Make it or die!

Yang Chen had no choice.

With his eyes crossed, Yang Chen did not start immediately, but adjusted his state.

At this kind of moment of life and death, he didn't dare to be sloppy in the slightest, and he had to deal with it in the most peak state.

And at this moment, hundreds of miles south of the Misty Mountain Range, there was an embarrassed black shadow galloping north frantically, his clothes were in tatters, his hair was scattered, and his face was gray, like a beggar.

On his back, a half-human-tall red gourd was tightly carried by him, and it was Lu Chuan.

"You thief, you have killed my wife, let me stand and die!"

Behind him, a hysterical shout suddenly sounded, followed by a middle-aged man in a fancy costume with a hideous face.

There is no flying sword under his feet, and he is suddenly flying in the sky, rushing into the sky!

However, this person's face was also a little pale, he looked quite weak, and his speed was not as fast as that of the Chongxiao period, which was not much different from Lu Chuan.

"You madman, you've been chasing Lao Tzu for three days and three nights, your wife was shocked to death by your spiritual power, what's the matter with Lao Tzu!" Lu Chuan scolded without looking back.

"If it weren't for your sudden appearance, it wouldn't have caused me to be mentally unstable. My wife is so badly injured that she can't stand it at all, it's all you, it's you who killed him!"

The middle-aged man roared hysterically.

"I'll grass your uncle!" Lu Chuan scolded when he heard this.

"How many, how many are these? All the way from Liufeng City, I was either robbed and killed or bumped into someone who killed people and seized treasures, and I was misunderstood as killing my son and killing my father, killing my father's enemy, crossing the city and being besieged by my family, and crossing the mountains to meet all kinds of demon beasts. ”

"Now there's another fucking wife-killing vendetta. ”

"Oh my God, what did I Lu Chuan do wrong, why don't you punish me all at once, you have to let me suffer this kind of suffering!"

Lu Chuan's dignified seven-foot man was sad at the moment, unspeakably miserable.

He's going crazy, really going crazy.

In a few months, he has not been stable for a day, he has been chased and killed, chased and killed by people who have gone mad, chased and killed by demon beasts, and now he is a madman again.

"You still dare to insult me, give me death!"

The middle-aged man who was chasing behind had completely lost his mind, and with a finger of his hand, a flying sword shot out.

But because the speed of both was extremely fast, and he was quite weak, the speed of the flying sword was very reluctant to catch up with Lu Chuan, but it was blocked by the red gourd.

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Lu Chuan was hit by the flying sword, staggered slightly, and almost fell, but he still forcibly stabilized his body and continued to fly.

So, a very strange scene appeared in the sky.

A man with a red gourd on his back flew in front and a man chased behind. A flying sword followed closely behind the man carrying the gourd, colliding with it from time to time.

Every time he hit the man carrying the gourd, he shook it, which was very funny.

"Damn, you psychotic, madman!"

Lu Chuan's face was full of grief and indignation, and he kept scolding.

"There's the Misty Mountains ahead, and if you fly in further, you'll be in. The man behind him seemed to see something, and immediately withdrew his flying sword and stopped his body.

"Finally got rid of it. Lu Chuan glanced back, but he didn't see the shadow of the person, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In the Valley of the Soul Harvester.

After an hour, Yang Chen finally slowly opened his eyes, and there was a purple light passing through them.

Taking a deep breath, his divine consciousness sank into the sea of souls.

After absorbing the purple qi, the soul sat down again and next to the doom token, and the purple light loomed, extremely noble.

As Yang Chen's divine consciousness sank, the soul sitting cross-legged suddenly moved, and began to pinch one magic trick after another in his hand.

And the soul is gradually shaking, as if it is a plate of sand, gradually loosening.

An indescribable pain swept through Yang Chen's entire body and mind, and his forehead was only bulging in an instant. It's a pain that's worse than scraping bones.

But that's just the beginning.

The second level of cultivation of the dream killing technique is divided into three steps, dispersing the soul, channeling, and continuing.

Scatter the soul, first scatter your soul by itself, little by little. Until the last inch is gone.

After the soul was completely dispersed, Yang Chen only had fifteen breaths to lead the scattered soul into a whirlpool.

Knotting, the scattered souls will easily disperse after being drawn into a whirlpool, so the whirlpool needs to be stabilized, and at this time, it needs to rotate at high speed to form a whirlpool parallel to the purple sea.

It wasn't until the nine marks appeared that the whirlpool was complete.

Only here can the second level of cultivation be completed.

Spiral, knot, Yang Chen only has a total of fifteen breaths!

Pain, incomparable pain, deep into the bone marrow, deep into every corner of the body.

Yang Chen's teeth were clenched, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, his hands were clenched, and his nails had sunk deep into his palms, but these pains and the pain in his soul were not worth mentioning at all.

In the sea of souls, the legs of the soul have spread out inch by inch, turning into chaos, floating around the soul.

This is followed by the waist.

Yang Chen held his breath from beginning to end, his lips were purple, and his face was snow-white.

The waist is scattered, followed by the head, and finally the upper body and hands.

