Each of the nine major attributes of soul power has its own unique natural properties, such as the sharpness of metal, the burning of fire attributes, and the healing of water attributes......

The wood attribute is to interfere with the vitality of the body!

These unpredictable and strange attributes will be revealed more and more as the strength of the Soul Cultivator increases, and they can play an unexpected role in battle!

At this time, Mao Xiaomao is undoubtedly painful, although the passage of vitality is extremely slow, he did not become old in an instant, but he knows that he is aging quickly beyond nature, but there is nothing he can do, it is obviously better to live than to die!

Because of fear, he began to panic, and because of panic, he began to tremble slightly.

Although Tang Huang didn't know what happened to Mao Xiaomao's body, the latter obviously pinched the leaf that pierced into his body, but he couldn't pull it out for a long time, which was obviously abnormal!

So, Tang Huang decided not to wait any longer.

The index finger and middle finger of the left hand are straightened together, the ring finger and the little finger are flexed inward, and the thumb is buckled above the two fingers.

The index finger of the right hand is flexed inward, the thumb is buckled on it, and the middle finger, ring finger, and little finger are together and straight.

The middle finger is flexed inward, the thumb is buckled on it, and the index finger, ring finger, and little finger are brought together and straightened.

The ring finger is flexed inward, the thumb is buckled on it, and the index, middle, and little fingers are together and straight.

The little finger is flexed inward, the thumb is buckled on it, and the index, middle, and ring fingers are brought together and straightened.

The left hand is steady and the sword trick does not move, but the right hand is changing three times in an instant!

The wrist of the left hand shook slightly, and the sword trick turned right.

Flip your right hand with your palm facing up, and the mudra changes.

The index finger and ring finger are buckled inward, the middle finger and little finger are straightened, and the thumb is slightly flexed.

"Ding......

With the crisp and moving sound of dripping water, four drops of golden soul power appeared on Tang Huang's heavenly spirit, and then spun wildly!

Because the speed of the handprint is too fast, it gives people the illusion that the soul power drop appears after the handprint is formed first!

In fact, when the first handprint appeared in Tang Huang's left hand, four drops of soul power had already appeared on his heavenly spirit!

It's just that the later handprints are all completed in an instant, and the sound propagation is relatively slow, so it leads to some kind of illusion.

Hearing the sound of four drops of water, Mao Xiaomao subconsciously turned his head quietly, he looked at Tang Huang and the four drops of soul power above the latter's heavenly spirit, his expression was stunned, and then he became puzzled, and then became quite strange.

Tang Huang tilted his head slightly, looked at Mao Xiaomao with a complicated expression, sighed slightly in his heart, and then quickly shifted his gaze to Xu Qingyi on the opposite side.

At this time, a sword shadow with a hundred soul power condensation appeared behind Tang Huang, and the tip of the sword pointed at Xu Qingyi!

"Little Hundred Swordsmanship!"

While his heart was lightly moving, Tang Huang's big eyes slowly narrowed, and the two cold eyes that seemed to be like substance stared at the arrogant but indeed extremely pretty figure.

Xu Qingyi's beautiful eyes turned slightly, her good-looking eyelashes trembled slightly, she glanced at the hundred soul power sword shadows behind Tang Huang, felt the sword intent, and then glanced at the four soul power drops above Tang Huang's heavenly spirit, and quickly calculated the damage gain and loss in her heart, and finally frowned and changed her handprint.

With a bare move, when the hundred soul power sword shadows on the opposite side were still about a meter away from her, the leaf-shaped horcrux that had originally pierced into Mao Xiaomao's body instantly pierced the space and appeared in front of her.

The next moment, as if history was repeating itself, the seemingly weak leaf-shaped Horcrux was once again transformed into countless pieces of heaven under the urging of Xu Qingyi's constantly changing handprints.

Then he brazenly met the hundreds of soul power sword shadows that had already attacked!

"Dingding......

For a while, the sound of gold and iron hitting was endless.

"Dangchang!"

At the same time, a loud bang suddenly sounded in the field, and it was emitted by the giant sword leaving his hand and landing on the ground.

The strange blade finally left his body, Mao Xiaomao's body that was obviously one size larger than his peers knelt on the ground, the arms that were originally thick and powerful, but at the moment they kept trembling and leaving blood, could support half of his body, he slowly lowered his head, let the animal skin belt on his forehead that had already been soaked with sweat loosen, and then floated to the ground, one after another, a rough breath, mixed with a trace of fear for the rest of his life, from his mouth kept exhaling.

At a certain moment, as if remembering something, Mao Xiaomao raised his head with difficulty, looked at Tang Huang on the other side with an indifferent expression, and looked at the four shining soul power drops above the latter's heavenly spirit.

It was four drops of metallic soul power that shimmered with golden light, and that dazzling color made Mao Xiaomao lose his mind for a while.

