Chapter 606: Battle Soul (5)

"Bang!"

On the ground of ashes, Ye Qingcheng's gradually dissipating shadow of thought, after a vague whisper, suddenly turned into a void of gray smoke and exploded into the air. [Dance eBook] [Debut]

However, the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul wearing a silver cloak suddenly sensed something. Then, it sneered disdainfully: "I thought that your will was really invincible, but it was also shattered in the palm of this ancestor's hand. Hmph, as soon as I was impressed with you, you compromised. If you dedicate your soul to your ancestors earlier, you will suffer less of these tortures. ”

With that, its figure scurried up and flew upwards at a rapid pace.

As a result, to its horror, the gray clouds and smoke rolling on the sky dome turned into scarlet blood-colored clouds in an instant!

"What's going on?" it snapped, and things turned weird.

"What are you fighting for?" In the midst of the rolling blood, Ye Qingcheng's voice suddenly came, as loud as thunder.

"Bastard!!" the Wind Dragon Ancestor roared in horror, "Little ghost, where are you? Why aren't you dead!"

It turned its head in a panic to look around, but Ye Qingcheng was never seen.

"Why do you bear it?" another thunderous figure echoed through the heavens and the earth.

The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul immediately flew up, and after piercing through the thick blood cloud, it flew to the sky of the Nine Heavens.

The mighty wind was whistling, and on the rolling blood clouds, there was a vast and deep starry sky. A majestic figure suspended proudly above the sky. Wearing a bright blood-red armor, he looked up at the boundless universe with his sword, and continued, "Why do you want to become stronger?"

His voice was not loud, but when it came out, it reverberated loudly in the blood cloud.

"How did you do that?!" the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul roared frantically, "How can your soul appear in the Ancestor's soul space!?"

"Isn't this exactly what you want?" Ye Qingcheng turned his face and looked at the figure of the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul with a deep gaze.

"Not true. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul frantically denied, "Something must have gone wrong. This is not possible. ”

"Why are you getting stronger?" Ye Qingcheng let go of his hand, left the ancient sword in place, and walked in the air, continuing.

Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul was in turmoil. It stared at Ye Qingcheng's figure, and could no longer see a trace of fear and hesitation, on the contrary, it felt a murderous aura rushing towards it.

"Impossible!!" its figure flickered violently, and it quickly flew in front of Ye Qingcheng.

"Poof!!" A sharp scythe instantly pierced through Ye Qingcheng's soul shadow and stabbed out from his back. Under the cloak and hood of the Wind Dragon Soul Ancestor, the condensed silver dragon pupils were about to shrink, and they sneered: "No matter what happens, this ancestor will kill you again." ”

However, Ye Qingcheng didn't feel the pain, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the wrist of the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul, and violently powered. An irreversible force squeezed on its wrist.

"Click!!" its wrist snapped in an instant, detached from its arm. Silver-red soul smoke erupted from its broken wrist.

"Ahhh

Ye Qingcheng grabbed its broken claw and slowly pulled the sickle out of his chest. On the scar on his chest, streaks of blood smoke quickly condensed, and in the blink of an eye, the wound healed.

"Why ?!!" Seeing this scene, the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul suddenly broke down and screamed.

"Whoosh!" Ye Qingcheng's figure flickered suddenly, and instantly appeared in front of it, raising his fist violently and slamming it into its abdomen. A circle of blood-colored smoke swept out suddenly, and its figure first bowed into a shrimp shape, and then was bombarded and flew up rapidly.

Immediately after, he flew down violently, chasing after the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul.

What are you fighting for?

"Bang !!!" above the sky, a circle of blood smoke exploded again. Ye Qingcheng's fist ferociously bombarded it upwards again.

Why do you bear it?

The second circle !!!of blood smoke exploded, and cracks cracked on its silver cloak, continuously spewing out silver-red soul smoke.

Why do you want to be stronger?

The third circle !!!of blood smoke exploded, and its cloak shattered directly, condensing into a half-dragon-like hideous figure, and a large number of scales fell off and flew out.

What do you carry in your heart?

"Bang !!!" Ye Qingcheng flew again, broke through the last airflow layer, and entered the starry sky. After the fourth punch bombarded out, a circle of blood smoke exploded on the head of the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul, and the entire Dragon Soul's head was distorted.

What are you guarding?

"Bang !!!" Ye Qingcheng's body once again rushed like thunder and lightning, and he swung his fist fiercely, hitting the sickle in his hand. The scythe in its hand and its entire arm shattered in an instant, turning into a spray of silver smoke.

"Wait. A weak voice came, and the wind dragon soul hung miserably in the starry sky, and in the distance in the deep position, the vast stars flashed. It said weakly, "Why have you become so strong?"

Ye Qingcheng walked to the left side of its body, put his palm against its chest, and said, "There is no limit to life at all. There is a limit to suffering, and once it is beyond its limit, it can be conquered. Now, the source of your eternal wounds is mine. ”

"All?"

"Do you still use the power of eternal injury?" Ye Qingcheng asked rhetorically.

"Other challengers, even if they beat me, can only get a permanent wound mark. And you, however, have snatched away the entire source of eternal injury. Hehe, I didn't expect that the things stolen from the Hellfire were finally taken away by Nuwa's descendants. ”

"In return. Ye Qingcheng put his palm against its chest, and said in a deep voice: "I will give you the Qianhua palm that I realized just now." ”

After speaking, a chilling flash flashed in his deep eyes, and under the palm of his chest, it suddenly reversed into a blood-colored vortex. The blood-colored vortex had just spun three times before it quickly turned back and then spun faster and faster. He roared loudly: "The Fourth Clan of the Thousand Transformation Palm, the Eternal Wounded Palm!"

"Buzz!"

In the starry sky where the stars were bright and clear, a column of blood that was thick and rapidly rotating suddenly flew out, and rushed all the way to the depths of the distant galaxy before it exploded!

What do you crave?!

"Bang !!!!!!!"

In the depths of the galaxy, as soon as the blood-colored giant pillar disappeared, a terrifying silver vortex exploded. The huge whirlpool, spinning rapidly, was like a terrifying abyss, rapidly absorbing the entire starry sky. This is the soul space of the Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul, and as its soul is destroyed, the entire space also collapses.

............

Inside the ancient hall.

All the blood water retreated into the abyss, and the entire space in the hall quickly became dry, and there was no trace of blood. The blood in the abyss was also rapidly retreating, like an ancient well that had been drained, with only wisps of silver smoke floating up.

Liu Beishui carried Xiaobai on his back and walked over in horror and hesitation.

When he reached the edge of the abyss, he looked down and saw that there was no blood in the entire abyss, and it had completely dried up.

Suddenly, in the thick silver smoke below the abyss, a blood-colored figure suddenly flew out. He immediately took a few steps back.

Ye Qingcheng was wearing blood-colored armor, his left eye flashed with a green ghost pupil, and he looked at Liu Beishui, who was frightened and did not slow down.

"Who are you?" Liu Beishui shouted cautiously, for fear that this soul shadow would be conjured up.

As a result, Ye Qingcheng's soul shadow took a step forward, hugged Liu Beishui suddenly, and said gratefully with tears: "Thank you, Beishui." I wouldn't have been able to get through this without you. ”

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