There was no shelter on the road, the sun was shining on the ground, steaming up the moisture, and in the eyes, layers of transparent waves surged from the ground and slapped towards the sky.

The sun shone on the body, and the piercing skin was hot and painful.

I was in no mood to pay attention to my physical feelings, and I didn't have the time to find a comfortable place to cool off, and there were not no remnants of houses around. The impact of destruction has devastated the land, destroying small villages into ruins, but there are still some lucky existences, intact preserved, in a world full of ruins, the surviving houses are independent, like a paradise.

Compared to the surviving houses, the disciple whose soul was seriously injured on Hutuo Island endured the mercy of the god of luck, fell into a coma for three days and three nights, and finally came to his senses, except for the fact that he seemed to have forgotten how to speak, everything else was normal, and the normal could not be normal.

After this ordeal, looking at the perceptual force field that its bright and extraordinary eyes, which could not be fully controlled, and wantonly released, it was obvious that there was still soul power left to repair the soul wounds, so that the unabsorbed parts were slowly flowing out and escaping in the air.

Old man Hong left, Cheng Yu left with people, and even Wei Jingtang, who had been reluctant to leave, followed Cheng Yu ruthlessly.

"It's another person!" asked Chuanting to sigh pretendedly, and his bright eyes looked left and right in the direction where the two teams had left.

"I can finally show my strength unscrupulously, without looking at other people's faces or thinking about other people's thoughts!"

Wen Chuanting grinned, rubbed his hands, strode to the edge of a big pit, the six soul flags suddenly appeared, suddenly rose into a banner, the arms swayed, the banner rolled up, and the wind made a loud noise.

The black qi was surging, pitch black as ink, comparable to the color of the pit infected by the blood of the devil's clutches outside the sky. The frantically tumbling black qi covered the pit with order.

Rats grinded their teeth, gnawed at hard objects, and wisps of demonic smoke struggled out of the pit dirt, twisting and coiling with the black clouds released by the Six Soul Banners.

Black clouds and demonic energy, sea water and water droplets.

To put it bluntly, the ink is still water, and when it falls in the water tank, it is only a small piece of blackening, and it will be swallowed up in a short time.

If there is more ink, the water will turn black, but the essence will not change, and a basin of ink blackened water will be poured on the fire, and the flame will still be extinguished.

The black qi surging on the ground with a frenzied and irritable demonic nature, after all, it has lost its origin, the rootless wood, the black cloud released by the six soul flags, the spring of roots, and the backing of the question, with its will as a guide, began to surround the point to help, wantonly devouring the journey.

Scattered and isolated wisps of demonic qi, a large number of black clouds surged up against a wisp of demonic qi, devouring it in the blink of an eye, eating it dry and wiping it clean, and even bothered to wipe his mouth, and then went towards another wisp of demonic qi.

After a while, the demonic energy that automatically surged up from the ground gradually decreased, and the black cloud gave up the encirclement point to help, and attacked with a heavy fist, and the black cloud crushed the city to the ground, and the color of the land that had just faded was instantly as black as ink.

The earthy yellow earth has black spots, and one of them, the shadow left by the living creature changes with the movement of the living creature, twisting, shrinking, expanding, the earthy yellow and black are like two armies at war, you attack and defend, you defend and I attack, there are advances and retreats.

Wen Chuanting grabbed the banner pole of the Six Soul Banners with both hands, urged with strength, shook gently and heavily, and black clouds as black as ink poured out from the surface of the banners, joining the black clouds on the land to conquer the city.

The sound of the water flowed out, and the black clouds struggled out of the earth's soil, and the flags clutched in their hands suddenly became heavy, and the flags involuntarily sank down three points.

With his hands as support points and his arms as levers, he pry the banner to prevent it from sinking, and with his movements, the black clouds slowly squeezed out of the earth, and a dazzling red cloud jumped out of the ground, flashing and struggling in the black clouds.

Soft, red, like a big red ball of meat beating endlessly in the black smoke cloud, the red blood is spiritually drumming out of streamers as black as ink, streamers that are blacker than the black smoke that wraps it outside, black shining, black flashing.

The black streamers shook and coiled, attacking the black smoke that surrounded them, bringing ripples, rolling wind and clouds, and the sound of sizzling was endless, and the steaming black smoke was also tumbling and surging, and the servants generally pounced on the black streamers one after another, devouring each streamer they encountered, absorbing it, and transforming it into their own power, and then pounced on the streamer again, and pounced on the blood that swung out the streamer.

The tiger enters the wolf pack, and it is to see who is more ferocious.

