Ning Beichuan suddenly had an epiphany, and he was much sober in an instant.

is still in this gray world, and he is still a black ball with tentacles.

It's not a dream!

Ning Beichuan woke up like a dream and suddenly understood.

This gray space should be his own sea of knowledge, and this black ball is his own soul.

It's just that this spirit is a little weird and unexpected.

It stands to reason that the soul of a human monk should be similar to the appearance, even if the strength is inferior and cannot be condensed, at least it should be a human form, like himself, I don't know what's going on.

On the other side, the skull saw Ning Beichuan wake up, red mist emerged from his body, and pale faces were crowded on the surface of the skeleton, densely packed, looking at the numbness of the scalp and dizziness of the ears.

Then all the faces opened their mouths in unison, and millions of cries of blood came out. The cry was like a bloody blade, constantly cutting Ning Beichuan's soul. The black ball suddenly swirled, and quickly retracted the two tentacles into its body, which made it better.

The skull was overjoyed when he saw this, and directly turned into a bloody mouth and devoured the black ball, swallowing the black ball into his body with a bang.

The skull let out a seeming laugh, and then prepared to leave Ningbeichuan's Zhihai.

However, at this time, the mutation suddenly appeared, and the skull dispersed with a bang, turning into billowing smoke, and fled into the distance, and then the smoke converged and continued to condense a skull out, but this skull was much smaller than before.

The smoke cleared, revealing the figure of the black ball, which was obviously several times larger at the moment, and there was also a slight change.

Originally, the black ball only had two tentacles and a mouth full of fangs. Now there is a small tail on the tail of the black ball, which is becoming more and more weird.

Ning Beichuan's heart moved, he flicked his little black tail, and jumped out with a whoosh, and the speed was more than ten times faster than the original.

The skull was taken aback and wanted to run away immediately, but the black ball could not do what he wanted. With a whoosh, it appeared beside it, opened its teeth full of large mouths, and bit down with a click.

The skull was bitten off a large piece, and countless human faces and souls were devoured, and then turned into the purest soul power to nourish the black ball.

After a while, the skull became smaller than the black ball. At this time, it tried to escape, but found that there was an invisible and terrifying force blocking the entrance, which made him instinctively afraid and unwilling to approach.

The skull knew that there was nowhere to escape, and the smoke rolled out, turning into a delicate woman, dressed in tulle, and touching, waving at the black ball, and frequently throwing flattering eyes.

But the black ball was unmoved, and he didn't know how to pity the jade, so he rushed up and tore off his next arm and devoured it.

The woman screamed, her body collapsed and turned into billowing smoke, and no matter how it changed, Ning Beichuan's heart was like water, unmoved.

At the beginning, the skull was fierce and abnormal, but after all, it was made of human yin souls, and Ning Beichuan devoured it was no different from cannibalism, but for some reason, after devouring it, he felt that those yin spirits were not filled with grief and hatred, but rather a kind of relief, and his heart was clear.

Within the Soul Eater Banner, these Yin Spirits suffer every day, generating a steady stream of resentment, and for the Yin Souls, it is like purgatory, and they have been greatly harmed. Therefore, although Ning Beichuan devoured and digested them, it was indeed a relief for them.

After that, the skull and the black ball began the final battle in this gray space.

To put it more bluntly, it is a black ball catching a turtle in an urn.

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"Xiaoqing!" On the other side, Ying Tianjiao saw Xiaoqing fainting in Ning Beichuan's arms, and her mind was in turmoil, and then she stared at Bai Jiu, who was wrapped in smoke, and shouted: "Demon, die!"

In fact, as early as when Ning Beichuan came back, he returned the mid-level talisman storm technique to Ying Tianjiao.

Medium talismans, monks below the ninth level of Qi cultivation have almost no ability to resist!

Ying Tianjiao regretted it a little, if only she used the talisman as soon as possible. It's just that there is no regret medicine in the world, she took out the talisman, drew a circle in mid-air with the index finger of her right hand, and a green ring appeared, and then a breath of spiritual energy wrapped in the rune floated towards the ring, only to see ripples on the water surface in the ring, and after a while, there was a sound of wind and thunder, booming, the sky over the valley instantly darkened, and the clouds rolled, as if there were two invisible big hands moving, and suddenly a violent storm rose, and a palpitating force was constantly converging.

The sand and gravel on the ground continued to tremble, converging towards Ying Tianjiao's front and forming a hurricane. The hurricane was more than ten feet long, rolling up the sand and debris on the ground, faintly entwined with a trace of black lightning.

The wind blades of the hurricane are like sharp blades, cutting through everything around them. Flowers and trees were churned to pieces, and even the hard cliff walls left irregular cuts.

Ying Tianjiao's hairpin floated into the air, and the hanging yellow light protected the unconscious Ning Beichuan and Xiaoqing in it, but this consumed a lot of aura, and at this moment she was also biting her red lips nervously.

The wind blade cut above the yellow light, and there was a clanging sound, and with each sound, Ying Tianjiao's face turned white. The power of the medium-grade talisman is too great, even if you are a spellcaster, you will be affected without strong protection.

Bai Jiu's face turned pale in an instant, and he was so frightened that he exclaimed: "Medium-grade talisman!"

"Demon man, take your life!" Ying Tianjiao shouted angrily, the wind and thunder rolled, and the green jade finger pointed towards Bai Jiuyi, and then the hurricane roared and flew towards Bai Jiu, like a dragon in the wind, crushing everything.

Bai Jiu faced the hurricane, his face was bloodless, and his body under the black robe was constantly shaking. Middle-grade talismans, don't talk about themselves, even the elders of the Blood Demon Sect are here, and they will be wiped out.

Damn it!

I never thought that Ying Tianjiao, a first-layer qi practitioner, would have such a means, who is she? Bai Jiu didn't have time to think, and immediately took out a tortoise shell from the storage bag.

The tortoiseshell is covered with four circles the size of copper coins, and the circles are engraved with dense tadpole-like characters. Bai Jiu patted his chest without hesitation, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on it, and his face turned pale in an instant. The essence blood completely penetrated the tortoise shell, and suddenly the circle on the tortoise shell emitted a dazzling red light, and then quickly became larger, rising more than a zhang high, propped up in front of Bai Jiu's body, exuding a simple and heavy aura.

This tortoise shell was obtained by Bai Jiu by accident in a market transaction, originally he just thought it was strange, so he spent a small price to get it, and he didn't pay attention to it at first, but after accidentally using his secret art sacrifice, he found that this tortoise shell was stronger than the defense of a high-grade magic weapon, and it had vaguely reached the level of a magic weapon.