Airplanes!

The huge word "sin" flowing with blood was suspended above the void, exuding a coercion that made the soul tremble, as if the heavens and the earth were imprisoned.

Under the word "sin", they are all sinners!

A terrible fluctuation spreads from the word "sin".

"Divine Magic, God's Judgment!"

Sean looked at the word "sin" that was dripping blood across the void, and his face became extremely solemn.

The soul, in particular, had begun to develop a tingling sensation, which Sean knew was a pain that came from the difficulty of the will.

"Little beast, this technique is a judgment magic given by the Holy Spirit, and it contains the will of the Silk Holy God, not to mention you, even the Heavenly Monarch is difficult to resist!"

And perceiving Sean's gaze, Tong Danmu also leaked out—a sinister smile, with an eerie voice, coming out of his mouth.

"I will wear out your will, bit by bit, so that you will die in torture, your life, let me help you continue!"

Sean's eyes were slightly condensed, and he couldn't help but darken a little.

His five masters are the Heavenly Monarch, and the divine techniques that even the Heavenly Monarch can hardly compete with are no longer something he can handle.

And the holy spirit in Tong Danmu's mouth is undoubtedly the supreme god of the Wu clan.

In the small innate world, there were traces of the supreme god of the witch clan, which made Sean smell the terrifying power behind this conspiracy.

"Great Holy Spirit, come upon you in your power to judge this sinful man!"

Tong Danmu's expression suddenly became fanatical and obsessed, his eyes were cold, and the magic seal in his hand slowly closed.

Rumble!

As the Dharma seal in Tong Danmu's hand slowly closed, in the void, the huge word "sin" suddenly trembled, and a surging river of blood poured down, drowning Sean in an instant.

In the river of blood that flooded the heavens and the earth, countless judgment runes formed a judgment cage, imprisoning Sean and slowly retracting it, and the huge oppressive force instantly pressed Sean's body into a twisted shape, and even the golden light on his body was fast.

Obviously, even with the protection of the golden light of the Buddha Gate, he still can't resist the will attack of this Dao from the witch god.

After all, the gap between Sean and the witch god can no longer be calculated by reason.

Snort

The power of endless judgment is like thousands of swords eroding Sean's will, and at the same time, the surging sea of blood flowing in the soul space is also corroding Sean's soul power.

And in the center of the river of blood, those runes seemed to have the power of judgment that the world could not match, and all of Sean's defenses were swept away almost instantly.

Magic, terrifying!

"Ahh

The tearing pain filled Sean's soul space in an instant, so the entire soul space echoed with Sean's unbearable screams.

The confrontation between Sean and Tong Danmu is beyond the scope of heaven and earth, and the most terrifying thing is that Sean's life is passing rapidly and is in danger.

And for this, the outside world seems to be ignorant, and out of trust in Sean, even when they see Sean's painful look, they are quietly waiting for the end of this soul encounter.

"Looks like it should be over!"

Looking at Sean, who was dying with vitality and vitality, Tong Danmu's pupils flashed with a feverish luster.

It was as if he had heard the call of the Holy Spirit and was being worshiped by hundreds of millions of people.

Hiss!

The vast soul space has been corroded by the sea of trial blood, and bursts of smoke are rising.

Sean's soul twisted, and as the smoke thickened, it loomed to the brink of death.

Or......

The dying young man, his soul breath became weaker and weaker, but there was a low unyielding voice that slowly sounded in his heart.

Because the blood in his heart was still hot, his will resounded like an indestructible sound.

"Just let your God's Judgment help me complete the cultivation of the Soul Gathering Technique."

Sean endured the intense soul pain, and began to operate quickly according to the route of the Soul Gathering Technique, devoting himself wholeheartedly to the comprehension and cultivation of the Soul Gathering Technique.

The obscure text of the soul method, in the face of fierce attacks, is like a student who encounters a difficult problem, through repeated experiments to verify it, and then put all kinds of things into practice.

A burst of sudden breakthrough made Sean, who had just cultivated the "Soul Gathering Technique", reach the Lingming, and the whole method unconsciously completed several cycles.

At this moment, Sean was a little glad that if he had encountered this divine judgment before entering the Soul Tower, that wisp of divine will alone would have annihilated him.

All of this is because of the power of the curse that Tong Danmu detonated in Sean's soul again and again, constantly tempering his will, so that even if he is against that wisp of divine will, he also has a certain resistance.

Or, if he hadn't gotten the "Soul Gathering Technique", Sean would also have no ability to resist the Judgment of the Sea of Blood.

At this time, as the "Soul Gathering Technique" completed several cycles, Sean's soul aura began to slowly rise!

"How is that possible?"

Tong Danmu noticed this scene, and the smile in his eyes instantly froze, replaced by a deep sense of unease and panic.

But Sean didn't pay any attention to Tong Danmu, and still indulged in the cultivation of the "Soul Gathering Technique" in his own way.

