The flames are endless, and the energy that provides the whirlpool is not the same, the flame envelops the whirlpool, and the whirlpool stretches the flame, and the two are not separated from each other, as if they were a whole, a whirlpool burning with raging flames, and at the center of the whirlpool is the darkness that swallows up all light.

Wen Chuanting dodged the suction of the whirlpool, and was angry in his heart, knowing that the remnant soul wanted to get his soul out of his body when he relaxed his vigilance through anger and anger.

Between difficult and easy, most people tend to choose easy.

When asking Chuanting to relax his vigilance, it is an easy way to absorb his soul through his eyes, and compared to a hard collision, the remnant soul will save a lot of problems.

It's just that he didn't expect that the sea space of Wen Chuanting not only has a soul exists, but also a treasure that makes him salivate, although he doesn't know its name, he doesn't know its function, just by virtue of the collision at the beginning, this is a treasure no less than his own deity.

It's not that he's not nervous, and it's impossible that he's not greedy.

The whirlpool is like a black hole, connecting the sea of knowledge and the outside space, as for the whirlpool in the eyes of the remnant soul, whether it is really connected to the abyss or other places, I don't know anything about it.

The flames swept away, reflecting the whole sea of knowledge, the golden and white lotus roots pierced, hitting the whirlpool, making a sound of gold and iron, every time I watched the whirlpool about to collapse, but it shook twice, standing there as stable as a mountain.

The remnant soul increased its strength, the whirlpool stirred, no longer aimed at Wen Chuanting, but turned to the lotus platform, the lotus platform released flames, collided with the whirlpool, the soaring flames, burned on the whirlpool, each wave down, the whirlpool was a few points smaller, not for a long time, the power sent by the remnant soul will once again fuel the growth of the whirlpool.

This is a tug-of-war, a battle for the sea space.

Wen Chuan raised his eyebrows, seeing that Si Yu couldn't suppress the whirlpool, he couldn't help but roar, "The sword is coming!"

A brilliant sword light pierced the sky, brilliant as the scorching sun, even the golden and white flames that occupied the entire sea space were a little dim at the moment when the scorching sun appeared, and they did not dare to compete with this scorching sun.

The white scorching sword qi fell from the sky, the sharp sword qi carried the breath of destruction of everything, the sword qi was traversing, as if the sea space was cut in half, the soaring flames rose and fell, bent down and jumped in shape, bowed his head to his ears, and did not dare to show off the slightest demeanor.

The coercion is infinite, this sword qi is this day, this is this land, it is the master of all things in the world, fighting against the golden and white flames, not falling into the whirlpool of the wind, facing this sword across the world, making a creaking sound, like a rusty waterwheel, being turned at a certain moment.

The whirlpool struggled as hard as he could, trying to turn his almost stagnant form, but he couldn't resist the pressure of heaven and earth.

Outside, where the remnant soul is, has turned into a darkness, a radius of hundreds of miles, all the light is invested, as if swallowed by something, the wind and clouds are remnant, the clouds are crazy to rotate and flow, forming a whirlpool that swallows everything, the earth is barren, the dust is flying, and the big tree hugged by the three of them is like a boat in the sea under the whirlpool, and it is uprooted between the shakes.

Tumbling, whirling, and plunging into the whirlpool, the branches and leaves were instantly torn and shattered by the frenzied wind, leaving only one log to hold on, and as it approached the center of the whirlpool, the insistent log was also broken down into the finest crumbs, and finally it was turned into energy to replenish itself by the remnant soul's ability to destroy everything and devour everything.

Mountains and rocks are like this, within a radius of a hundred miles, all the things that contain energy are absorbed and rolled up by the remnant soul, and a little bit of it is shattered and replaced by energy devouring, and all the energy is sent by the remnant soul through his eyes into the sea of knowledge of the question.

With a sword slash, the wind and thunder surged, the whirlpool was cut vertically, the blade was pressed down, and the fine cracks were all over the whirlpool, and the clicking sound was endless.

Under the guidance of Wen Chuanting, the flames of surrender jumped again, drilling in and out of each crack, scorching a vortex like black jade.

"No!"

If someone stood in front of him, they would find that with the long sword that pierced the sky, the eyes of the remnant soul that contained a deep vortex also appeared at the same time, and the endless coercion was pervasive, a sword fell, the vortex broke immediately, and as the long sword moved down, the vortex was cut vertically.

The center of the vortex that pierced through the abyss was also slashed under this sword.

"No! you forced me, you forced me!"