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The moment all the souls were scattered, the doom above the soul sea suddenly churned, not only the doom, but even the purple sea below was not as quiet as before, and the purple waves were monstrous.

For a while, the entire soul sea fell into chaos, with doom churning on top and purple sea roaring below.

However, it seems that he is still afraid of the endless bad luck above, and the purple sea is just constantly rioting, but he never dares to bring the waves to the sky.

At this moment, the doom token that had been lazy was also suddenly erected, facing the scattered chaotic soul, giving people a feeling of tension all over the body.

It was a nervous emotion.

Will a token be nervous?

However, Yang Chen couldn't take care of these things, what purple sea, what bad luck, what bad luck tokens had nothing to do with him at this moment.

He only had fifteen breaths, and if he didn't complete the rotation in those fifteen breaths, then he would be completely dead.

He was cross-legged on the ground, his whole body trembling like a swing, his lips turning from purple to black, and his face from white to blue.

This pain can even kill him alive.

But he can't die, he can't be unconscious, he can't even lose consciousness for a moment. Fifteen breaths, he couldn't afford to delay a single one.

At this moment, Yang Chen felt the benefits of being blessed with mental power, even in this kind of pain that made people almost unconscious, his brain still remained awake and did not have the slightest distraction.

Forcibly suppressing the pain, the chaotic souls scattered in the soul sea were controlled by Yang Chen and quickly spun up.

Little by little, from the periphery to the interior, slowly turning. And in the midst of a rapid acceleration.

Two breaths.

The soul initially forms the outline of a whirlpool.

Three breaths, four breaths......

Yang Chen tried his best, and bursts of soul pain were still sweeping through his consciousness, but he was still very conscious.

Five breaths, six breaths......

The soul spiral is getting clearer and clearer, and faint veins gradually appear, a total of nine, and the nine circular lines are the veins of the soul vortex, the soul vein!

But at this moment, there was a burst of coolness from Yang Chen's body, and his body temperature was dropping.

"Without the dominance of the soul, the body begins to fall into a state of checkmate. Yang Chen was slightly frightened in his heart, he didn't care about the pain, and urged the formation of the soul whirl with all his strength.

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The whirlpool spun faster, and the naked eye could hardly keep up, and then the first soul vein lit up and condensed.

Before Yang Chen could be happy, he felt the coolness of his whole body gradually appear, and a tingling sensation came.

Seven breaths, eight breaths.

The second and third soul veins lit up.

At this moment, if you look from the outside, Yang Chen has stopped breathing, his whole body is cold, and the trembling that was originally caused by the pain is gone.

He sat there quietly, his face darkened.

Nine breaths, ten breaths.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth soul veins lit up.

As the speed of Yang Chen's urging increased, the condensation speed of the soul veins also became faster, and there were still five breaths, and there were still three soul veins left.

Seeing this, Yang Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And outside the Misty Mountain Range, Lu Chuan was happy that he had shaken off that neuropath, and continued to fly forward.

"Damn, I know that you kid didn't plant, and you still take revenge!"

Lu Chuan's speed gradually slowed down.

"I can't fly anymore, if I fly again, I really have to enter the Misty Mountain Range, my Lu family's ancestral home records that the Misty Mountain Range is a famous forbidden place in the Southern Regions, and even the Huafan Ancestor has no way back when he enters it. He muttered as he flew.

"No, I have to come down and go out in a detour, and I will be chased by that madman again. Ever since I met that man named Yang Chen, I've been unlucky, it's really unlucky, if I see him again, I'll have to cut him with a thousand knives."

"Hulu, don't you say? You are also as unlucky as me, you have just come out and have not absorbed the essence, but have been consumed most of it, if I can't settle down and nourish you, you are really going to die."

Lu Chuan began to descend slowly as he spoke, and the red gourd behind him nodded fiercely, as if agreeing with his words, and a pair of small eyes appeared on the gourd's body, which was a little pitiful.

"Alas, but this trip can receive you, and it is worth coming to the Southern Regions...... Huh?" Lu Chuan just fell into the air and sighed lightly.

"It's such a big pit, how can there be such a big pit here?"

Below, a huge crater with a radius of nearly fifty miles appeared here in an extremely uncoordinated manner, bottomless and pitch black.

Lu Chuan became vigilant all of a sudden, in the past few months, he finally discovered a rule, as long as he encountered something abnormal, he would definitely be unlucky.

Just like the man who chased him just now, he just saw a hole in a huge tree and looked inside curiously.

Who knew that the man was healing his wife's injuries at the most critical moment, and when he was disturbed like this, that person's spiritual power moved slightly, and directly shook his wife, who was already hanging by a thread, to death, which can be said to be the last straw that crushed the camel.

As a result, the man insisted that he had killed his wife, and chased him all the way for three days and three nights. Fortunately, the other party seemed to have gone through a big battle before, and he was also injured, and the cultivation of the Chongxiao period could not play a level, which formed a stalemate.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan suddenly became vigilant and was about to turn around and leave.

If things go wrong, there must be demons, if I see the blood luck!