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The power of detachment from control is the bane everywhere, and it often brings destruction, destruction, destroying the existence of all material beings in their original form, and destroying them from the root.

With the blessing of the same kind and homologous soul consciousness power, the remnant soul came to his senses, fled in embarrassment, and tried to control the powerful power of the burning of essence and blood, and his body roared, crossing a spiral trajectory in a circle, and the distance between him and Wen Chuanting, who was desperately chasing behind him, was far and near.

The lack of complete control of the power and the loss of balance of the body are the cause of the spiral trajectory and the root cause of the formation of distances.

Rampage all the way, twisting the flowers forward, in the empty sky, in the land without obstacles, it doesn't matter, the two have common characteristics, there are no obstacles.

The vast land will not always be desolate, nor will it be flat, there will always be some undulating hills, there are also strange mountains and steep high rivers, mountains and rocks, trees and trees.

There will be no frightening birds flying in the sky, and there will be no soaring eagles.

I have traveled a lot at night, and there will be a time when I will encounter a ghost.

The remnant soul flew all the way, and slammed into a big bird of unknown breed, and the big bird didn't have time to scream, and was pierced by the remnant soul, and its strong and powerful wings slumped down, and a shriveled body fell from a high altitude, slamming heavily on the ground, and in the dust, you can faintly see the disintegrated and disorderly bones and bones.

This is not a special case, there are few birds in the air, and the remnant soul is not moving in a straight line, the figure is high and low, since meeting the big bird, the trajectory changes again, crossing a strange arc, and flying sideways close to the ground.

In the gloomy dense forest, a line of blood flashed and disappeared, there was no collision, no screams, and all the trees it encountered, black flames rose, and all vitality was instantly extinguished. Flowers and trees that burn flames are limited to the presence of contact with blood lines.

Later, Wen Chuanting gasped heavily, his face was pale and terrifying, his physical potential was stimulated, and his soul power was used repeatedly, causing his severely injured body to be even more serious, and in the flying, blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, down his jaw, and dripping on his chest.

Passing through the burning tree trunks, jumping over the flames and jumping flowers and plants, people moving through the wind, flames dancing, Wen Chuanting once again urged the soul power, turned into thousands of millimeters, and shot in unison, fiercely piercing the remnant soul.

The howl resumed, accompanied by a roar of indignation, "Damn native, don't let the deity recover, or you will know what life is better than death, life is better than death!"

Able to howl, it seems that life is only threatened, not on the verge of collapse.

The remnant soul passed, the earth was barren, all the flowers and trees were turned into charcoal, the vitality suddenly dissipated, and the birds and beasts ushered in the catastrophe of annihilation, whether it was frolicking and chasing, or quietly hunting, or leisurely eating, suddenly the movements were stiff, and the body and trunk were deflated.

There was no pain, no sin, the red afterimage floated by, and consciousness was drowned in darkness.

Beasts are also keen, able to predict impending dangers in advance, earthquakes, floods, and other natural disasters that can touch life, can make them panic.

The threat posed by the remnant soul is no danger, no warning, no foreknowledge, silent, and quietly loses life in the process of doing its own thing.

Seeing that the remnant soul with only a little red light left was scourged all the way, and his lives were ruined, in exchange for his growth, surrounded by a faint demonic aura, from a distance, it was tantamount to a demon king of the mixed world who had escaped from the cage.

Unwillingly, the anger burned, and the fast-running figure stumbled suddenly, Wen Chuanting fell from the air, rolled on the ground in embarrassment, pressed over the flowers and plants, rolled over the stones, knocked over several trunks with the thickness of the bowl mouth one after another, and finally slammed into a thick trunk hugged by three people, and the rolling body stopped.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the hot blood poured on the traces that had been pressed all the way, and a faint heat rose.

Shaking his head, expelling the blurred double image in his eyes, Wen Chuanting's pale face and resolute resentful gaze looked at the remnant soul that was about to disappear at the end of his sight.

The weakness spread all over the body, the clenched teeth lost their strength, they couldn't make a creaking sound, their trembling hands wanted to clench, and the strength to clench their fists to cheer themselves up was gone.

He smiled bitterly and sighed, "Just give up?"

