Feng Linwan is not the only one who hopes that everything will stop.

It's just the starting point, of course, it's different.

Feng Linwan didn't want the little pigeon to lose himself in the endless memories of the remnant soul.

The little pigeon is a person who he cultivated and carefully ignited for three years.

Not a disciple, better than a disciple. Feng Linwan is not hard-hearted, how can he not have any emotion?

The use is true, but I don't want the life of the little pigeon to exchange.

What's more, once lost in the endless memories of remnants, these sacrifices are actually meaningless.

Of course, Feng Linwan thinks so, but others don't necessarily.

Some people want to kill the little pigeon together, in this way, to prevent the Soul Summoning Sutra from continuing to call the dead souls and awaken the past.

In the midst of a loud roar, a big hole suddenly broke in the sky.

As the opening opened, what appeared in front of me was a mass grave that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.

The dirt on the ground was dark red, revealing a strong smell of blood, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere. In the dim void, rotting vultures circled, sometimes falling down to tear at the carrion on the ground and devouring it, but the broken belly dripped extremely corrosive venom.

"This is a small world of the Cave Heaven that has been opened up in the body with a powerful internal qi cultivation! Some people want to use such a small world to superimpose it here and affect the purity of the Yin Qi of heaven and earth. Feng Linwan only needed a glance to see through its purpose and movements.

In that strange little world, there was a gust of wind. In the yin wind, small blue flames swayed in the yin wind, and it seemed that they would be extinguished at any time.

When it got closer and closer, it suddenly became apparent.

Those small floating flames are actually clusters of ghost fires, and those hovering in the ghost fire are ghosts.

The rich death qi, combined with the rich yin qi between heaven and earth, under the chill, many people shivered all over, their faces were pale, and they were obviously deeply poisoned by the cold and dead qi.

"You can't let that small world come! its dead qi will pollute the surrounding yin qi and affect the soul conjuring!" Feng Lin Wan had already made a decision in his heart.

If Yang Qi is the opposite of Yin Qi, it will consume Yin Qi and affect the concentration of Yin Qi. Dead Qi is a dirt variant of Yin Qi, and its presence affects the purity of Yin Qi.

If it is just a single transmission that attracts the yang energy of a small world, it is like a scoop of water, and if you want to extinguish the fire that spreads throughout the world, you can't affect the overall situation at all. But dead air is like sewage, even if it is a small basin of sewage, if it is splashed into a lake, it will pollute the water quality.

Feng Linwan did not leave the little pigeon's side, but waved his long sleeves.

His sleeve is like a huge black hole, absorbing most of all the dead air, ghosts, and even the small world that straddles into his sleeve.

"How could he do this?" Some people who thought they knew Feng Linwan very well wondered in their hearts.

Of course, Feng Linwan will make this move.

Hezhen Yuanzi is almost good enough to wear a pair of pants, how can he not do this trick?

Most cultivators who don't know much about it think that Zhen Yuanzi's sleeve is a spatial supernatural power.

However, in its bones, it is a very powerful suppression technique.

It is very similar to the world in the palm of the Buddha, Kong Xuan's five-color divine light.

Under one sleeve, whenever he is caught up in his sleeve, he loses the ability to resist, is directly suppressed by force, and may even be refined.

It's a great trick.

However, the specific power still depends on the level of the person who uses it.

Feng Lin Wan was originally a seventh-level golden immortal, and his realm was not low.

But when he came to the Heaven Killing World and separated from the galaxy universe that made the Golden Immortal, his realm slipped by half, and he lost the meaning of eternal immortality.

The small world that straddles is not simple.

The manipulator behind it seems to be an 'old guy', and his strength should have reached the level of eight levels.

Feng Lin Wan is suppressing the small world, and the small world is in turn trying to devour Feng Lin Wan.

The two tug at each other, entering a rather strange force field.

Under the storm of death, on top of a huge tower built by a human head, a throne made of white bones accumulated. On the throne was an old man covered in black bone armor, and the old man seemed to be sleeping with his cheeks on his cheeks, but a crazy will emanated from his body.

"It's spectacular, isn't it?" the voice of vicissitudes of life came from above the throne.

"I only know that this requires killing a lot of people!" Feng Linwan already understood the intention of this old man.

The change of the sky brought a huge amount of yin energy, and at the same time, the powerful remnant souls of all parties summoned by the Soul Summoning Sutra also attracted this old man.

He needs to acquire these as nutrients for his practice.

Sure enough, I heard the vicissitudes of life voice and said: "This world is the place where I retreat and practice, and my core martial arts cultivation is death qi, so naturally I need a lot of dead people." What's more, when it comes to resources, what more abundant resource in this world is than man? Inexhaustible! Therefore, I am destined to cut through the ages and finally break through the heavens. ”

The Mo Ran revealed in his voice was also chilling.

However, he couldn't scare Feng Linwan.

In the galaxy era, the 'Great Demon King' who destroys the world at every turn, Feng Linwan has not seen it.

The old man in front of him, although he looked terrifying, but his behavior... It can only be regarded as pediatric.

There was no nonsense, Feng Linwan chose to do it.

He was afraid that if he stayed here for a long time, something would happen to the little pigeon.

Sou!

In an instant, Feng Lin Wan turned on the Demon Defense Golden Body.

Although martial artists usually focus on hand-to-hand combat, the cultivation of the Great Dao sometimes leads to the same end.

Just like the old man in front of him, who has eighth-level strength, he has already begun to comprehend the rules and appreciate the avenue.

His methods are not just hand-to-hand combat, but also involve many energy fields.

In this regard, the magic defense golden body... There's a lot of room for manipulation.

Of course, Feng Linwan, who has cultivated seventy-two changes, is extremely strong in his physical body, holding a sharp blade, and sweeping a sword directly at the old man.

At the same time, within the Eternal Lighthouse, a white light came out, sprinkling into the four wildernesses of this small world, shattering the majestic rising dead qi one after another.

The old man stretched out his index finger slightly, and in the face of the sword that Feng Lin pounced on, a huge amount of energy was condensed between his fingers, turning into an extremely condensed impact.

Clang!

In the next moment, Feng Linwan flew out upside down with a long sword at a faster speed. The sword body was still vibrating at an extremely high frequency, emitting a continuous concussive force, if Feng Lin Wan did not let go of the sword in his hand, the continuous concussive power would hurt his internal organs.

With a twist, Feng Lin Wan turned into a giant beast that picked stars and took the moon.

The battle suit on his body was twisted and turned into a black battle armor, which shrouded Feng Lin Wan's body, and then lent its power to Feng Lin Wan.