Don't be fooled by his holy magician momentum, he was injured by the old man, and now he is at the level of a magician. At that moment, the imprisoned old man said in a hoarse voice.

Qi Bei's eyes flashed with golden light, and he roared, bursting out like lightning, and the black long sword in his hand suddenly slashed out a golden sword, hitting the throat of this corpse-like old man.

A metallic sound sounded, and a black light suddenly appeared in the throat of the old man, like the hardest diamond, blocking Qi Bei's lightning-like blow.

"Boom"

The old man of the dry corpse let out a creepy and strange laugh, and with a stretch of his claws like a dead tree, dozens of black smoke instantly wrapped around Qi Bei and lifted him up in the air.

"Even if the deity is just an earth-grade magician, it will be easy to kill you. As he spoke, the dry corpse old man waved his withered arm, and Qi Bei suddenly flew out and smashed on the black crystal wall.

"Poof" Qi Bei spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs spasmed.

This is the Earth Grade Magician, who is so powerful.

A magician can only be considered a true magician when he reaches the realm of a high-level magician. At this time, the magician already has a certain defensive ability, matching a powerful magic attack, which is called really terrifying, let alone a mage.

The old man in front of him turned out to be a holy dark mage who existed at the peak of the entire world, not to mention that his strength had fallen to the ground grade mage, even if he was a junior mage, he was not to be kneaded.

Qi Bei is almost comparable to the strength of ordinary Wang Pin warriors, and he is also vulnerable in front of this corpse old man.

"Contribute your soul and essence blood to restore the deity to the strength of the heavenly grade...... "With a wave of the scepter in the old man's hand, a series of obscure spells erupted from his mouth, and the speed was unimaginable.

A black light shot out from the skull at the top of the scepter, enveloping Qi Bei, who was curled up in a ball.

Suddenly, a huge suction force penetrated into Qi Bei's body, and it was actually about to suck out the essence and blood of his whole body.

Qi Bei only felt that the blood in his whole body wanted to burrow out of his body uncontrollably, and his blood vessels began to expand, and green tendons bulged from all over his body. His handsome face was now full of bulging green tendons, like crawling earthworms, and his eyes were bloodshot and angry, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.

At the same time, his soul was constantly pulled out by a suction force, fluttering away from the restraints of his body.

"Click......" Qi Bei clenched his silver teeth, and the internal force of Shenlong Duel began to run wildly, trying to suppress this weird huge suction.

At this time, the black long sword that fell beside Qi Bei began to tremble slightly, and without contact with Qi Bei's body, the information it transmitted could not enter Qi Bei's mind.

"What a strong will! But no matter how much you struggle, it will be in vain. The old man was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't take it too seriously, no matter how strong his will was, he couldn't resist his soul devouring technique, after all, the difference in strength between the two could be described as a heavenly moat.

The old man chanted another spell, and the suction power suddenly doubled.

Qi Bei's whole person began to leave the ground, and he was sucked up and floated by the huge suction.

Some tiny capillaries began to crack, seeping out of the skin, and flew into the air towards the dried corpse old man.

Qi Bei's throat made a gurgling sound like water, and a trace of blood escaped from his mouth.

"Hahaha, little mole ant, give up resistance, and die happily like this. The old man of the dry corpse smiled strangely, the stronger Qi Bei's willpower was, the stronger his soul was, how could he not be happy?

At this moment, the blood color of Qi Bei's pupils was replaced by gold, and the grunt in his throat gradually became low, sounding faintly like the sound of a dragon's groan from the distant sky.

Suddenly, the old man suddenly felt that his suction was fixed, and a terrifying momentum was emanating from the ghost-like Qi Bei.

"Not good!" the old man sensed that something was wrong, but the soul power he fused into the soul devouring technique could not be recovered.

And Qi Bei raised his head, the green tendons on his face began to calm down, and he stared at the old man with a pair of cold and arrogant golden eyes, as if at this moment, the identities of the two were reversed, and the old man was the humble and insignificant ant.

Qi Bei's big hand instantly began to swell, dense golden scales appeared on it, and the sharp claws shone with a cold light, with a destructive aura.

"Dragon...... The breath of the dragon ......" The old man shouted in horror, his soul power was firmly captured, and if he wanted to escape, he had to give it up, then his strength would fall to the level of a king-grade magician or even just a high-level magician.

"Die!" Qi Bei shouted coldly, and the dragon claws emitted a golden light that directly grabbed the heart of the corpse old man.

The old man's pupils shrank, and bursts of black light appeared on his body again.

As soon as the dragon's claws touched the black mang, it froze slightly, but then the black mang's pieces collapsed, and the sharp claws pierced into the chest of the old man.

And at this moment, the old man of the dry corpse trembled, and he forcibly cut off the power of his soul, and a terrifying burst of dark energy exploded instantly.

The waves of qi rolled in the black crystal secret room, and Qi Bei was blasted out of the air.

"Bastard, the deity wants you to die without a place to bury. The old man roared angrily, and the skull of the scepter in his hand was filled with a trace of black mist, which gradually condensed into the shape of a wolf.

"I sacrifice my soul ......" At this moment, the trapped old man suddenly began to recite the mysterious incantation in a strange rhythm, his face was full of piety and peace, but a faint snow-white holy light appeared on his body.

A mysterious huge rune condensed, and suddenly enveloped the dry corpse old man.

Such an opportunity, how could Qi Bei miss it, he roared wildly, and one of the two huge dragon claws pierced into the heart of the dried corpse old man, and the other pierced into his head.

"No......" the corpse old man roared unwillingly, and the wolf-like phantom that had condensed into a shape began to dissipate, and the skeleton scepter fell from mid-air.

Qi Bei pulled out the dragon claw, one dragon claw grabbed a heart that was still beating lightly, and the other dragon claw grabbed a ball of white flower brains.

The corpse old man fell like a mess of rotten meat, and the trace of invisible energy that dissipated from his body was greedily absorbed by the black long sword.

The corners of Qi Bei's mouth twitched, and under his two claws, his internal strength had been exhausted, and the dragon claws began to recover into hands, and his body also felt extremely weak in an instant.

"Little friend, do you still have the strength to come here?" At this time, the imprisoned old man spoke up.

Qi Bei turned his head and was surprised to see that the old man's body was slowly becoming transparent, he dragged his heavy steps and walked to the old man's side.