what kind of strength their gods such as snow gods and yin gods should be if they are divided according to the outside realm?

It's definitely more than just a phantom.

Although it is a bit miserable to be sacrificed, it seems that suicide is not much better. And people have a fluke mentality, even if the damn bottle in the soul sea is still the old god is still standing still, but Mo Feng still can't help but expect it to move at the most critical moment.

He rarely counted on others, and this time pinning all his hopes on a mysterious and uncontrollable bottle, maybe he was really crazy.

If he can not die, of course he doesn't want to die, but if he is really unlucky, then he can only admit it.

Anyway, it's a dead person, so it's as if these extra years are earned.

In the dark, Mo Feng's thoughts were chaotic, and countless pictures flickered in front of him, but he couldn't grasp them.

Memory is really a very strange thing, obviously more than 30 years on the earth is so long, but in just a few years in this world, it is even clearer and more profound, starting from the small mountain village in the Ming Domain, to the Huayu Domain, to the Ice Domain, everything is vivid, and the people and things he encountered are deeply engraved in his mind.

I hope you are all safe.

I don't know how long it took, the darkness around me suddenly receded, and when Mo Feng opened his eyes, the surrounding scenery was very different.

A purple shadow with a vague face was close at hand, neither wearing imperial robes nor crowns, but the innate coercion above ten thousand people was clearly visible, like a majestic and unattainable mountain.

The Soul Clan's Kasha was saying something, and since he was speaking the Soul Clan's language directly, Mo Feng couldn't understand a word.

The king of the soul clan nodded lightly, walked to the front and back of the ink wind, and then shook out the soul thought: "This time, in order to catch you, Yika has already taken the first step, only locked your soul power fluctuations before dying, I didn't expect you to have another means to resolve it, and in the end, it was this king who summoned the power of the Yin God, and only then did he capture your soul power breath, and I have countless people who have died in the soul clan, and the price paid is not small, you better not let this king down." ”

...... Why can he be so righteous and arrogant when he says these words? The feeling is that the king of the Soul Clan is not in a normal mind, so he is not right on the beam and crooked on the bottom.

"Kasher, you go and bring the Soul Luo Fruit, so that he can recover all his soul power before the thousand-year festival, otherwise such a sacrifice Yin God will definitely not be satisfied. ”

The king of the Soul Clan suddenly remembered something, turned around and commanded.

After a while, the tall Soul Clan's Kasha brought a purple and translucent fruit, which was not good-looking, just like an ordinary orange, but purple.

But this Soul Luo Fruit is not an entity at all, it is just a condensation of pure soul power, and there is no taste to speak of.

This fruit quickly turned into an infinite purple light and dispersed into the Ink Wind Soul Sea, and the stars disappeared little by little, and the Ink Wind's originally empty and almost completely dried Soul Sea was like a rising tide, quickly transforming into countless pure soul powers.

The sea of souls is turbulent, wave after wave, and it is magnificent.

Mo Feng's dizziness and headache were cured in an instant, and seeing the waves of the soul sea turbulent, the nine thoughts that he had separated also merged into one at this moment, and his mind was clear and empty.

The white light is shining, and the spirit is immeasurable.

It was as if some invisible barrier had shattered and disappeared with a click.

In the center of the sea of souls, a ball of white light condensed and emerged, changing and uncertain, like the light at the beginning of the chaotic equinox, warm and soft, and the nine thoughts of the ink wind were all integrated into it, like the most basic skeleton.

This is......

Mo Feng was stunned for a long time before he reacted, but he didn't expect that he would not come early or late, he actually broke through at this time?

The sea of souls is boundless, the waves are repeated, and the soul power is filled nine times in an instant, and it is so powerful that it is an unbelievable situation.

This is the Soul Splitting Realm.

The white jade bottle floats in the center of the soul sea, like a Dinghai divine needle, which seems to have nothing special, but the white light floats above the jade bottle, and the brilliance of the two is connected into one, and they are swaying together in the entire soul sea.

Obviously, the original technique of the Dao has not yet broken through, but the soul power has taken the lead in ascending to the realm, and it must be difficult for such a magical special situation to appear a second time.

This also shows that the Soul Clan is really willing to sacrifice their blood, although Mo Feng doesn't know anything about their Soul Luo Fruit, but just what he sees at the moment is enough to prove that it is a rare treasure.

Of course, others were not kind enough to help him break through, but only devoutly worshipped their supreme yin god.

The Soul Clan's Kasha didn't give him any chance to turn the tables, and directly pressed an unknown purple light into the center of Mo Feng's eyebrows, and a cold and gloomy aura that was even colder than the wind and snow in the sky instantly spread, and the originally pure white and clear soul sea was replaced by purple light, as if falling into a frozen world.

In the strange state of being unable to move or speak, the passage of time seems to be meaningless.

I don't know when, Mo Feng was finally able to reopen his eyes, at this time he was already lying on the top of the dark purple altar, and the first thing that caught his eye was a statue of Sen Sen Purple Qi, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

In fact, if the Soul Clansmen weren't tall, short, fat or thin, Mo Feng felt that they actually looked the same.

This statue obviously has no eyes, but the moment Mo Feng saw it, he seemed to feel that the other party was looking at him, and there was no emotion in his eyes, only the natural coldness.

The king of the Soul Clan has enough royal demeanor, but it is still only at the level of the emperor of the world, but this statue is a real god posture, high up and does not eat fireworks, does not face the contempt and disdain of ants, only an indescribable indifference and calm, no joy, no sorrow, no anger and no worries, and is so rational that there is no trace of emotional fluctuations.

Most beings in the world are no different to it.

The surroundings were not quiet at all, but very noisy, and there seemed to be countless soul-slamming people chanting ancient words.

Mo Feng could clearly see countless purple lights and shadows floating up, like ghost fire in the night, flickering and shimmering, all of which were submerged into the statue's body.

On the top altar, there seemed to be several other people besides him, but Mo Feng couldn't move at all now, and he couldn't see anyone around.

All he could see was the statue standing tall under the dark purple night, and the light and shadow around the statue like a sea of purple surges, all the mighty wind and snow could not get close to it, as if it was isolated in another world.

The floating purple light and shadow are getting closer and closer.

Mo Feng finally understood, these were probably the souls of the nine hundred and ninety soul clansmen who were sacrificed. Except for the nine foreign cultivators who were unwilling to do so, the other sacrifices were probably full of devotion and fanaticism.

But as an orthodox atheist, Mo Feng couldn't understand their feelings.

Around the altar, on the countless steps from low to high, those Soul Clansmen were still chanting in a strange posture, and purple light and shadow could be seen floating out of them, advancing up layer by layer, until the entire space was dyed purple.

The millennium festival commemorates the millennium.

The higher the stairs, the fewer people of the Soul Clan, but their spirits became more and more pure, and the purple light was translucent and dusty, as if it were transparent.

As countless purple lights and shadows converged into the statue like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, the already vague outline of the statue became even more hazy, and the edges were completely impregnated with purple light, even if the color was deep purple, it was just as dazzling.

Finally, a translucent soul also floated to the left of Mo Feng, completely different from the figures of those Soul Clansmen soaked in purple light, this was obviously a Terran cultivator with a clear face, Mo Feng looked a little familiar, I don't know which disciple of Wu Xuanmen it is.

The other party also seemed to see him, showing a helpless and miserable smile, moving his lips as if he wanted to say something, but when only his soul was left, he couldn't make a sound at all, and in the end, he was directly engulfed by the purple light without even struggling, and also merged into the statue.

After all, it was Mo Feng's turn.