He is not a remnant wandering spirit, but a complete soul, and his appearance is the same as this body, he is the original soul of this body, and he can be said to be the master of everything here.

It's just that his eyes are full of chaos, confused, without a trace of brilliance, and his actions are so stiff, he looks like a puppet that has been manipulated.

When the countless large groups of geists around them felt his presence, they wanted to attack him in groups, but at the moment when they were about to touch him excitedly, the ruler only waved simply, and all the group of geists were instantly evaporated.

He Yinuo looked at him from afar, and the coercion on his body was so strong. For He Yinuo, no matter how strong he grows in devouring, he only belongs to the remnant soul, while the other party is a complete soul existence, which is the essential difference.

"I can't imagine that under my astral body, someone can look at me!!" the other party also looked at him, his words revealing extreme confidence and contempt, he clenched his fists, as if feeling his own strength.

He Yinuo was still unwavering under his strong pressure, his eyes showed a fine light, and he suddenly said abruptly, "You are the second generation of Mochizuki?"

The ruler of the starry sky suddenly paused, and there seemed to be a trace of struggle in his chaotic eyes, but he regained his composure in an instant, and his face showed smugness, and he laughed loudly, "Hahaha, not bad, I didn't expect that Mochizuki Sect could have such talents, but it's a pity," There seemed to be some self-deprecation between the words.

He Yinuo looked at him, a wave of disgust rose in his heart, pointed to all the wandering spirits around him, and said sharply, "These are all disciples of the Moon Watching Sect, they are all innocent, most of them are given high hopes by the family, and they will be successful in their cultivation and benefit one party, but in the end, they ended up in such a field, how can you bear to do it like this!!"

The banter and ridicule on the face of the second generation of Mochizuki disappeared, turned indifferent, and snorted, "Hmph, all of them voluntarily worship Mochizuki, voluntarily cultivate, and voluntarily hand over everything to Mochizuki, I have never persecuted anyone, besides, since ancient times, the strong have been respected, dare to ask which supreme strong man has not stepped on countless corpses and stepped into the peak, do you still want to mourn for them one by one??"

"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, don't you know what you did yourself?!! "He Yinuo said with a sneer and disdain on his face.

"Oh, then tell me, what did I do?" the second generation Mochizuki looked fierce, but asked with interest, he was curious about what the other party knew.

He Yinuo's face was indifferent, with a hint of unknown emotion, as if telling a past that was difficult to look back on.

"Since the generation of Mochizuki, with your body as a carrier, countless seeds have been bred, and all the disciples who have entered the Mochizuki Sect, no matter how high or low their cultivation is, have been planted in the dark, it can be hidden in the Mochizuki Sect's flowers and grass, breath and breath, and even hidden in the rich spiritual power of the Mochizuki Sect, and then implanted in the heart when everyone is completely unaware. And all the carriers become their hosts, constantly nourished and thrived over the long years. The more powerful the host, the more lush they will grow, until they take all the essence, cultivation, and soul possession of the parasitic host, and then it will be the season of real harvest, and finally all the harvest fruits will be gathered into this body buried deep in the body of Mount Mochizuki. ”

He Yinuo paused, changed his words, and continued, "It's just that the sudden attack of the Purgatory Altar disrupted all this, so that you had to harvest in advance, and all the Mochizuki disciples in the Mochizuki Sect couldn't escape the fate of being deprived of all their essence cultivation and even their souls, and in the end, only a pile of dry bones remained, and they died tragically in the place where they originally gave hope. And the fly in the ointment is that you originally planned to recall all the disciples of the Mochizuki Sect, and none of them were missed, but due to the pressure of time and war, you were worried that you would lose your roots, so you had to give up some, so those disciples who were far away from the Mochizuki Sect escaped this fate by luck. ”

"Haha, not bad!!" the second generation of Mochizuki clapped his hands and praised, but his chaotic eyes showed a strange light, "It's a pity for a talent like you, but by absorbing people like you, I can be stronger and more perfect, haha!!, and no matter how high your mind and talent are, it's only as you said, and in the end you only ended up with a miserable death of dry bones, sad and lamentable!" The second generation of Mochizuki showed mockery in his words, and his heart was even more proud.

However, He Yinuo was waiting for this moment, a sneer appeared on his face, and his words revealed endless ridicule, "If you want to say sad, in this world, who can be more sad than you, you are just a shell, just a container for a generation of Mochizuki, you look at what you look like now, only a lonely soul is trapped in your own shell for eternity, and in the end you can't escape the ending of being devoured by a generation of Mochizuki!!"