Under normal circumstances, if Sean wants to cultivate the Soul Gathering Technique, it may be difficult to do it without more than a year, but now, under the terrifying soul strangulation of the Sea of Judgment and Blood, it has played a miraculous effect of doubling the result with half the effort.

This kind of opportunity, how could Sean miss it.

"I'm not going to give you a chance to recover, though!"

Tong Danmu's face was so gloomy that it was dripping, his eyes were full of murderous intent to look at Sean, and the magic seal in his hand also changed violently at this time.

"The Art of Judgment, Soul Eater!"

The voice rumbled, and I could see that the entire sea of judgment blood instantly rioted, and countless judgment runes turned into one after another judgment blood spears, roaring towards Sean overwhelmingly.

Airplanes!

However, just as the sea of blood rioted and the blood spear roared, above Sean's head, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed, and finally outside his body, a mysterious huge light and shadow that slowly rotated was formed.

The aura of antiquity emanated from the mysterious light and shadow, and even the nearby air became blurry and hazy.

"It's ......"

Tong Danmu's eyes almost popped out, and in that mysterious light and shadow, he felt a fluctuation that was no weaker than the Judgment Technique.

Snort!

The overwhelming spear of judgment burst into the mysterious light and shadow, and it actually sounded like a great mill, crushing the spear of judgment into powder.

At the same time, the riotous river of blood also flowed into the mysterious light and shadow, purifying the power of judgment, and finally turning into a trickle, nourishing Sean's broken soul.

Sean's weak soul aura was also skyrocketing at an alarming speed.

"Impossible, what the hell are you, how can you have such a soul means? You're not human, you kid. ”

The more Tong Danmu was beaten, the more frightened he became, and when he tried his best, he just took the lead for a while, however, at this moment, he was shattered into nothingness again, and he couldn't help but roar out a frightened question.

"Humph!"

Sean snorted coldly, he didn't seem to need to explain anything to a dead person, and then his heart moved, and in the depths of his soul, bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded, golden and dazzling.

And the mysterious light and shadow, under the polishing of the storm, became more and more condensed.

Airplanes!

With the disappearance of the sea of judgment blood and the blood spear in the sky, the entire soul space was filled with an ancient chaotic qi, which was like a buzz from ancient times, and it was also echoing at this time.

An ancient mottled mill, slowly pressing the void, like an unshakable god of heaven and earth, eternal and eternal.

At this moment, even the huge word "sin" in the void is as small as an ant.

The silent confrontation made everyone in the huge square extremely depressed, and it seemed that there was a demonic restlessness in their hearts, which was difficult to suppress, and the undercurrent was surging silently.

"What the hell is going on? The confrontation between the little devil and Tong Danmu has also passed for so long, but we can't see the slightest sign of fluctuation. ”

"If only I knew, hey, how can there be a faint layer of black gas on your face?"

"You know that I, aren't you the same, it should be caused by staying here for a few days, you see, the people around you are almost the same, it's okay."

Outside the tower, there were some uproars, they were all waiting for Sean's result, but they didn't think about their unusualness.

If it's a person's abnormality, it's pathological, but if everyone is like this, it's a matter of course, and no one pays much attention to it, a tyrannical atmosphere, quietly brewing.

"What is this?"

Looking at the ancient and vast Great Mill, Tong Danmu's eyes shook, and there was a horror in his heart that could not be concealed.

"The Great Grinding Disc of the Soul!"

Sean also looked at Tong Danmu with a shocked face, and exhaled softly.

This big mill is the soul mill that Sean fused with the rolling small cyclone on the soul ladder and condensed by the "Soul Gathering Technique".

The "Soul Gathering Technique" was originally just a simple soul defense technique, but Sean not only used the rolling soul power in the Soul Gathering Technique, but also condensed a soul grinding disc with attack power in a unique style.

If he hadn't condensed this soul mill, Sean would not have been able to dissolve this judgment technique with the soul gathering technique alone.

Every time he is on the verge of life and death, Sean can make full use of all his favorable conditions, fight for a ray of life, and gradually become stronger.

The battle of life and death has also long been regarded by Sean as a shortcut to the top.

On the other hand, Tong Danshu, but the breath has become twilight and sluggish.

Casting this magic technique, he had already exhausted all his soul power, and now, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

At this moment, the fear in his heart instantly climbed to the peak, and he couldn't help but say in horror: "What kind of means is this, you kid is not a person, you are not a person at all." ”

Sean's face appeared - a cold expression: "What, what other means?" Just let the horses come. ”

At this moment, Tong Danmu still dares to talk about any means, the whole person is like a defeated rooster, extremely depressed, the old face twitched for a while, and said in a wailing voice: "Let me go, boy, we have no hatred or resentment, let me go." ”

Sean said coldly: "It's too late to say anything about no hatred and no resentment now, haven't you always wanted to kill me, haven't you always wanted to occupy this world?" ”