Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, people and ghosts, all living beings and ghosts, and all laws and all appearances.

Fang Yang swept the information in his mind, the speed was extremely fast, it seemed to have thousands of phantoms, if he felt it carefully, he found that it was only an instant.

It was only at this time that the Black Tower's next attack arrived on Fang Yang's body for a long time, Fang Yang's face was a little sluggish, as if he was immersed in the strange patterns, but he still quickly dodged the attack on the Black Tower.

He stepped on the fire step, his body flickered, and he moved continuously, but he was able to retreat from the continuous attacks of the Black Tower.

And the different patterns in his mind are also gradually clear, and in the process of changing one after another, there were originally thousands of faces, but under the observation of Fang Yang's divine soul, they are becoming more and more hazy, whether it is joy, anger, sorrow, or human face, or ghostly appearance, in the end, all of them are gathered on Fang Yang's divine soul.

Rumble!

The black mang appeared, and the black tower hit Fang Yang's feet with a fierce gun, and the rubble exploded.

With this shot, the Black Tower's attack did not stop, and the black spear in his hand took advantage of the situation, and the aura of evil spirits immediately diffused, like a cloud of smoke enveloping Fang Yang's body.

In an instant, this black smoke had completely enveloped Fang Yang's figure.

"Devoured by evil spirits, give me death!" Heta yelled.

The black mist that was permeating the forest also turned into the power of Sensen's tranquility, and it gnawed on Fang Yang's body in all directions, Fang Yang only felt that in this thick black mist, there seemed to be countless evil spirits appearing, and he was about to eat Fang Yang cleanly.

Fang Yang happened to wake up from his trance, his face suddenly sank, and his mouth thundered.

At the same time, his own soul was full of light.

The white light floated, and the crystal of Fang Yang's glazed jade was completely displayed, and if you looked closely, his soul was very different from the past.

Ordinary souls are the same as themselves, and they can only exert some effects with the help of the power of the soul, but even if the power of the soul is strong, it is not good at fighting, so the effect of the soul in battle is extremely low.

But at this time, it is not the same thing at all.

Above Fang Yang's Divine Soul, white light was permeated, faintly with countless phantom shadows circulating, and the expression that had previously appeared in Fang Yang's mind was also displayed on the Divine Soul at this time.

In such a situation, the white light rotating above Fang Yang's divine soul was also getting brighter and brighter, and the vigorous surging divine soul power flowed out, almost condensed into substance.

Until the power of the divine soul was frozen, in the ethereal of the divine soul, there were countless human and ghost appearances, and they completely exploded.

The loud sound was shocking, the white light was shining, and the black fog that was dense all around was instantly torn under this white light, and countless white streams swept over, and the black curtain was also split, and the evil spirit qi that was all around was cleaned up.

Heita was startled, and his face changed slightly: "This, what's the situation?"

His evil spirit devoured was broken so easily?

The evil spirit condensed by using so much evil spirit qi in this move is not as powerful as the real evil spirit body, but the power it can exert is also obvious to all. If Fang Yang used the explosion of pure Yang Xuan Qi just now, it would be enough to blow up his evil spirit qi, but what is this, the power of Ququ Divine Soul?

The Black Tower looked ugly, staring into the black mist.

As the evil spirit qi was torn, the scene inside the black mist was also revealed.

Goodbye Fang Yang, he is completely different from his previous appearance, his soul is like glass, his face is neither happy nor sad, his treasure is solemn, revealing the meaning of tranquility.

"Such a small means, dare to ......" Heita was about to scold.

At this moment, Fang Yang's divine soul's head suddenly turned, and his calm face, which was originally full of soft light, immediately turned into a fierce god and vicious, as hideous as a ghost.

As soon as the ghost face came out, the power of the peaceful divine soul changed greatly, and the power of the general divine soul was mostly used for the flow of exploration, and the combat power was mediocre. Like Fang Yang at this time, his body was extremely burdened, and he couldn't use his Xuan Qi with all his strength, but it had no effect on the Divine Soul, but because the power of the Divine Soul was too low, it was useless to use it, and he had not used it for a long time.

But now it's different, this strange method of all beings and ghosts is specifically for the soul!

The appearance of all beings, the expansion of the soul, and the compassion of the heavens.

The ghosts, the evil law blesses, and the gods and souls explode.

Under this grimace, Fang Yang's divine soul was like a mysterious qi, and he suddenly accumulated strength and fully exerted himself.

On his divine soul face, it seems to be wearing a strange mask, the mask is blessed, and the power of the divine soul has turned into a pitch black, which is different from the previous ethereal meaning, and now the power of the divine soul is more condensed and more aggressive.

Fang Yang's divine soul turned into substance, and this time it was also the same as the black tower in front of him, and between the black qi, it was almost condensed into a set of battle armor on his body.

Immediately, he stepped out and turned defense into offense.

Under the ghost mask, Fang Yang's face was peaceful, but in fact, the killing intent in his heart increased sharply, and he saw through his eyes that between this piece of heaven and earth, it was covered in red, and blood and fire were swirling, as if he wanted to completely cut off the entire world in order to be comfortable.

For this reason, Fang Yang's eyes were locked and he slashed the Black Tower first.

He stepped out, and the power of the divine soul condensed the rope, and with Fang Yang's five fingers opened, it was also directly wrapped in front of the Black Tower. When Heita came to his senses, he was also furious, as if he felt that his majesty had been provoked, and he attacked with his backhand, but he was also merciless.

The spear danced, and the black evil spirit aura was great, frequently coming into contact with Fang Yang's divine soul.

The two exploded at the touch of a button, and the momentum was rolling, and the fierce battle was in one place.

