The black flames that suddenly extinguished in the dense fog made the soldiers of the Zhusha Clan, who had just seen the sand mark calmed down, feel a little uneasy in their hearts again.

In the midst of the unsteady heart, a joyful sound of "come quickly" spread throughout the city, causing everyone's eyes to follow the place where the sound came to look at the magic sand tree.

They were surprised to find that in a thick fog, Shen Moli's petite figure quickly pulled the magic sand tree into the enchantment.

"Sealed. After Shen Moli entered the enchantment, he quickly gathered his spiritual power into an ocean, and sealed the opening tightly from the inside before the opening of the enchantment closed.

It was only the ocean of divine souls under the realm of the Holy Order, and although it was turbulent, it was difficult to resist the fierce fire that converged after the burning of the six spirits.

Under the scorching fire of the prairie fire, the ocean that sealed the breach in the barrier continued to evaporate at a speed that could be seen. In less than half an hour, the extremely thick ocean has been steamed to the thickness of window paper.

Wisps of mist, passing through the ocean that was almost evaporated, poured into the barrier like pieces of flying knives, flying around and quickly plundering the lives of the Sand Clan's soldiers.

In an instant, the heads and blood of the soldiers were separated from the bodies of the soldiers, and the aura of panic spread throughout the city.

Looking at the scene of the continuous influx of mist and slaughter, Shen Moli's eyebrows furrowed, and he was resolutely determined to awaken the emperor soul in his body.

In the past life and the present life, the emperor's soul was parasitic in two lives, and Shen Moli was very familiar with the strength contained in the emperor's soul and the plundering of his own consciousness. Releasing the emperor's soul, Shen Moli knew the hidden risk of being taken away.

However, in the face of the thick fog that kept taking people's lives, Shen Moli wanted to fight for his life even more.

It was difficult for her to watch the dense fog kill and do nothing, but when she had just ascended to the Holy Rank realm, it was not easy to fight against the dense fog. In the trade-off, Shen Moli set his sights on the emperor soul.

Quietly running the aura, Shen Moli tried to communicate with the multiple complex forces that bound the emperor's soul. Several forces, familiar or unfamiliar, were extremely resistant to releasing the emperor's soul in the communication with Shen Moli.

In the midst of continuous communication, a huge roar brought Shen Moli's gaze, which was still trying to persuade the power in his body to release the emperor's soul.

Behind the gradually thinning waves, Shozhang used the demonic energy in the sand seal to turn into his own magic power, and merged into the enchantment, making the edge of the enchantment extremely sharp.

The sharp enchantment continued to pierce the raging flames, piercing dozens of wounds through the skin and flesh hidden in the flames.

Because of the burning of the six spirits, although he was extremely patient with the sharp firmament on the barrier because he was unwilling to give up, he continued to forcibly bake the ocean through the raging flames, trying to break into it before the barrier closed.

However, no matter how tenacious the will is, the pain in the body will not be reduced.

The constant pain from the edge of the enchantment caused the body to shrink back in instinctive reaction. Even though Cang Er was extremely restrained from his retreating movements, the body that did not belong to him did not all obey Cang Er's instructions.

Indignant, Cang Er said angrily: "Useless waste!"

After that, the thick fog shook off, and the body of the canger who had been snatched away was thrown straight to the side.

The body that has lost the support of the soul is thrown away like a pile of soft mud by the force, lying on the side without strength, but it is not directly turned into ashes like the bodies of others who have lost the support of the soul.

Seeing the body that was thrown away by the thick fog, the Demon Sand Tree wanted to rush through the ocean and pull it back. The steps that hurried forward were pulled back by Shen Moli.

Shen Moli's delicate face looked directly at the Demon Sand Tree, shook his head slightly, and said, "Old Shu, I know how important Cang Er is to you. However, it is not timely to regain his body left in the world at this time, believe me, Mo Li will definitely take back Canger's body on your behalf. ”

After hearing Shen Moli's words, the Demon Sand Tree forcibly held back the concern for Cang Er in his heart, sighed lightly, and had no intention of responding to Shen Moli because of the depression in his heart.

In order to vent the anger in his heart, after saving Canger's body to no avail, the Demon Sand Tree resolutely shifted his gaze to the few mist that broke into the city. At this time, some of the fog was fighting fiercely with Xianggu and the soldiers, and some of the fog was like entering a no-man's land, breaking into the city and killing the unarmed Sand civilians.

The Demon Sand Tree roared angrily, and suddenly aimed its gaze at the mist that was rampant in the city, and waved its branches towards the mist.

With nowhere to vent his anger, he regarded the fog as his closest enemy, ready to fight to the end.

The fierce slashing sound spread inside and outside the city, and the blood-stained mist was like an invisible flying knife in the fight with everyone, and there was a touch of invincible sharpness in the softness.

At the edge of the city, Xiang Zhang and Shen Moli cooperated to block the more turbulent fog. The dense fog of the fire collided with the enchantment again and again towards the weaker and weaker ocean.

Between the collision of water and fire, Shen Moli endured the blazing heat of the flames transmitted from the ocean of divine souls, and forcibly supported himself to resist the dense fog with his last spiritual power.

It's just that in resisting, she knows that it is not a good way to consume it like this. The spiritual power consumed in vain can withstand the dense fog for a while, but it can't withstand forever.

In the forced resistance, Shen Moli's delicate face was pale, and the cold sweat on her whole body suddenly rained, soaking her clothes to the ground. She could clearly feel the heat in the flames like ten thousand scorching bayonets piercing herself, quickly taking away her strength.

The huge consumption of spiritual energy made Shen Moli's consciousness gradually become trance-like, and in his vague consciousness, the ocean that had been baked by the flames like a butterfly wing became extremely unstable.

Biting her lips, Shen Moli was in a state of confusion, and suddenly chose to use pain to force herself to maintain her last sobriety. She was well aware of the importance of the barrier to the Sand Clan, and also knew the danger she would face if the barrier was broken.

The flames in the sky scorched the surrounding area of the barrier, and the masses were undulated, as if they were showing the world their terrifying strength at extremely high temperatures.

Looking at the flames that had not diminished in the slightest, a bead of blood slipped from the corner of Shen Moli's lips, and in Shen Moli's moment, it was like a raindrop falling into the ring.

The crimson blood was like a secret key that opened the mechanism in the ring.

In a moment that everyone couldn't see, the ring jumped out of a ray of light, like a starlight in the night, suddenly passing through the barrier, through the sand, and directly to Qi Yan's hands on the other side of the demon land.

Halfway through the chess game, Qi Yan held the chess piece and was affected by the slightest induction, and suddenly appeared distracted, and he didn't notice the chess pieces when he was contemplating the things in his heart.

Shen Moli's voice, although they have only met a few times, is somehow deeply imprinted into Qi Yan's memory.

At first, he really had ulterior motives when he wanted to marry Shen Moli. It's just that as time goes by, I don't know if it's because of the influence of the Heart Moon Fox, or because of the relationship that he thinks about in his heart, it is difficult for Qi Yan to forget Shen Moli.

The induction from the ring was clearly a sign that Shen Moli was in danger. In the face of this chess that has been rolled out more than half of the time, Qi Yan couldn't help but hesitate.