Hei Yuan didn't refute, but he turned into a body, and once again whirled around with the middle-aged man in purple, Zhang Yiyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his body was even more aggrieved to lie on the ground.

You know, it didn't seem to take much effort just now, but he himself knew that the weight of the corpse of this middle-aged man in purple was more than tens of thousands of catties.

On a closer look, Zhang Yiyang saw clearly the parting of the fourth place of the demon soldiers, it was a long sword with a silver body, but this sword was a little strange, there was no tip but a whirling hook, the hook blade was extremely sharp, revealing a cold glow, and every time it collided with the black abyss, it had to be frozen for a moment.

"What now?"

Zhang Yiyang regained some strength and took the time to ask Hei Yuan.

"What else can I do! Kill him!"

Hei Yuan's answer made Zhang Yiyang feel helpless, "That's dead, how to kill?"

"Nonsense, of course it was burned with fire, don't you have a heavenly fire?

As soon as Hei Yuan reminded him, Zhang Yiyang suddenly realized, and hurriedly urged the heavenly fire in his body, forming a flame that sprayed towards the purple-clothed middle-aged man.

The burning flames made the middle-aged man's body instantly turn into a sea of fire, and the screams that sounded through the soul made people feel chilled when they heard it.

"How can you be conscious when you're dead?"

Zhang Yiyang muttered, his eyes full of doubt.

"Do you remember those imps who entered your sea of knowledge?"

The black abyss seemed to solve his puzzles, and he instantly remembered the scene of being surrounded by imps before.

Those imps, pitch black, like substance, at the moment, it is obvious that these dead bodies are dominated by those imps.

"Those imps are supposed to be soul bodies, where did they come from?"

After Zhang Yiyang figured it out, he had doubts.

"How do I know, but someone should know!" The black abyss turned into a soul and directly drilled into the sea of consciousness of the purple-clothed middle-aged man.

The purple-clothed middle-aged man's sea of knowledge is very large, dozens of times larger than Zhang Yiyang's, and in the sea of knowledge, groups of little ghosts are afraid of meeting a nemesis, and they retreat frantically.

Hei Yuan chased after him, slashing all the way, integrating those little ghosts into his soul one after another, until the other party ran away, and Hei Yuan did not stop.

He found the purpose of this trip and parted.

The silver-gray soul of parting looked dim at the moment, hiding in the corner, which seemed dispensable, but seeing the appearance of the black abyss, that guy suddenly lit up.

"I didn't expect to see the same kind of people before disappearing, you shouldn't have come here!" the parting voice was a little weak.

"However, I'm still here for you!" Hei Yuan was a little gloomy when he saw the parting that was about to dissipate, especially when there were more devouring souls, and Hei Yuan even had some human emotions.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that someone would dare to try that legendary story, but unfortunately, I thought this person would be Moluo!"

"It's dead!"

The parting turned into an old man and nodded.

Hei Yuan also turned into an old man, but said, "Are you ready?"

Parting naturally knew the meaning of the other party's words, like self-deprecation, looked at the little ghosts hiding in the corner behind him, and said: "I've been tortured enough by them, it's better to fulfill you, it's better to fulfill myself!"

Hei Yuan led the way in front of him, and followed slowly with parting, telling how it was trapped here back then, and how it was devoured by these little ghosts, in short, it wanted to talk more, because it had been holding back for a long time.