The people who looked around were sluggish.

What's going on......

Previously, it was clear that Fang Yang had already fallen into that kind of situation, and it seemed that he would be defeated and killed by the Black Tower in the next moment, but now how long has it been, can he be able to open with the Black Tower? Moreover, Fang Yang's appearance at this time is also ...... Peculiar.

I can't complain that they think so, Fang Yang's appearance at this time is really stylish.

Wearing a ghost mask on his head, the spirit turned into a black mang, and the flow of the black mang, turned into armor on his body, the wind danced, and he attacked one after another, especially intertwined with the evil spirit of the black tower, and it was a little difficult to distinguish the identities of the two of them at a glance.

"All living beings and ghosts, see the ...... of the light of day again" Compared with the panic of those people, Kuroki's lips moved, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

"All living beings and ghosts, what is it?" asked the fire fan with a frown.

Under his fiery aura, he had barely controlled the evil spirit aura in Feng Wu's body, which made her temporarily out of danger, so that she had the leisure to ask.

Kuroki listened to the question, first trembling his lips for a while, and then he said with a cry: "I am a tribe of black souls, specializing in curses, and studying divine souls. It was originally the most orthodox inheritance, but it was difficult to suffer from evil spirits, and the survival of everyone in the tribe was a problem, so it was naturally difficult to take into account the inheritance that had been handed down in ancient times. This sentient beings and ghosts are the strongest tricks that our Black Soul Tribe has been circulating for a long time. ”

"This move, dedicated to the Divine Soul, can greatly enhance the Divine Soul that everyone thinks is weak. Reversing people and ghosts, and using evil power to bless them, this time the divine soul is the real divine soul! It's just that this trick is not only old, but the requirements for the divine soul are extremely high, and people with weak divine souls can't comprehend this trick at all. Even if he is enlightened, the soul can't withstand the reversal of people and ghosts, either self-explosion and damage, or the mind is controlled by evil forces and turned into monsters. Now, there are finally more people who have cultivated!!"

"Okay, you old fellow, are you using Fang Yang as an experiment?" Huo Fei, who woke up, scolded.

The expression of the fire fan is also not good-looking, what kind of spirit self-detonation, turning into a monster or something like that, it is obviously not a good thing, fortunately Fang Yang has endured it, if Fang Yang failed before, the consequences will be unimaginable. However, he also knew that this was also a dangerous move, so they couldn't help but fight so hard, Fang Yang was already at the end of the crossbow before, if he didn't find a way to improve his combat power, he would still be unable to escape death in the end.

"What is the power of the living beings and ghosts, can Fang Yang win?"

"No problem!" Hei Mu was full of confidence, his eyes lit up, "All living beings and ghosts are the strongest inheritance of our Black Soul Tribe, and with Fang Yang's glazed divine soul, we will definitely win!"

"I hope so......" the fire fan muttered, looking at Fang Yang.

The battle between Fang Yang's ghost-faced divine soul and the black tower also entered a white-hot one, the two of them had the power of the divine soul on one side and the evil spirit qi on the other, both of them completely erupted, and between the confrontations, the sound was bursting, echoing all around. The power of the shock alone is an existence that cannot be underestimated.

And under the successive battles, the Fangyang tribe has the slightest advantage, and not only is it not weak, but it also has a slight advantage.

Blacktower's eyes were shattered, and his anger was extreme.

He is the head of the evil spirit, a figure who has survived for thousands of years, and he should have been able to stir up the heavens and the earth as soon as he appeared, and no one could stop him, but now, his first battle in thousands of years has faced such a problem.

This kid had clearly fallen to death before, as if he could kill him with a little force, but as he fought, it gradually became different. This guy named "Fang Yang", I don't know where to come out, the bigger and stronger, not only did his strange Xuan Qi erupt and have some restraining effects on his evil spirit qi, but now he can simply defeat him with his divine soul?

"I absolutely, absolutely can't let you live!"

The black tower roared madly, he no longer had any hesitation to keep his hand, the evil spirit qi in the body was immediately completely mobilized, and the evil spirit qi around the black tower was permeated, and in the middle of the swirling, they all gathered on the tip of the black tower's gun, and with the blessing of all the evil spirits, the black tower's gun pointed out, rolling the wind and clouds.

Whoops.

The sound of spatial tearing continued, and under this shot, the evil spirit qi continued to gather and converge, as if a huge vortex had formed at the tip of the spear, and the vortex rotated, wrapping towards Fang Yang's body in all directions.

As far as the eye could see, there was a black vortex condensed by the evil spirit's qi in front of him, and there was no place to dodge with such a blow.

The people of the Black Soul Tribe around them all changed color, and in the midst of Heimu's loud shouts, they also frequently retreated and moved away, away from the fighting here, otherwise they would be affected by this trick alone, and with the flesh and blood of these ordinary people, they would definitely not be able to resist.

The crowd scattered and retreated, and before the black spear swirled, only Fang Yang was left.

Fang Yang looked up, under the mask of the evil ghost, his eyes were like a cluster of blood-red flowing fire, although it was not strong and vigorous, but as long as it was looked at, it would cause people's hearts to burst out, as if there was a chill surging through the whole body.

The black spear in front of him formed a vortex, covering it endlessly, until the spear was about to get close to his body, Fang Yang's five fingers were grasped, and the black divine soul around his body was like a thin cloud, and under his grasp, they all gathered in the palm of his hand, and the black soul flowed, and a pitch-black sword blade was formed between the floats.

Immediately, Fang Yang's body twisted, his right hand held the sword, and a sword slashed out!

The black light broke through the sky and shone brightly.