The remnant soul roared angrily, looking like crazy, but unfortunately, Wen Chuanting's consciousness had penetrated deep into the sea of knowledge, and he couldn't find his current appearance.

The body of the abundant god like jade suddenly trembled, and the darkness that devoured everything expanded outward for another point, and the storm was formed with the remnant soul as the center, and an inexplicable wave spread from the shaking body, and finally concentrated on the top of the head, as if it had accumulated enough energy, the orderly fluctuations suddenly dispersed, and a strong wave shot out from the top of the head, rushing into the sky, and burrowing into the green underworld.

This is just the beginning, the strong waves rushed into the sky, and in an instant a wisp of powerful ideas fell from the sky, sweeping through this side of the world savagely, if the mountains are heavy, if the earth is vast, if the sky is wide, if the rivers are as continuous.

The idea was immediately retracted, the speed was as fast as lightning, and the momentum was majestic, smashing a floating cloud, and a huge air flow reversed and followed, crushing the broken cloud again, and the transparent air flow roared in the air, as if the green darkness had broken a hole, desperately absorbing the air that devoured the blue moon world.

Thoughts rose from all directions, chasing after that thought, the rapid shooting of the idea seemed to find the ants following behind him, the speed of the rapid shooting suddenly stopped, turned, a collision, the wind and clouds surged, and a few screams faintly came from the sky.

One after another, the thoughts whirled in embarrassment, far away from the powerful existence, and the thoughts did not chase, but swirled in the air, and then rushed out of the sky.

The mind left, and the momentum on the remnant soul was inexplicably too high, forming a powerful coercion that enveloped all directions, and a stream of breath that did not belong to him, but there were eight or nine similar powers emerging from his body.

In the sea of knowledge, the long sword was about to be cut down, completely smashing the whirlpool, splitting it into two, unexpectedly, a new force came through the inexplicable channel, all the golden and white flames were repelled out, and only a little whirlpool recovered, and the long sword that was about to be completely cut off was suddenly stuck in the middle by the intact whirlpool, and in the click, the whirlpool rotated slowly, and the long sword that was split instantly shattered, turning into pieces of light and rain sprinkled.

Wen Chuanting snorted, the small figure of the soul was stunned, a wisp of liquid flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and the outside world, Wen Chuanting's body also trembled violently, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was surging, dripping down his chin, staining his chest, and crossing blood-red marks.

The breath rose and rose, and the strength rose and rose, and the two vortices in the eyes almost condensed into substance, as if two black jade cones with the tips of the cones inward were lying in their eyes.

In the sea of knowledge, twisting the long sword, repelling the whirlpool of golden and white flames, twisted rapidly, the whole was like a crazy rotating turbine, breaking the calm of the sea area, asking Chuanting's soul to be injured, and before he had time to adjust and shoot again, the powerful suction pulled him towards the center of the whirlpool.

The golden and white flames that were repelled turned in an instant, and as Wen Chuanting's soul inhaled into the center, even if Si Yu tried his best to pull it, he couldn't stop it in the slightest. Even the lotus platform, which was rooted in the sea of knowledge, was shaking, showing signs of moving towards the center of the whirlpool.

The sea of knowledge shook, and the whole space seemed to be held by an invisible hand, squeezing inward, and there was a faint feeling of collapse.

"Wow!"

In addition to the whistling sound, there was no other sound of Zhihai suddenly appeared a sound that was not unusual for ordinary people, and the squeezing and collapsing Zhihai ball swelled and bounced up, and a gentle ripple swept by, silently, and all the shocks tended to calm down.

The whirlpool that swirled wildly suddenly stopped, and asked Chuanting to go deep into the center of the whirlpool, and the soul of Zhihai was pulled by only one line to stop in the position that was about to come out.

A white as jade, as slender and slender as a woman's palm suddenly appeared in the space of Zhihai, the slender palm stretched out a finger, moved gently, stuck on the edge of Zhihai, and asked Chuanting that soul that was about to be pulled out crossed a long distance and instantly appeared in the center of Zhihai.

Asked Chuanting to return to the soul, this is not over, the slender finger pointed at the vortex that was almost condensed into substance, the black jade-like sword could not be broken, and the vortex that could not be extinguished by fire was instantly shattered, turning into wisps of green smoke and disappearing in the sea of knowledge space.

"No!"

The remnant soul roared angrily, accompanied by a mouthful of blood spurting out, which was faintly mixed with a few fragments, and the eyes containing the deep vortex suddenly exploded, and two wisps of Yin Hong and the fragments of the eyeballs sprayed out, shooting towards Wen Chuanting's face with a whistling.