"No!" This wail did not come from Chen Shaojie, but from Bu Zhuang.

Needless to say, the cultivation of the chief of the human body is naturally needless to say, this sword with all his strength directly drilled a hole the size of a rice bowl in Mo Yinglong's chest, and the entire heart was almost blown away, and blood was splashed everywhere, staining the three chief ministers.

Mo Yinglong's body staggered back a few steps, and before he could react to what was happening, the next wave of joint attacks of the three commanders had already arrived.

As one of the people who know the soul body best, Bu Zhuang naturally understands that the essence of the soul body is no different from that of a person, decapitation is a way to kill, and the heart is pierced, and it is categorically impossible to live. Looking at the empty wound now, Bu Zhuang estimated that Mo Yinglong was afraid that he only had one breath left.

"Die!" Seeing Mo Yinglong's reaction, the three chiefs naturally knew that this guy had been hit hard, and it was already the end of the crossbow at this time, but out of caution and anger, the chief of the sky still didn't intend to wait and see, and directly rushed forward, slashing off Mo Yinglong's head with a sword, completely ending the life of this monster, and the smooth incision didn't even have time to burst out a trace of blood.

"This, what should I do? Mr. Bu! Quickly think of a way!" Seeing Mo Yinglong die in battle, Chen Shaojie suddenly panicked. Mo Yinglong's existence is the biggest bargaining chip that the rebel party can maintain the situation on the field, and now that Mo Yinglong is dead in battle, with the three commanders rejoining the war, then they are afraid that there is no hope of winning at all.

"Shut up!" Losing a precious high-level soul body, Bu Zhuang's mood was also very irritable at this time, and he no longer gave Chen Shaojie any face, and refuted loudly in front of everyone.

Before leaving, the adult only gave him such a precious "King's Seed", and he didn't plan to use it himself, after all, such a precious seedling as the "King's Seed" is difficult for ordinary people to adapt to, and if it is not good, it may go berserk. But Bu Zhuang still took the risk and used it, and the result was lucky to succeed, using the body of a master like Mo Yinglong, who broke through the peak of the Skyclave Realm, as a container, and gave birth to an extremely powerful soul body. Bu Zhuang also thought that after this operation, he could bring Mo Yinglong back to the base camp to study it well, but he didn't expect to be strangled by the three commanders.

The weakness of the soul body, Bu Zhuang is also very clear. Although his physical ability is excellent and his fighting instinct is extremely strong, he is a monster without consciousness and unable to think, and his intelligence is not even as good as that of ordinary beasts, let alone things like combat experience. This time, in the face of three commanders with rich combat experience, they suffered such a loss when they were finally defeated in the case of superior strength.

"It's still careless, if I knew this, it would be better to eat and wipe the entire Mo family disciples unknowingly as soon as possible, maybe a more powerful soul body can be born. Bu Zhuang couldn't stop thinking in his heart.

But that's all for later, and the more important thing now is how to get out of such a chaotic situation.

The death of the soul body is just the death of the container, Bu Zhuang put his hands together and chanted a mantra, and a strange and bewitching red light burst out from Mo Yinglong's skull, slowly rising, and quickly returned to Bu Zhuang's hands.

That was the blood ruyi ring that Bu Zhuang stuffed into Mo Yinglong's body at the beginning, and it was also the body of the "King's Fire".

As long as the body is still there, the infinite resurrection of the soul body can be realized, but I am afraid that I will have to find a new place to absorb the essence and blood of a large number of masters to be able to do so.

The reason why Bu Zhuang chose to help Chen Shaojie rebel this time was to cultivate a high-level Soul Body, and by the way, to test the combat ability of the Soul Body. All of his and that adult's research on the Soul Loss Body was still in its infancy, after all, the cultivation of the Soul Body required a large amount of high-quality fresh blood, and it was simply impossible to meet the huge consumption of the experiment by hunting some people passing by in the mountains and wilderness or exterminating some small and medium-sized clans.

Bu Zhuang had no intention of squeezing any benefits from Chen Shaojie's rebellion, and Chen Shaojie could become Emperor Tunan, which might be very beneficial in the future, but this was only the icing on the cake for their plan, not a blessing in disguise. Now that all the souls have been killed in battle, there is no reason for him to continue to stay.

Thinking of this, Bu Zhuang directly took out a piece of the spell that had been prepared from his clothes, quickly bit his thumb, and drew a strange mark on the spell with blood, and the spell immediately exploded, and a pungent smell of smoke filled the air.

"Mr. Bu! Mr. Bu!" Chen Shaojie, who was closest to him, was choked the most by the pungent smoke, and at this time he kept coughing and shouting Bu Zhuang, Mo Yinglong died in battle, and Bu Zhuang was his last hope for the success of the rebellion.

"Zuo Xiang, the old man has done my best to help you today, and now that all the souls have been killed in battle, the old man has no reason to continue to stay, so don't leave it at that. In the smoke, Bu Zhuang's voice came from the side, and Chen Shaojie almost had a mouthful of blood rushing to his throat.

"Don't, Mr. Bu! You are our last reliance! We can't just leave!" Chen Shaojie didn't care about the demeanor of a country at this time, grabbed Bu Zhuang's arm, and didn't let him leave. The hard, thin feel surprised him.

"Zuo Xiang rest assured, the old man pays attention to a beginning and an end, for the sake of working together, before leaving, the old man still has to give you another big gift, as for whether you can seize this last opportunity, it depends on your creation. Bu Zhuang said with a smile.

Before the words fell, mixed in a cloud of smoke, Mo Yinglong's headless corpse suddenly got up and rushed straight into the crowd of palace guards, and then the whole burst open, blood overflowed in the thick smoke, and almost a lot of mouth and nose were contaminated with a little, and the first to bear the brunt was the palace guard captains who were in the center of the battle.

The smoke cleared, and everyone finally regained their sight, and a scream broke out in the crowd.

It was from a palace guard, who was scratching his head frantically, as if he was experiencing some pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and his fingernails tore blood marks on his face, and it was not long before he bled and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Everyone hold their breath and look inward!Don't use their true qi!" "The chief of the sky reacted the fastest, shouted sharply, and immediately entered the state of inward vision. At this time, in the meridians, a clearly visible black mist was flowing rapidly, and everywhere it went, there was a strong itching sensation in the meridians and nearby organs.

"Is it the toxin in the blood?" the three chiefs reacted quickly, and then looked at Bu Zhuang's cunning eyes after the smoke cleared, and everything was self-explanatory.