"No, I can't! If I hadn't been in a hurry to get him out, I wouldn't have released him so soon!"

A sense of responsibility arises spontaneously, with a slight sense of guilt.

Men, be responsible!

Difficulties are temporary, not a lifetime, there is no insurmountable mountain, only lazy people who do not want to cross, as long as they stand and move, the difficulties will become smaller and smaller, and there will be a day to overcome.

Holding on, gritting his teeth, holding on to the trunk of the tree, he staggered to his feet, "Take a step, the distance between us will be reduced by one step, and if you walk a zhang, the distance will be narrowed by a zhang!"

"My legs and feet are still there, my hands are sound, even if I crawl, I have to catch up!"

"The signs of the catastrophe have appeared, the demons outside the sky have begun to invade blatantly, before the official large-scale invasion, the internal instability factors must be eliminated, even if they cannot be removed, the harm must be minimized!"

Staggering, stumbling step by step, the scene in his eyes swaying from side to side, constantly disrupting his vision. Breaking away from the support of the tree trunk, Wen Chuanting began to swing, trembling feet, and every step he took had to brew for a long time.

One step, two steps, the long sword as a crutch, Wen Chuanting seemed to have entered his old age in advance, and began to walk on three legs.

The soreness of his legs made his steps weak, and when he was careless, his foot stepped on the edge of a stone, and his foot slipped, and his originally shaky body began to tilt to one side!

Call!

Exhaled in one breath, his blurred eyes looked at the tall figure beside him with a smile, his eyes were full of happiness and gratitude, "Fortunately, fortunately, I was here, so I didn't fall!"

On one side, a tall and straight figure stood, as if receiving the kindness of the question, the huge head like an umbrella lid shook slightly, and the green hair collided and made a loud noise.

But at the last moment, the ape arm subconsciously stretched out and supported the trunk at his side, which stabilized the figure that was about to fall.

The body was tilted, propped up on the trunk of the tree, the hand holding the sword shook from the loss of balance, and the little finger touched a hard object, and the object was bounced, swayed, and struck back again, hitting the hand holding the sword.

Wen Chuanting was stunned for a moment, and his pale face suddenly changed to surprise, "I forgot that I still have it on my body! There is no better healing elixir in the world!"

A thought appeared, and the feeling of brightness filled his heart, and Wen Chuanting only felt that the light in front of him was blooming, and it was no longer a luxury to catch up with the remnant soul.

The long sword was thrown away, and he sat down slowly holding on to the trunk of the tree, and his trembling hands touched his waist, and a small green jade-colored gourd was hanging, gently folding the swing.

Holding a green jade-colored gourd in his hand, his whole body blooms with joy, and his weak body blooms with strong vitality.

At the end of the road, he encountered the willows and flowers, and asked Chuanting to never feel that there was a moment in his life that could be compared to the present.

Not to mention the ups and downs of the mood of Wen Chuanting, just to say that the remnant soul fled all the way, and after devouring the flesh and blood essence of a wild boar, the breath that was chasing after him fell sharply, if it were not for the strong perception, he would almost ignore the weak and almost extinguished fire of life.

"Do you want to go back and devour that native's blood?"

The remnant soul swayed, hesitating in his heart, "This native is ferocious, chasing all the way, driving the deity to heaven and earth, now is the time, take advantage of his weakness now, and devour him in one bite!"

"No, this native is too treacherous, maybe he can't catch up with the deity, so he pretends to be weak and leads the deity to be fooled, so that he can suppress the deity in one fell swoop!"

"Yes, that's it! This native is treacherous!"

Thinking that he had guessed the right thing to ask Chuanting's thoughts, the remnant soul figure did not stop, and the speed of slowing down increased again, "You want the deity to return, the deity is not as good as you want!"

"The deity will devour more flesh and blood to restore the body, redeem more souls, and then lead thousands of armies to crush you damned native!"

"It would be great if I could devour the finger of the deity, not only could I have a hard body, but I could also quickly improve my cultivation, and if I couldn't reach the strength of the original body of the deity, I could easily crush this damn native!"

"Damn, the deity is going to kill you and kill you again!

The remnant soul roared, but he forgot that since he had killed it once, how could he kill it again!

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