This qiē came too fast......

"Damn it. ”

Seeing the swift rainbow palm in the sky, Ye Qiufeng's soul power suddenly became condensed to the extreme, and a stream of scorching heavenly fire power burst out directly and unceremoniously from his soul.

All the purest power in heaven and earth has a natural restraint on the power of the soul, but Ye Qiufeng is an exception, because of the special nature of his body, his soul power is not only pregnant with the power of heavenly fire, but even the thunder of the heavenly thunder, the power of Xuanmu, and the power of Xuanshui can be accommodated in it, if this is placed on others, it is simply unimaginable.

And this is precisely the capital that Ye Qiufeng intends to compete with the soul power of this old guy now.

rumble

The terrifying palm that condensed the entire soul space directly smashed into the flowing sea of red fire without any scruples, and immediately, clusters of flames were clustered by the flames smashed by this palm, and the overwhelming flame elves fled directly elsewhere as if they were in great pain, intending to avoid the terrifying palm of this old guy.

And outside, when Ye Qiufeng's eyes stared motionlessly at the spirit puppet in front of him, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out directly from this mouth, which seemed so abrupt.

"Autumn Breeze"

Seeing this scene, Shui Lingyue's gaze immediately turned to Ye Qiufeng's direction, and then came to Ye Qiufeng, but just after the voice fell, at Ye Qiufeng's finger ring, a purple light broke out directly, and finally the figure of the purple thunder sword spirit appeared here in an instant.

And seeing this old guy, Mo Leopard's pupils suddenly shrank when he was fighting with a spirit puppet, this was the second time he had seen this old guy.

But what made him unbelievable was that. What the hell is this old guy doing? Why does it always appear on Ye Qiufeng's body?

"Don't bother him. ”

But just when Shui Lingyue had just come to Ye Qiufeng's side, the voice of the Purple Thunder Sword Spirit suddenly drank. Hearing this, Shui Lingyue's heart was in turmoil.

"Now his soul power should be fighting against the remnants of the soul left by this little guy in his lifetime, and this phenomenon is also common. Don't let him fall short. ”

Obviously, this Purple Thunder Sword Spirit's knowledge is not comparable to ordinary people, and he can sense Ye Qiufeng's current status in the ring, and when he hears this, Shui Lingyue and the others' anxious eyes slowly stopped, and they are really worried about what happened to Ye Qiufeng's soul power. After all, the importance of soul power is not comparable to that of the body.

In the soul space in the spirit puppet's mind at this moment, the old guy's palm came and went fast at this moment. The power is nearing its end after dozens of breaths, but here. But there was only a little red light flashing.

On the throne, after this palm fell, the emaciated old guy was even more illusory, and faintly, the old guy's original illusory body was now beginning to distort, and it seemed that the power of this old guy's last palm of soul had consumed a lot of energy.

"Has it dissipated?

There, when I saw that there was just a small flame flickering here, I couldn't help but sigh softly in my heart, I didn't expect this little guy in the future. The talent is good, but the ability to resist the fight is a lot worse.

"Senior, I'm still there. Ahem"

Who knows, just when this old guy just remembered these things in his heart. In that vast gray mist, a violent cough kept sounding, and there. There was only a few left, and the single fluttering flame finally slowly came close together, suddenly. A cluster of crimson light floated there at one time, but now it looked. The light of this bright light was a little dim, as if a dazzling flower was about to wither, with some sadness.

And this is precisely the last trace of soul power that Ye Qiufeng retains here.

I have to mention that this old guy's soul power is really terrifying, and with the help of the environment here, even if this old guy's palm just now can't be compared with the heyday, it is definitely not a hundred and eight thousand miles.

Thankfully, he went on the next step.

The slightly crimson soul power slowly rippled, but now the soul power was also greatly impacted, the palm just now, if it wasn't for Ye Qiufeng turning the soul power into thousands at the end, and all these small soul powers exploded under the overwhelming soul power of one palm, he would not have taken this old guy's palm at all.

This made him a little crying and laughing, but he didn't expect that in the end, he still had to choose to self-destruct the power of his soul.

Although this is not a great danger caused by Ye Qiufeng's soul power, the current situation will not be too quiet, this is the Night Rain Forest after all, and now Ye Qiufeng and the others are only in the extreme outer part of the Night Rain Forest, they know that the more they go inside, the more people they will meet in the end, and the strength will become more terrifying, and now they have lost their soul power. Not a good thing.

"This time, this old guy has to make up for everything he says! ”

Looking at the pale appearance of his body, Ye Qiufeng couldn't help but smile bitterly, after the soul power entered here just now, he was still able to use the soul power to condense himself, but now, he felt that his strength to stand up was almost gone.

"It's really not a simple young man, I didn't expect this seat to be at a low point for you. ”

There, the gray-robed thin old man on the throne slowly stood up, and a terrifying momentum directly shook this space that was surging with soul power, and for a while, the strength of the heaven and earth level was fully displayed.

"This old guy's strength is too terrifying. ”

Looking at his even more trembling floating soul helplessly, Ye Qiufeng immediately shook his head slightly in his heart after being helpless. Then I was going to see what the old guy was going to give.

"This seat is the last head of the barren sect for several years and thousands of years, the son of the barren sky. But my barren gate collapsed after experiencing that great battle between heaven and earth, alas! It's really unacceptable!"

This old guy spoke in a very soft voice, but he was still heard clearly by Ye Qiufeng, but when he heard the sect of the Barren Sect, his heart suddenly shook.

He really didn't have an impression of the person Tianhuangzi, but he had heard of the strength of the Barren Gate, a force that had fallen for thousands of years.

In fact, it's not that the reputation of this sect is so powerful, to put it mildly, this sect finally withered because the talent of the sect is really not very good, but the founder of this sect is powerful and terrifying, and this sect has some origins, just because of one of the four great divine arts of ancient times.

Desolation

It is rumored that the first of this barren gate was the power that once created the barren technique, although in the end, because the barren technique gradually disappeared into the people's world, the barren gate gradually faded into people's field of vision, but this time today, it made Ye Qiufeng shocked.

He didn't expect that the last head of the sect that was once famous on the mainland would appear in front of him in such an ironic scene.

And it is not difficult to explain why this desolate man finally set the tomb here, the vitality of the night rain forest is extremely vigorous, and this old guy must know a lot of barren ways to prolong the time of his tomb.

"From the look in your kid's eyes, I can tell that you should know a little bit about our barren gate, hehe, but I didn't expect my barren gate to fall here. ”

Speaking of this, a little sadness gradually appeared on the face of this thin Tianhuangzi, and Ye Qiufeng could only be silent about this.

"Forget it, meeting today is also fate, and since you, the little guy, can take over the palm of this seat, you are naturally qualified to obtain the inheritance of my Tianhuang son. ”

But this, the old guy was sad for a while, and after a chuckle, the rolling whistling sound resounded all around the guy.

"Little guy, you should have heard of the reputation of the Desolation Technique, but since the Desolation Technique was listed as a forbidden technique in ancient times, no one else has seen it, but my Desolation Ancestor once created a method of induction desolation after creating the Desolation Technique. Obviously, the old man will teach it to you, hoping that you will be able to pass on the barren art with good luck. ”

As soon as the words fell, the wind whistled, and the energy rolled and tumbled...... (To be continued......)