"You know a lot, and sometimes it's not a good thing to know a lot!" The Netherworld General's tone was solemn, the black armor of his whole body shook, and the white bone long sword stabbed out in the void continuously, and the five sword rays suddenly appeared with each stab, condensing but not dispersing, and gradually condensed into a deep sword flower at the tip of the sword.

The flowers bloom with three petals, green and faint, and each petal exudes a terrifying power that makes people palpitate.

"Go! Let you see the gap between the spirit general and the spirit captain!"

Fan Tian looked up to the sky and roared angrily, his whole body was full of fighting intent, and with this roar, the phantom shadow of the flame in a circle around him was faintly surrounded, although it was only a phantom, but the color of the flame was extremely deep, and it was full of red vermilion.

He lifted the axe to the sky and slashed three times, one sank over the other, the axe shadow overlapped in an instant, and a suction force suddenly appeared, absorbing all the red vermilion flames around his body, and the axe shadow seemed to be condensed a lot after absorbing the red flame phantom.

Mu Shangyuan just stood firm, he couldn't think about it anymore, the broken gong instantly merged into one, and then threw it violently, with this throw, there was a water blue spear three feet at the tip of the gong.

Mu Liancheng had already heard Fan Tian's voice, and although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he also knew that at this time, life and death were tied to the first line, the long knife was straight on his chest, and his body was slightly sideways, making a gesture of holding the knife and wanting to slash. He usually looked a little gloomy, but at this moment, his momentum changed, and he actually had a bit of righteousness, and he didn't see any other movements, but a half-zhang long knife was born outside him, and he slashed straight down.

This is the Hanshan Mu clan's family heirloom spiritual skill "Void Heaven Knife", with his cultivation, he has only learned the starting style.

Wei Zhen came out of his house and kept hiding in the shadow of a pillar, not daring to get too close to the battlefield. With his little bit of cultivation, as long as he got a little too close, the aftermath of the battlefield was enough to kill him.

Seeing that Fan Tian was the enemy of the so-called "Netherworld General", his heart was surging, and he invisibly had a feeling of admiration for Fan Tian.

But at this moment, the little black suddenly drilled out of his chest, stood up on his left shoulder, his little nose twitched again and again in the air, and his indigo eyes showed a look of vigilance against a shadow in the corridor.

Wei Zhen noticed its anomaly, and as it looked, he saw nothing.

But after only a breath, a figure appeared from the shadows, this person had a blue face and blue skin, it was the ghost spiritual cultivator who had attacked Mu Liancheng before.

Wei Zhen looked at the blue-faced man who suddenly appeared, and his blood froze all over his body, as if he had forgotten to breathe.

The blue-faced man also looked at him, his cold killing intent was undisguised, and there was a terrible wound in his chest and abdomen, piercing his dry body, and a few drops of blue-green blood fell from time to time.

As his gaze moved down, Wei Zhen was shocked to find that there seemed to be a figure curled up in the open space in front of the blue-faced man, and by the faint light of the sky, he only saw a butterfly headdress between the green silk of the figure.

The appearance of this headdress made his heart beat violently, and the blood in his body seemed to regain some smoothness. Frightened, he still recognized that the butterfly-like headdress belonged to the little girl named Mu Ziyin.

The blue-faced man immediately noticed Wei Zhen's abnormality, and stretched out his right hand as if to point out, and then, a piece of green blood gushed out of his mouth again, and his outstretched right arm fell weakly.

Wei Zhen didn't seem to see this, his breathing became heavy, he gasped like a seriously ill person, glared at the blue-faced man, and actually walked over step by step.

The blue-faced man was also frightened and angry, if in his heyday, an ant like Wei Zhen could be killed under his fingers, but unfortunately he was now suffering a heavy blow.

He thought helplessly in his heart, when this ant got closer, he would strangle him alive, and then suck the blood of this pair of young men and women, and his injuries would be reduced.

There was already a short distance between the two, Wei Zhen approached step by step, and the blue-faced man looked at him as if he was stupid, and he smiled contemptuously in his heart, and he was even more relieved.

This is a long road, and in the eyes of the two of them, it seems to have become extremely long, but there is an end to it after all.

When the four eyes met, the blue-faced man's hideous claws instantly clasped Wei Zhen's neck.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

He slowly exerted his claws, watching Wei Zhen's pupils continue to widen, slowly enjoying the pleasure brought by this torture.

Wei Zhen's godless eyes gradually struggled a little, and he finally realized that death was approaching, and the short stick in his hand stabbed out indiscriminately.

At this moment, the blue-faced man suddenly heard a slight sound like a blade piercing into the cloth, and he couldn't help but look underneath, and there was a stinging pain there, as if he had just been bitten by a mosquito. However, under his incredulous gaze, a ruler-long black rod had already pierced his body alive, although it did not stab the vital point of the underworld.

The blue-faced people were shocked and angry in their hearts, the people of the Netherworld Continent were born with a hard body, no matter how weak he was, he would not be stabbed by a small first-level spirit master, if this was spread, he would definitely be laughed at for a lifetime.