On the other side, Xu Qing, who had been paying close attention to the battlefield, quietly shifted his gaze from Tang Huang, who had suddenly emerged, he glanced at the last one, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he saw Mao Xiaomao, and just saw the moment when the latter lost his mind.

The corners of his mouth hooked, and his expression was cold.

"One by one. ”

With a sneer in his heart, Xu Qing winked.

The purple-clothed old man beside him was obviously stunned, his eyes followed Xu Qing's line of sight subconsciously, and when he saw Mao Xiaomao kneeling on the ground, the old man instantly understood.

The disdainful gaze fell on Mao Xiaomao's body casually, and the old man in purple's handprint moved quickly.

"Qianjun Town!"

A moment later, with a cold drink, the vast earth attribute soul power suddenly overflowed from the soul power droplets above the old man's heavenly spirit.

Immediately after, between the sleeves of the purple-clothed old man's robe, a huge seal shaped like a mountain flew out of it, and then flew into the air.

In the next moment, as the old man's handprint changed sharply, the vast soul power that had originally condensed around him poured into the huge seal that appeared later in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz"

With a strange humming sound, with the infusion of soul power, the mountain-like giant seal swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It wasn't until the end that the giant seal turned into the size of a small mountain, and it was only then that people could see clearly that the giant seal was engraved with the word "Qianjun".

Obviously, it's a Horcrux!

At this time, the old man in purple suddenly widened his eyes, and a burst of shouts suddenly exploded from his mouth:

"Town!"

As soon as the words fell, the giant seal in mid-air emitted an inexplicable tremor, and after a while, it was suppressed towards Mao Xiaomao below!

This is a soul technique from a five-drop soul king, and the power during it is naturally not to be underestimated, under the target, Mao Xiaomao came back to his senses in an instant.

The huge pressure from above his head made his already kneeling body drop by three points in an instant!

He gritted his teeth and struggled to raise his head, only to realize that above his body, at a height of ten meters, a small mountain was coming towards him.

"Ahh

The giant seal is still being suppressed, but Mao Xiaomao under it has long been overwhelmed!

So, he lowered his head again, and an unwilling roar came from his mouth!

Like a captured beast.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Mao Xiaomao was unwilling to roar, the corners of the purple-clothed old man's mouth curled slightly, and after snorting coldly, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and then suddenly pressed down.

With the movement of the purple-clothed old man, the giant seal in the air instantly fell half the distance!

"Titicaca......"

With the sudden fall of the giant seal, a string of crisp bone dislocation sounds came out from Mao Xiaomao's body one after another, and with the arrival of this string of sounds, Mao Xiaomao's body was suddenly suppressed by three points!

"Uh-"

Mao Xiaomao was struggling, and an unwilling scream of pain came out of his throat.

On that immature face, which was a little rough but still delicate, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to drip in strings.

"Pap-pa-pa-"

The scene evokes love, the love responds to the scene, but under this situation, it suddenly evokes countless memory fragments treasured in the depths of Mao Xiaomao's mind.

"Woo...... Master, Xiao Mao can't do it, it's really not good, and if you press it down, Xiao Mao's backbone will be crushed......!

Between the mountains, in a valley, a bare-chested boy who looked like he was three or two years old was struggling to stumble to the ground, countless sweats pooled into streams of water, along the gaps between those muscles and muscles, and continued to flow back to the earth, as well as the tears of grievance in the corners of his eyes.

On the boy's back, there was a bluestone that was several times larger than the boy's.

On top of the bluestone, there sat a thin old man, who squinted and said nothing.

At a certain moment, the boy's arms under the bluestone suddenly unloaded, turned to lean, although he knew that it would be fine, but he still subconsciously closed a pair of big eyes, and the palms of his two small hands were facing his chest.

The bluestone above unsurprisingly hovered just an inch from the boy's palms, and then fluttered to the side.

The boy patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, please, I really can't hold on, let me rest for a while, just for a while, for a while......"

Under the waterfall, it was still the boy who was holding on to the bluestone and holding on to it, but the boy at this time had grown up a lot, and he looked like he was seven or eight years old, and the bluestone on his back was several times thicker, but there was a thin old man missing on the bluestone.

Suddenly, the boy finally couldn't hold on, turned to leaning up, as if he was used to it, as if subconsciously, the boy closed his eyes tightly, and protected his palms up on his chest.

As expected, the bluestone was suspended an inch above him, easily helping him block the waterfall with a thousand might.

"How many years, old man, how many years have you tried to suppress me?"

shook his head and spat fiercely:

"Phew, fifteen years! You've pressed me for fifteen years!"

Under a leafy tree, the prostrated boy gritted his teeth.

Above the boy's push-up body, an extremely withered-looking hand hung there.

Looking at the withered old hand, it was a thin old man, the old man squinted, let the young man complain in every way, and never said a word.

"I've reached the third level of cultivation, how long will you press me, old man?!"

The boy trembled his arms and persevered.

"Old man, count - you - ruthless!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man was finally overwhelmed and turned to his back.

The old man withdrew his hand with a smile.