The resentment and anger in his heart were unquenchable, and the remnant soul was a little hysterical, thinking that the two bodies he had lost were caused by the natives who were desperately chasing after him, how could this not make him crazy.

Asking Chuanting chased and killed all the way, so that the remnant soul lost the courage to turn back and fight, and now he is suspicious, and he is afraid of falling into the trap again.

The burning anger has nowhere to vent, and he has lost the courage to ask for bad luck now, and there is no existence behind him to ask for his life, which makes him begin to be unscrupulous.

The tiger that escaped from the cage, the first moment of freedom, will roar angrily to vent the grievances in his heart, and then he will look around for blood food to release the grievances of captivity.

The same is true of the remnant soul, who has escaped from the cage and no longer threatens his life, and after thinking that he has avoided the natives behind him, he begins to blatantly search for blood food.

There is a remnant of consciousness left in the severed finger to strengthen itself, the powerful power released by the burning of essence blood has been completely controlled by him, the speed is from the heart, the turn is flexible, the red light flashes, the black shadow remains, draw an arc, pass by the trunk, the soaring flames ignite, the trees wither, the branches shrink, in a short moment, the green and green ancient tree turned into a pile of charcoal.

The remnant soul danced, the red glow shone, each doing its own thing, and the leisurely beast looked up blankly, saw the red light, changed into an intoxicated look, and turned into a pile of dry bones in his intoxication.

"Haha...... No one is an opponent of the deity, as long as you devour enough blood, the deity can recover the body!"

The arrogant laughter echoed in the jungle, and the reverberating sound was less atmospheric and more villainous.

The laughter startled a flock of timid birds, and Zhang Huang fluttered his wings in a hurry, and flew up from the branches, from the nests, far away from the place where the mad laughter came, and jumped over the branches and out of the treetops, and each bird longed to have two more pairs of wings.

The foraging beast raised its head, unable to hide the frightened look in its eyes, carefully pricked its ears, and twisted its head with great speed to look around for the source of the danger.

The squirrel threw away the pine nuts and hurriedly fled back to the nest, the gopher pouted and stuck to the ground, desperately waving its front paws to dig the earth, a handful of fresh and damp soil flying in the air, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the pit went straight down, deeper and deeper, the gopher still did not dare to stop, the crazy laughter seemed to be behind him, in the ears.

The remnant soul roared all the way, devouring all the way, no matter the size, regardless of the species, tigers, lions, leopards, bears, cross-mouthed white-headed acacia chickens, as long as they appear in the field of vision of the remnant souls, the red lines are staggered, they are all the end of the fall, whether they are majestic and majestic before death, or small and flexible, they are all the same after death, and the shriveled flesh and blood are tightly wrapped around the bones.

The jungle is the paradise of life, the paradise of wild beasts, at this moment, heaven turns into hell, paradise turns into a slaughterhouse, there is no blood, no pain, the squirrel maintains a nervous appearance in the nest, the gopher keeps digging action under the ground, lifelike sculptures, terracotta figurines that break when touched.

The mountains are high and the waters are long, the clouds and mist are blue, and the remnants of the souls have passed, and the road is desolate.

Insects and birds are silent, birds and beasts are silent, flowers and plants are withered, and trees are charred.

"It's a loss! It's a loss! All beasts are weak, the flesh and blood essence energy is insufficient, they devour a little, they empty all the ten mountains, and they don't have enough energy for the standard beautiful body of the deity!"

The howl of the ghost and the wolf came from the mouth of a pale red transparent figure with a short body, and the sound spread, wave after wave, powerful sound waves, urging magic sounds, swept by waves, and the charred trees around them collapsed and shattered, and black smoke and dust filled the air, as if there was a heavy fog.

Black smoke wafted and rose from ten mountains one after another, black fog covered the sky, and the mountains were pitch black, empty without a wisp of green clothes.

"I think I'm so powerful, great Herris, I can't make a body! The flesh and blood of the deity, the fingers of the deity! Damn native, one day, the deity will want you to lose your body, and your soul will be tormented in the demonic fire!"

Herris wailed for a moment, then began to curse Wen Chuanting who had caused him to lose two bodies.

