"This ...... What kind of martial soul is this?"

Jun Wuling was stunned on the spot like a thunderbolt, his eyes widened, Rao is the master of Tianmen, he has never seen such a strange scene.

A towering troll rose from the ground, as if it was half a mountain high, and countless dusty clouds flew up, and the wind and sand gusted together, converging into a circular area.

If it is condensed into a solid shape, this rooftop may not be able to bear its weight at all.

And now, the troll's torch eyes were staring straight at his side.

It's not Jun Wuling who is eyeing Shen Zong, but this martial soul is eyeing Jun Wuling!

"I see, I see, good boy, that he can produce such an illusion. ”

Jun Wuling was stunned for a moment, as if he had found an explanation for Shen Zong's martial spirit.

Illusion!

The words of the illusory martial soul are indeed giving people the illusion of being fake.

"Look at me now, I will tame you and let you indulge, and for the rest of your life, you will have to listen to what I Jun Wuling says!"

Jun Wuling waved his long sleeves and smiled slightly.

His expression, until this moment, still revealed a trace of indifference.

In his opinion, Shen Zong's martial soul just looked scary.

So, he stood with his hands in his hands, and a black eight-treasure bag slowly flew out of his arms.

"Qiankun Baji Bell, give me ......"

However, his voice had not yet fully fallen.

The troll had already moved, its big hand was raised high, and its unrivaled momentum continued to whirl, and its thick palm was actually connected to the Qiankun Eight Pole Clock, pumping together.

With a "bang", the Qiankun Baji Bell of the Xuan-level magic weapon was directly photographed far away.

"What?"

Jun Wuling suddenly changed at this moment, his eyes suddenly became larger, and his face changed greatly.

The troll's sudden attack proved that everything in front of him was not unreal, and he was not surprised.

Such a solid blow, although it hit the Eight Treasure Bag, however, it seemed to hit Jun Wuling's face, making him lose face.

"In this world, how can there be a martial soul that can be condensed into an entity?"

His eyes were full of consternation, but now, he had to accept the facts in front of him.

"Master Jun!"

Lu Renbing was also stunned for a moment, and just came back to his senses.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to make a move......"

"Nonsense, how can there be anything wrong with just one student. You stand aside for me. ”

Jun Wuling snorted angrily, as a Heavenly Gate Master, he was careless and quickly adjusted.

The scene just now is too embarrassing!

He frowned, looked at the eight treasure bags from afar, took them back, jumped directly into the air, and personally released the Qiankun Eight Pole Bell.

"Eight extremes, suppression!"

He personally urged the Qiankun Eight Pole Bell, and the power of the magic weapon was more than doubled.

The golden light that soared into the sky pierced the clouds and mist, shook the cloudy thunder, shrouded the troll's body, and continued to suppress it downward.

The surging force blasted down, and the troll's back flexed, and blood burst out.

You know, it has just awakened, and it is when it is at its weakest.

"Keep the crackdown!"

Jun Wuling shouted angrily, his momentum intensified in vain, and his expression was fierce, obviously he was really angry.

The troll was suppressed by the golden light, and the strength of his body, as if it had been drained away, gradually became weak.

After a while, the trolls half a mountain height, under the effect of the Qiankun Eight Pole Bell, continued to shrink.

"Master Jun, why do you want to suppress the martial soul I awakened three times and twice?"

Shen Zong shouted vigorously, he was on the rooftop, and seeing that he had finally awakened the martial soul of the earth and been suppressed like this, he couldn't help but feel a look of anger in his heart.

"Could it be that the master of the Heavenly Gate is so suppressing students?"

There is no doubt that at the beginning of the awakening of the martial soul, it was suppressed, which was definitely unfavorable for the martial soul.

Shen Zong's questioning couldn't be more reasonable.

"I ......"

Jun Wuling's tone was stunned, and he was a little stunned on the spot, he was splashed with a basin of cold water by Shen Zong, and his angry mood gradually calmed down a lot.

Yes, why did he suppress Shen Zong's martial spirit? Just because, he had just lost face?

Isn't that a big bullying the small?

When he was angry just now, he also lost his normal heart.

"That's it. ”

So, he shook his head helplessly and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

At the same time, the golden light that enveloped half of the sky froze, and the aura converged.

The Qiankun Baji Bell was taken back into Jun Wuling's hand and thrown into the black eight-treasure bag.

Immediately, he frowned and looked over seriously.

What kind of martial soul did Shen Zong have? It would be so strong! Even his magic weapon could shoot him away.

I saw that the golden light on the troll dissipated, and the shackles that suppressed it no longer existed.

It fell from the sky and fell into the flowers and seaweeds outside the rooftop, and its body was still shrinking, and from a distance, it seemed to have completely disappeared into the flowers and seaweeds.

"Phantom, how are you?!"

At the same time that countless thunderbolts swept towards Shen Zong, he jumped forward and hurriedly jumped off the rooftop, ignoring the explosion behind him.

"Phantom!"

Not to mention Jun Wuling, even he Shen Zong, as a generation of martial emperors, can be regarded as well-informed, and he has never seen such a strange martial spirit.

Having said that, what kind of existence is this Sacred Domain Martial Soul?

Outside the Xuanwu Continent of the Martial Spirit Continent, is there a holy realm?

While he was still wondering, he had already rushed to the place where the Phantom Hunger fell.

A sea of flowers, incomparably fragrant, in the midst of which there seems to be a grass bush that makes a sparse sound.

"So you're here, you're fine. ”

Shen Zong breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, if the martial soul that he had worked so hard to awaken was scattered by Jun Wuling like this, he would be depressed to death.

Immediately, he walked briskly, brushing away the grass.

I saw him smile slightly, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he spoke.

"I didn't expect that your phantom is the same as the image in the world of Yunzheng Mengze, both of them are in the form of a troll, and if you have such a powerful martial spirit, I will climb to the top again in the future......"

He didn't see the phantom reaction for a long time, and there was something strange in his heart, he slowly opened his eyes, and the whole person stood in place like a log, motionless.

Where is the shadow of half a troll that catches your eye?

The hands are like soft, the muscles are like condensed fat, a charming woman raised her head as if she had just woken up from a dream, her slender waist seemed to be only a hand, and her slender calves were tight and powerful.

She looked at Shen Zong in a daze, and felt an incomparably familiar aura, her gaze was so pure, without any impurities, pure to the extreme.

"Master, you're here. ”

She smiled and spoke jerkyly