The fishy sweet taste permeated his mouth, Xue Cen's face turned pale, and he kept pulling the souls that emerged one after another behind him, and merged into the soul clock to relieve the pressure.

When Fist Gang first bombarded the Soul Bell, she could feel that there was a deep gap between the two.

At the moment, I can only fill it with ten thousand beast souls to delay as much time as possible and wait for the captain to appear.

Wet sweat trickled down his forehead, and his long golden hair stuck to his cheeks, condensing into locks and embarrassment.

As the strongest member of the crew, he naturally has to be at the forefront when he encounters a crisis.

The Soul Clock hovers between broken and solid, and every time it reaches the edge of brokenness, it is filled by the soul and becomes whole again.

Seeing that the attack could not be broken for a long time, and the noisy bell kept ringing, Wang Yao's face flashed with a trace of impatience with his fists turning into palms, and he pushed his body hard to take advantage of the momentum to retreat and open up a little distance.

The body is surrounded by the qi of Gangqi, the emerald color reflects the surrounding body, and the breath of life is fully revealed. A faint flame burned in a pair of green eyes, revealing a slight chill, and the new sprouts at his feet broke through the ground and appeared.

Xue Cen saw Wang Yao's eyes that suddenly changed color, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, this was a manifestation of the artistic conception urging to the extreme.

The soul bell that enveloped the body shook violently, and the sound waves spread in all directions.

The bell "Duang" rang throughout the street, and wherever the sound wave went, the cloud beasts fell to the ground one after another, and their souls were torn apart and annihilated, turning into corpses.

The shattered soul quickly floated up from the corpse, and in the blink of an eye, it sank into the soul bell, and the bell became more and more solid, and even the surface transformation changed.

The fuzzy pattern was impacted by the massive amount of souls that had not been transformed and absorbed, and gradually disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming tide of clouds and beasts.

When Chen Cheng heard the bell ringing, his heartstrings tensed, Wang Yao did not come to pursue him, he must have been stopped by Xue Cen. Immediately make a decision and rush out of the residential area that has been smashed into ruins.

The bloody sword intent on the hilt of the knife is restrained, and the entire black plum is rendered dark red, with a little plum fragrance.

"Roar~" The fist carried a monstrous force, slamming the bell wall, the soul bell vibrating, and the cloud beasts attached to the surface of the bell body let out an angry roar in unison.

Everywhere the beast roared, the bluestone turned into powder, the frozen soil within a radius of 100 meters surged, and weeds sprung up like spring rain.

"Woo~" The giant force was wrapped in the artistic conception and vented into the tide of cloud beasts on the bell wall, and after receiving a fatal blow, the cloud beasts who still had simple thinking let out a whimpering and sorrowful sound.

Xuezen's originally pale cheeks turned red at this time. Qi and blood surged, squeezing out the last remaining soul power in the body and transporting it into the soul bell.

These unconcocted souls are really unreliable. Swept his eyes at the cloud beast soul that had dispersed, and sighed.

She tried her best, she did her best.

"Blood Killing Sword Intent * Yan Suo."

After Chen Cheng stepped out of the residential area, he sensed that Xue Cen was in danger, and his sword step was running at full strength, appearing behind Wang Yao in an instant.

Wisps of dark red flashed on the blade of the black plum, and the heat broke out, the green plants withered and scorched, and the air around them was scorched and distorted.

Yan Su had already relied on high temperatures to create lethality, but now with the flame bonus in the Blood Killing Sword Intent, his power was even higher.

Seizing the opportunity, the soul bell that protected Xue Cen's body had not been broken yet, as long as Yan Su cut down, he could force Wang Yao to dodge or turn back to defend, no matter what it was, Xue Cen was out of danger.

The situation was critical, and she acted immediately, and Ume approached quickly with a cold murderous aura.

As if he didn't notice, Wang Yao turned a deaf ear to the crisis behind him. On the contrary, the artistic conception output on the iron fist was aggravated, and the whimper of the cloud beast on the soul clock became even more urgent.

Seeing that he didn't mean to dodge, Chen Cheng was anxious, this was a posture of wanting to die with Xuecen.

This must not be allowed to happen! Overload on!

The strength of the physique increased instantly, the speed was faster, the mind was clear, the perception range expanded by a circle, and in the wolf Gu's field of vision, a faint red dot appeared on Wang Yao's back.

Now, slash!

Ume struck him in the weak spot behind him, and the blade sliced through the epidermis and sliced through the muscles, giving him a 'gurgle, gurgle....., grunt' feel, giving him the blow to cut at least five bones.

The smell of burnt paste wafted from the wound, no blood flowed out of the scar, and the skin and flesh had died from the high temperature, and it was pitch black.

The turbulent warm current swells from the hilt of the knife, soothes the tired body, and the physical strength is greatly restored. If the warm currents fed back by the black plum before were all gugu springs, now the warm currents flowing in the body are at least at the level of streams.

Wumei buzzed and trembled, the excitement was overflowing, and the blood containing a large amount of life breath was a great tonic for Wumei.

With just one blow, the scent of plum blossoms emanating from its body has reached a higher level, and the effect of disturbing the enemy has been greatly enhanced.

'Bang' Iron Fist suddenly burst out with a strange and powerful aura, and the artistic conception contained in the fist seemed to have been condensed, and the quality instantly improved a lot.

The soul bell, which had been stronger than expected, shattered in response, and the aftermath of the impact lifted Xue Cen into the air, and his body fell heavily against the city wall.

Chen Yan raised his knife to recoil, just in time to see the terrifying scene, Wang Yao's body exuded a radiant emerald flower, and the severely slashed back had begun to heal.

The charred and blackened skin and flesh that had completely lost its vitality fell off one after another under the moisture of Cuihua, and the pink and tender new flesh grew, the muscles under the profile squirmed, and the wound that crossed half of his back had disappeared without a trace.

The mutation has not yet ended, and the originally flat back has a dense thumb-thick strip of flesh on it, slowly growing. As if consciously, they swing back and forth, exploring their surroundings.

"Weak.... It's so weak... How can you do it? Wang Yao turned around, his emerald eyes filled with sarcasm and heavy murderous intent.

The tentacles behind him flew over, and there was even a smooth round head on his shoulder, swinging from side to side, as if he had eyes.

Chen Cheng's eyebrows seemed to be about to wring out the water, and the sword technique containing a lot of artistic conception, Yan Suo, the slashed injury could be restored in the blink of an eye. The last time I saw Mu Xin with such a metamorphosis recovery ability, it was Mu Xin who was manipulated by the spirit race in the land of giant trees.

Knotty! The eyes glanced at the remaining reserves of the artistic conception in the body, and the sense of crisis suddenly increased a little.

417, this margin, not too much, no less, but in the face of a third realm martial artist with self-healing ability against the sky, it looks extremely pale.

rubbed his teeth, his heart sank slowly, he had to find a chance to kill with one blow, and if he dragged it down, he would only be drained of his artistic conception and a dead end.

"Weak..... Just die. Wang Yao's eyes widened, and the emerald color had begun to spread to the whites of his eyes.

Wang Yao kicked the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body appeared in front of Chen Yan as if he was teleporting, and his right fist burst out, and the air was pressed against the front of the fist, making a cracking sound.

Chen Cheng turned around to dodge, and the oblique knife went up, directly taking the target's head, and the fragrant plum fragrance lingered around the blade, interfering with the opponent's will.