Five short figures, thin figures, through the pale red body, can vaguely see the scene of the black mountain behind. The twisted and hideous face, the nose, eyes, and eyebrows are squeezed together, and with the faint and transparent face, it is impossible to see where the eyes are and where the nose is.

Perhaps, the flesh and blood of the mortal beasts on the ten mountains were not enough for him to fully manifest his complete facial features.

"Damn natives, damn mortal beasts, damn mountains, the deity needs energy, a lot of energy, more flesh and blood, more men!"

Herris gritted his teeth and let out an inspirational roar. The phantom-like hands clenched their fists, and they couldn't wait to shake their fists, and the surging energy fell from the sky, and they couldn't wait to stomp their feet, and there would be endless flesh and blood essence.

With his feet on the ground and a boom, Herris jumped high, leaving a red afterimage drowned in the black powder that was rising, "It's not the opponent of the damn natives yet, the deity needs more energy, more natives with high energy!"

Wen Chuanting stood up, clenched his fists, and felt the surging power contained in it, "Eighty percent of the strength has been restored, eighty percent, it's enough!"

"The remaining injuries are not enough to affect the battle, you can slowly recuperate in the process of chasing the remnant soul!" A sharp gaze burst out from his eyes, and a single palm poked out, and the long sword that fell to the ground automatically jumped into his hand.

"It's time to ambush!"

Thoughts rose and fell, and the man had ejected, chasing down in the direction that the remnant Herris had left.

The long sword is shining with green light, circulating endlessly, and the sword qi is agitated, symbolizing the current mood of asking Chuanting.

It didn't take much effort to see the end of the sight, not far from the place where Herris had disappeared, and the tragic scene after the fire appeared in front of Wen Chuanting's eyes, and the charred trunk stood there alone, and the wind blew, peeling off the next layer of black powder from the trunk.

At the beginning, there was still an intermittent scene after being burned by the fire, and after dozens of miles, a large area of continuous burning appeared, barren, each mountain was like a black charcoal head, the mountain stone was pitch black, covered with layers of thick black powder, and a foot stepped on, creaking and leaving a footprint.

Among the mountains and rocks, occasionally a shriveled corpse stands, or the golden rooster is independent, or the head is raised to roar, or the lie down to make a latent shape.

The shapes are different, the appearance is different, the only common thing is that the skeleton is covered with a layer of shriveled flesh and blood, the bones are scrawny, and every bone joint is clearly presented in front of the eyes.

"Damn the demon!" a loud sound came from the clenched fist, and the vision gave Wen Chuanting a strong visual impact, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind, the land was barren, pitch black, and the rolling demonic energy was floating around, and all the way through, the dry bones were scattered.

The sky is black, the earth is black, the mountains are black, the rivers are black, even the transparent air is black, the whole world is black, the demonic energy is rolling, surging, green mountains and green waters, and the secret forest and secret realm are all turned into a demonic domain.

Such a view is depressing and panicking.

Don't dare to continue thinking about it.

The question was in a hurry, and his steps were even more urgent, and he wished that he could catch up with the remnant soul at that time, even if he didn't want to fight for his life, he would have to cut it under the sword.

Fortunately, there is no need to search for the direction in which the remnant soul Herris left, I don't know if it is negligence, or arrogance to the point of inflating mentality, Herris did not cover up the traces, everything is so obvious, as long as he follows the black, he steps on the coke powder.

Don't guess the psychology of the other party, don't consider whether there is a conspiracy, ask Chuanting to go crazy all the way, full of firepower, completely ignoring his own cultivation.

Don't think about it, there is monkey wine on his body, this is his reliance, cultivation has bottomed out, drink monkey wine, the meridians can't bear it, the stinging pain of the needle appears, swallow a sip of monkey wine that is highly condensed to jelly, and the stinging pain is immediately relieved.

One day and one night, I swallowed a few sips of monkey wine, and the injuries on my body were completely recovered under the powerful medicinal power, and the black winding and rugged in front of me could not be seen at a glance, as if a thick black carpet had been laid on the ground.

There is no end, and there is no way to find Herris. He couldn't find Herris, and the so-called cutting him under the sword was just an empty word.