The fist is like a dragon, and the wind is howling.

The blood exploded, and the artistic conception was revealed.

A fist the size of a sandbag rained down on the face of the soul. The heart is transparent, and the artistic conception in the body has also been significantly improved.

Blood and artistic conception are mixed with each other and converge on the iron fist. A force that Chen Cheng had never seen before was formed, and it struck the mandrill cheek.

'Smack'

One of the exposed canine teeth of the soul body was severed from the middle of the body.

"You are too deceitful."

The mandrill opened its mouth with the remaining three canine teeth and let out a roar of rage, which seemed a little funny.

The colonel raised his hand and punched again, interrupting the soul's words.

However, looking at the state of the soul, the damage to the soul body still belongs to the category of minor injuries.

Liang Jun vented his anger and carried out continuous scraping, causing extremely minor injuries. Even if he has the blessing of blood and qi, it only makes his own ability to resist blows a lot of improvement, and the improvement of artistic conception is minimal.

The main force is still Xuecen, who controls the power of the soul.

Even if Chen Cheng faced a soul body with extremely high resistance, he was still overstretched, and the damage caused was very limited.

'Soul Vortex'

Her slender fingers were spread and her eyes sparkled. The divine blood ability in the body burst out, forming a deep vortex in the palm of the hand, tearing the soul body.

Wild souls are rare to see, and this mandrill soul is the best among them, and Xue Cen is moved.

After all, the Black Mist Warrior belongs to the Second Realm Swordsman, and he has gradually been unable to keep up with the needs of battle in the West Sea.

It's not that she hasn't thought about cultivating warriors, but the massive cloud beast soul spirit feeds it, and there is no reaction. Now that I have met a suitable soul, I naturally can't help but have a heart of substitution. You can't let the summoning slots stay vacant.

The vortex pressed directly on the mandrill soul body, and the huge distorting force forcibly tore off a large piece of soul energy from the soul body.

In the world of the sea of clouds, the soul is considered to be the most favored race by the gods, and its special attributes make it impossible for them to have any natural enemies.

There are no fatal parts, extremely high resistance, and injuries on the soul body, which can also be compensated for by absorbing other energies, the most common being vitality and other soul powers.

If you want to completely destroy wild souls, there is only one way, grinding.

Use the power to break through the soul defenses and crush them little by little.

If the number of wild souls is scarce, the ruler of the sea of clouds should have been replaced a long time ago.

The soul that was transformed and born did not possess the characteristics of a wild soul at all, so the wild soul also received another name, 'the perfect war machine'

Therefore, there is no need to worry about the damage caused to the soul during the subjugation process, as long as they are weakened to a certain extent, Xuecen is completely sure that he will take the mandrill for himself.

'Roar~'

The spirit wailed in pain, its eyes full of resentment, and stared at Xuezen as if it wanted to engrave her face in the depths of her soul.

The pain of tearing the soul is more ferocious and intense than the flesh.

"Well, do you want to consider being my summon."

"Die, die, you give me death!" Feeling insulted, the mandrill burst out with an angry howl, as a noble spirit race, it was trampled on the top of its head by a small human bug.

Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it.

Ignited the breath of death stored in the soul's body, and the body swelled violently. Gray rays surged into the void without warning, and suddenly exploded, forming a death area that enveloped three kilometers.

The vitality in his body began to pass rapidly, Chen Cheng secretly said that it was not good, his palm was loose, and the system soul conjuring function was shocked again.

The eyes are all gray, and you can't see your fingers.

Stepping on the withered yellow hay, the sword step opened, and galloped in the direction where Xuecen was in his memory.

Liang Jun has the protection of flesh and artistic conception, and at least has the ability to survive in this dead domain. But Xue Cen has not yet comprehended the artistic conception, and the blood qi has not yet been cultivated, and every second of exposure in this environment does not know how much vitality will pass.

Moreover, she is also the primary target of the mandrill, and Chen Cheng does not dare to delay for half a moment.

'When'

The soul bell is melodious, shattering the gray mist, the eyes are bright, and the colors reappear in the sight.

The red light flashed, and the bloody artistic conception was split into two, and one part of it enveloped the crew to reduce the gray mist that took their lives.

The other part condensed into sword qi and rushed towards the vague figure.

Before the sword qi arrived, the phantom had disappeared and re-entered the gray mist, losing its trace.

"How's the injury?" Chen Cheng rushed to Xue Cen's side in a few steps, and saw the blood on his waist, and the annoyance flashed in his eyes, and was immediately replaced by concern.

"Ahem. . . Fortunately, carelessness was scratched a paw. She covered the wound with her soul power, and the pain lessened, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

This retribution came so quickly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed at himself with a wry smile. Immediately, he calmed down and expelled the alien soul power left in the wound by the mandrill.

No matter what the way, as long as you reach the third realm, you will receive a greatly increased physical strength, and the wound on the waist is not deep, if it is not interfered with by other forces, this injury can heal itself with a stick of incense.

Chen Cheng guarded with a knife, vigilant against the mandrill soul attacking again, and at the same time called Liang Jun to come to the meeting, but there was no answer.

The nerves tensed a little more.