This thought immediately made his anger grow uncontrollably frenzied, and a thought suddenly came to his mind, to bring this little spirit warrior back to the Netherworld, let him taste all kinds of punishments, and then die in endless pain.

But it was the last thought of his life.

His soul trembled, only to feel a great suction coming from under his abdomen, and then his eyes went dark, his eyes became hollow, and his body collapsed as if it were collapsing, and there was no trace of breath.

Wei Zhen had woken up from his fright at the moment, and after watching the blue-faced man fall silently, his body stopped moving. He pulled out the baton from under the other man, but he still couldn't figure out why the blue-faced man died suddenly. If someone had told him that he had killed the Blue-Faced Man, he would never believe it.

After composing himself, Wei Zhen approached the huddled figure on the ground, lifted the black cloth covering his face, and revealed a delicate and beautiful little face under it, which was Mu Ziyin who had saved him.

"Miss Mu is here, come and ......" Wei Zhen roared with all his strength.

As soon as his voice was heard, the Mu slave army rushed over desperately.

Above the sky, Fan Tian's chest was torn apart, revealing a strong muscle, but at the moment, it was scarred and of different shades.

When Wei Zhen's voice calling for help came, he didn't turn around, but his right palm, which was holding the Heavenly Axe, couldn't help but tighten.

Mu Liancheng below stood on the ground, his expression was abrupt, Mu Shangyuan sat down in a daze, he couldn't even get up, and the two of them had no strength to fight.

"It turns out that you are actually a rare Vermilion Fire spiritual cultivator!" The Nether General had already withdrawn the White Bone Sword, and Fang Cai's second blow was blocked by the three of them together.

"It seems that General Ben is underestimating you!

The Nether General's face was expressionless, and he opened his mouth and spat out, and sacrificed something.

At first glance, it looked like a wriggling mass of indistinct appearance.

"Go eat his soul, darling!" commanded the Nether General.

The wriggling mass seemed to be able to understand his words, and its body shrunk, and it had moved some distance in the air.

Fan Tian pinched out a fire mark and punched it out, but it actually penetrated the past directly.

Seeing that the distance was only one zhang, the mass suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and when it reappeared the next moment, it was already coiled between Fan Tian's eyebrows.

No matter how Fan Tian struggled and tore, it remained unmoved, and only then did it reveal a small mouth full of fine teeth, slowly sucking out of thin air, as if it was pulling and biting and devouring something.

Fan Tian suddenly let out a miserable scream, and the Open Heaven Axe threw it away, and his body immediately fell from mid-air.

Wei Zhen saw this scene from afar, and he was worried in his heart, but he could only be anxious, and the other Mu people were the same. If even Fan Tian can't resist this Netherworld General, who else will be his opponent?

Mu Liancheng was so frightened that his face was bloodless.

The Nether General's figure flickered, but he was already standing a meter in front of him.

"Hand over the Yin Soul Orb!" the Nether General spread his palms.

Mu Liancheng looked around, except for Mu Shangyuan who quietly lowered his head beside him, no one stood within thirty meters, and he took out a palm-sized cloth bag with a sad face.

Although this cloth bag is small and seemingly inconspicuous, it is a storage artifact with its own space inside. Although he has saved his life by doing so now, he is afraid that his life in the clan will be sad in the future.

"Can't give it to him. ”

A roar of pain, like that of a beast, suddenly erupted from behind the trio.

The Nether General turned around in surprise, only to see a fiery red figure slowly walking towards it, and with each step, the ground shook and undid all the invisible coercion he unleashed.

This figure was none other than Fan Tian, and now his whole body was shrouded in a tangible flame, and the strange thing that had defeated him before seemed to be extremely afraid of the red flames around him at this moment, and was trying its best to flee into the air.

"Hell yes, he broke through!" the Nether General screamed.

No one could have imagined that Fan Tian would actually break through the spirit captain and reach the level of a spirit general at the moment of life and death, and a coercion almost equal to him enveloped this side of the main courtyard.

"You have just broken through, if you don't stabilize your foundation in time and fight with me again, once you are injured, your cultivation will definitely plummet, and there will be no possibility of promotion to the spirit general for eternity. The Nether General suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and deliberately pointed out Fan Tian's current situation.

The Yin Soul Bead is a superb spiritual creature that can be born in the land of extreme yin for more than 500 years, and it is of indescribable importance to the Netherworld. Every time the Nether Spiritual Cultivation is upgraded to a level of cultivation, in addition to the spiritual power to be perfected, it also has to deal with the Yin Soul Backlash caused by the long-term inhalation of the Netherworld. This Yin Soul Bead was born in the Land of Extreme Yin, and has a natural restraint power for Yin Souls, but if the utility is limited to this, it is not worth the Nether General's reckless risk, regardless of the constraints of the interface, breaking the boundary and forcibly snatching it. All because it has another more important function, every Nether will break through to the spirit handsome, and when you want to achieve the spirit king, if you have the Yin Soul Bead in your hand, you can increase the chance of success by one to two percent, which is its real preciousness. If such a superb spiritual creature were to come out of the Netherworld Continent, all the Netherworld generals and handsome would be moved, and it would inevitably cause a killing catastrophe.