The lone wolf did not dare to fight with the lone tiger, and the wolves dared to attack the tiger, a fierce tiger, no matter how powerful and fierce it was, the wolves dared to attack.

The blood extracted from the soil is the ferocious tiger, and the black streamers are the minions, no matter how fierce the tiger is, how sharp the tiger teeth are, and how sharp the claws are, in the face of a group of fierce wolves, it will inevitably be ravaged after all, and become the fate of the fish on the board.

Under the siege of the black smoke cloud, the Six Soul Banners absorbed and controlled, dancing the black streamers wildly, breaking free from the blood mass that had a little breathing space from time to time, and was finally sent into the Six Soul Banners by the black smoke clouds.

The Six Soul Banners, which had suddenly doubled in size, needed to use the strength of his whole body to be able to cope with the sudden increase in weight and avoid the end of close contact with the ground.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, his arms trembled uncontrollably, and the power was transmitted along the banner, and the fat man with the huge banner was generally swinging lazily in the air. Wen Chuanting's scarlet eyes widened, his eyes couldn't hide the bright joy, and he stared at the lazy banner without blinking, and a round blood-colored full moon was imprinted on the pitch-black panel.

On the full blood-colored moon, the ravines and ravines outlined black lines of different lengths and uneven thicknesses, which were black streamers that tried desperately to break free from the blood moon.

In the Six Soul Banners, suppressed by a thick cloud of black smoke, the huge force restrained the struggle of the blood, and also controlled the demonic energy contained in the blood mass itself, making it difficult to release.

In addition to the suppression of the black smoke cloud, there are also layers of dense formations, dense and dense without revealing the slightest gap, surrounded by the bound blood mass, a huge devouring refining power appeared, a trace of blood-colored smoke was absorbed, integrated into the black smoke cloud that surrounded the surrounding area, suppressed the blood mass, was absorbed by the huge banner surface, transformed into its own power, and transported to the banner pole that swelled with the banner surface, a small blood-colored pattern appeared, and the blood vessels were generally densely covered throughout the banner.

The blood mass struggled and twisted, the round shape twisted and deformed, gradually stretched from a clump to a long strip, in the process of stretching, the tail end forked, and the upper end of one-tenth of the place also struggled out of two thin branches, not waiting for the branches to fully stretch out, the six soul flags automatically vibrate, and the huge shock wave shrouded the deformed blood, shaking it apart and returning to the original shape of blood.

The sound of a pounding heartbeat came from the blood mass, and a powerful sound formed a wave, discharging the black smoke clouds that surrounded it, squeezing the suppressive force of the formation, repelling a piece of space, and the blood was twisted and deformed again.

The flags shook, the flags trembled, the smoke undulated, and the black smoke formed air waves, enveloping the momentum of the stormy waves, and slapping down towards the twisted and deformed blood.

The blood shifts in the process of mass and transformation into the appearance of the Venerable, and the black smoke cloud lingers in the suppression and rejection.

The cycle goes on and on, the blood shrinks invisibly, and is inhaled and suppressed in the space of the Six Soul Banners, and its own power is in the process of being absorbed and absorbed, and resistance inevitably requires strong strength, every time the power is agitated, it will be suppressed and dispersed by the Six Soul Banners, and the black smoke cloud converts and absorbs the power released by the blood.

It is inevitable that the blood mass will shrink, and the power contained in it will gradually decrease, as if feeling the crisis, the blood mass trembled violently, and the powerful heartbeat sounded loudly, penetrating the space of the six soul flags, breaking the silence of the outside world, and transmitting it to Wen Chuanting's ears, stimulating his heart to beat strongly.

"Not good!" asked Chuanting was shocked, the beating frequency of the heart was in line with the frequency of the blood drumming, and the blood was strongly squeezed out of the ventricles, and as the frequency gradually became aligned, the frequency of the blood drumming became stronger and stronger, and the inexplicable emptiness flowed all over the body.

"Town, town, town!" asked Chuanting roared, losing his original frequency, and restlessness appeared in his blood, ignoring his ability to bear it, impacting every vein.

The six soul flags trembled, and there was a desperate transmission of power, and the powerful absorption power was transmitted to the blood, accompanied by the blood fluctuations in this space, absorbing a huge blood and qi power, dispersed to the entire banner surface, and transported to the thick banner, the slender blood-colored lines instantly thickened, the red brilliance bloomed, and the blood vessels densely covered on the banner rod were engraved on it like a relief, gurgling blood, and the sound of the pulse touched the hands clenched on it, and transmitted the whole body against the arms.