Gray mist pressed towards the empty area in all directions, and after a few moments, the area was completely enveloped again, and the gray mist came into contact with life like boiling water.

After a full tea time, the gray mist that plundered life no longer surged, as if it had reached its carrying limit, or there was no life left around for them to absorb.

The gray mist began to shrink violently, but in an instant, the aura of death that enveloped a radius of several kilometers around the vicinity disappeared, leaving only a withered and decaying dead field.

The smell of decay of life is incomparably strong at this moment.

Liang Jun stood not far from Chen Cheng, his whole body was infected with blood and qi, showing vermilion. A little gray spot is like a pest lying on the rotten vermilion wood, and it can't be buckled.

The skin of one arm is close to the bone, as if the wind will break if it blows. His eyes were sunken, and his eyes were poking out with a terminally ill and dry appearance, just a thin line away from the tribal warriors who had been drained of life.

As soon as Chen Cheng wanted to take a few steps forward to check the injury, he was stopped.

"Don't come here, mandrills are nearby." Liang Jun's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he carefully perceived his surroundings.

Souls enter a state of voiding, and ordinary people can't see them, only Xuezen, who also has the power of souls, can detect them with the naked eye. Liang Jun determined the location of the mandrill through the fluctuation of the soul.

The blue ring flashed in Chen Yan's eyes, and the opening time of the perception state had reached six and a half minutes, and there were still about forty seconds before the end time.

I had to hurry up, looked around, and quickly locked on the position of the mandrill, standing above Liang Jun.

Seeing its current condition, I was shocked.

I saw that his original injuries had disappeared completely, his muscles bulged, and he was wearing a pair of gray armor outside his body, and even his claws were covered with finger gloves.

"You can see it!" Sensing greatly increased, the mandrill was extremely sensitive to sight, twisted its neck, and its eyes flashed with a desire for fresh life, "You have these two tricks, I want it." ”

Before the voice fell, the figure disappeared instantly, the virtual state moved silently, and the speed was not limited by the real space.

When he reappeared, he had already reached the front of Chen Cheng, and his sharp claws pressed down with the aura of death, with a cruel smile on his face.

I haven't tasted such a young and strong blood food for a long time, and I want to eat it happily today.

The purple-black tongue licked the corners of his mouth, and his greed was unmistakable.

‘Duang’

Wumei, who was full of bloody sword intent, collided with the claws that were infected with gray.

Ripples of the Dao air erupted between the two of them, spreading out in all directions, ripples passing through the giant trees, and the trunks shattered.

Chen Cheng felt the vitality in his body, and the look of horror flashed, how could the death aura in the mandrill's body grow so fast.

You must know that the breath of death in the soul body, only by devouring vitality can you get a chance to grow. With just a few kilometers of life nearby, it is impossible to double its size.

There must be other factors, and the thoughts in my mind are racing rapidly, carefully comparing the suspicious things that the mandrill has shown in the battle so far.

The Blood Killing Sword was intended to accelerate the circulation in the body, but there was no way to face the majestic aura of death, so he could only watch as the vitality in his body poured out like flowing water, swallowed by that strange armor.

'Yan Suo'

The blazing blade slashed out the Dao sword qi and roared out. The body exploded, and the breath of death made him not dare to get too close to the mandrill, and tried to keep his distance.

Think about it, think about it, there must be some doubts, my mind is churning, as if I have gone through a slide, and the process of hand-to-hand work turns into film, frame by frame.

Stop, this is it. His eyes lit up suddenly, as if he had grasped some clue.

The picture in my mind is fixed on the wolf kissing through the mandrill in the virtual state, and the doubts that have been suppressed before resurface.

He was very sure that the state of soul ethereal should never be completely unaffected by the artistic conception.

If he had this ability, the soul would have dominated the sea of clouds a long time ago, how could he hide in the horns of the world, avoiding the capture of hunters.

That's the special ability of this soul, thinking of this, I looked up at the mandrill.

The blazing sword qi had already been pinched by its single claw, and the finger cuff composed of the death aura was slightly forced, and the sword qi shattered.

The Blood Killing Sword Intent can't break through the opponent's defenses anymore, if it can't cause effective damage, everything will be over.

His heart slammed into the valley, his brows tightened, and the sweat oozing from his palms soaked the handles of the double blades.

At this time, there are twenty-four seconds left before the end of the state of perception!

No, no, it is impossible to suddenly become so strong.

Definitely, there must be some flaws, the fuel is burning, and the blue ring power in the eyes is turned to the maximum.

His eyes scanned like searchlights, and he locked on to an extremely small white mark, with a clear difference in the color of the surrounding skin, like a wound that had just healed.

The fragment of sword qi is the injury caused by the fragment crossing the surface of the soul body after the sword qi bursts, which means that the area that is not covered by the opponent's armor, the strength of the soul body is not much different from before, and it can still break the defense.

Suddenly becoming so strong that it ignores the illusion of artistic conception, and only absorbs a small amount of life breath to suddenly increase more than twice the breath of death.

These are the abilities that mandrills come with as a soul, and their essence has not changed.

Reading this, Chen Cheng's mind was clear, and he suddenly brightened, and suddenly grasped the conjecture that crossed the night sky like a meteor.