When the second generation of Mochizuki heard this, the chaos in his eyes became more intense, and there was struggle and pain on his face, as if he was pierced by his words, "You talk nonsense! You talk nonsense!! I am me, this is my world, I am the master of this starry sky, and a generation of Mochizuki can endure me!!"

Then he fell into madness, and at the same time, an incomparable devouring power appeared on his body, not only him, but the entire starry sky also appeared from the void with countless devouring giant mouths, and those wandering spirits were devoured in an instant.

He Yinuo tore a gap in the void above him, forming a huge blood basin mouth that devoured him, and He Yinuo seized the opportunity to blast out a punch before he could completely take shape, shattering it hard.

In the madness of the second generation of Mochizuki, he was full of endless hatred for He Yinuo, and his power to control the starry sky devoured him!

However, at this moment, a sudden change abruptly appeared, and a huge palm stretched out out of thin air in the huge starry sky, grabbing towards the second generation of Mochizuki!

The second generation of Mochizuki did not completely lose his mind in his madness, he did not retreat but advanced, condensed the power gathered in this body on his own soul, and instantly blasted endless power towards the huge palm!

However, the huge palm did not pause in the slightest under this force, and the damaged place healed quickly, and the arm that extended from nowhere actually had an unfathomable strange power.

It quickly approached the second generation of Mochizuki without the slightest obstruction. However, the second generation of Mochizuki never dodged in the endless madness, until he was completely grabbed by the giant palm, and his five fingers were closed, only a miserable cry remained, and the master of the starry sky fell like this!

Then the giant palm didn't stop, reopened the palm, and hurried towards He Yinuo.

Although He Yinuo regarded the second generation of Mochizuki as an enemy, he had to admit that his power to dominate this wandering soul starry sky was not comparable to himself, so he chose to retain his strength and not to confront the giant palm head-on, but to avoid its edge and avoid its strongest attack.

It's just that the giant palm identified He Yinuo and didn't give up on it, and its speed was extremely fast, and He Yinuo couldn't get rid of it quickly.

And that arm seems to be endless, constantly stretching, constantly extending, endless, supporting the giant palm to chase He Yinuo closely, wherever it passes, all the spirits that touch it are instantly volatilized!

I don't know how long has passed in this space, and I don't know how big this space is, in the endless chase, He Yinuo has been seriously overdrawn, and his speed has gradually slowed down, but the speed of the giant palm has not decreased but increased, and soon, the distance between it and He Yinuo is less than ten zhang!

The most troublesome thing is that the space here is open, and there is no place to hide, so you can only fly straight forward.

However, at this moment, the giant palm suddenly increased in speed, instantly covering He Yinuo's body, and his five fingers were closed, wanting to hold it in it, He Yinuo was slightly aware of it, so he turned around, raised his arms upward, and firmly held the falling five fingers!

The coercion coming from the five fingers was far beyond his expectations, although he used all his strength, but his arms were forcibly pressed down in the five fingers together, he was now a turtle in the urn, like a frog boiled in warm water, and his demise seemed to be doomed!

At this moment, in the afterlife, the ancient sacrifices, the spiritual space, and the Qiu Kun Pond, a great grief filled the Qiu Kun Pond, and the wailing sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, crying ghosts and gods, and the dense fog of the entire space was dyed blood red, and it looked like the Nine Hells from the Thirteen Places, extremely cold!

Even outside the ancient sacrifice and spiritual space, there were countless people from other races, and they also saw the strangeness of the spirit race, and they all discussed, "Is the spirit race going to change greatly? It seems that this sacrifice is bound to be not simple!"

In the dark space, the eight witch bones around him flashed with a ghostly and strange light at this moment, and the skull pupils of the demon general flickered with ghost fire.

The soul clan man was still quietly looking at the Tree of Life in the distance, he raised his hand, spread his palm, and there was a flower pattern in the palm of his hand!

Looking at Qiu Kunchi again, the black owl wings on his body have all turned into trillions of blood bats, and the pillar of light formed by the light spots generated on his chest is still connected to the huge Kunpeng phantom, dazzling and noble.

As the time of the half-pillar incense passed, the screams of despair in the Qiu Kun Pond gradually disappeared, and all the fierce beasts Qiu Kun were buried in the mouths of the endless blood bats, and even the blood mist that filled the clouds was swallowed up.

The next moment, trillions of blood bats swarmed into the colorful Kunpeng phantom with excitement and satisfaction, forming countless dark bands that seemed to be filled with endless energy, and they converged into the phantom, and the Kunpeng phantom let out a long roar, which resounded through the heavens and the earth, with the excitement and joy of life, breaking out of the dawn!

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