The great monks of the Bhikshu Kingdom fled towards the border of the Aodong Kingdom while fighting.

There was another fierce battle, with both sides killed and wounded.

The monks of the Bhikshu Kingdom, who were already trapped by the Soul Summoning Array and were tired and miserable, suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power at this time of life and death.

The spiritual secrets that I had practiced before, but now I have used them without reservation, and I am no longer afraid of people secretly learning them.

All the tricks, all the magic weapons are shown one by one.

Nothing is more important than being alive when life and death are at stake.

All the monks of the Bhikshu Kingdom were all red-eyed at this moment, like angry bulls, roaring, towards the border of the Aodong Kingdom.

Thousands of miles away, or even tens of thousands of territories, were trembling because of their fights, and the sky was sometimes blue, sometimes emerald green, and all kinds of light rose and fell, reflecting against it, and finally turned into wisps of blood......

In front of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the golden-faced clock was still ringing, and the Soul Summoning Array had already stopped running, but there was no hope for what reason, and it was still beating hard.

The greedy golden-faced clock seemed to be quite displeased, and on its side, there was a young man with a handsome face, who whispered to Hopeless: "Master Heaven, it's not good, I don't know what's wrong with the Soul Summoning Array, it was pulled by an inexplicable force, and it has lost its effectiveness. All the spirit flags in the array were destroyed, and some thieves from the bhikshu country also took the opportunity to escape. ”

The deafening knocking sound did not stop at all, and there were already wisps of sweat on the hopeless forehead, exerting soul power, and it was being swallowed up by the golden-faced clock little by little.

He didn't seem to hear the boy's words.

As if he wanted to wake up Hopeless, the young man stepped forward and pushed Hopeless's shoulder, and said, "Master Heaven, Lord Snake Ancestor Changshengjue, you want me to come to you to hunt down those bhikshu thieves, they are already heading towards ......."

He was about to tell Hopeless which way the men had fled, when he felt as if he had been hit the top of his head, and the pain was unbearable.

On his forehead, something hot and slimy seemed to be flowing.

When he touched it, he knew it was blood.

Hopeless did not strike him, nor did he cast any spell on him, and the top of his head suddenly cracked, and hot blood flowed.

Hopeless is still striking the gold-faced clock......

The young man secretly felt strange, and along the bloodstains, he reached out and touched his head.

It was better not to touch it, but when he touched it, he could jump, and he vaguely felt that above his head, there was an extremely deep crack, as if his brain had been cracked, and surging blood was gushing out of his head.

He couldn't figure out what the situation was, so he slowly turned his head and looked at the monks from other countries who rushed to help in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and found that the top of those people's heads were all the same, bleeding blood, and groping with their hands.

In an instant, the blood light burst out, and those who were around hopelessly, watching, whether they were those with profound mana or those with low cultivation, all turned into flesh and mud in this cluster of blood light, and the scene was unbearable.

It was ten thousand times more miserable than what he saw in the Soul Summoning Array, and this was also the last picture that the young man had seen in this world.

Actually, he's the same......

Constantly striking the hopelessness of the gold-faced clock, he suddenly sat down with a sense of relief, the gilded hammer in his hand fell to the ground, and then he lay on the ground indifferently, as if he had just experienced a cloud and rain, and he was bored with everything.

Corpses all over the ground, messes all over the ground......

The golden-faced clock moved slowly, and he didn't need anyone to carry it, he was looking for it himself.

Unlike the Spiritualist Circle, it can not only devour souls and obliterate living beings, but also eat the corpses of living beings and steal the spiritual power contained in them.

As soon as it moved away, the figure of the Bhikshu Kingdom powerhouse that was originally held below in the original open space instantly appeared.

It's just that no one in this world will recognize them.

They were like crumbling mud, slimy, foul-smelling, a layer of unnutritious mucus, wrapped around it, like the feces of some kind of creature, placed on the ground, but there was no nutrition in this dung, and even the beetle did not bother to take care of them.

The already tired and hopeless prostration, because he couldn't bear the stench that emanated, slowly crawled away from those strange feces.

The golden-faced clock, with strange faces on all sides, with a terrifying smile, picked up the scraps of meat on the ground little by little, like a greedy glutton.

In a flash of inspiration, a graceful figure crept in. At a glance, she saw the hopeless lying on the ground, slowly crawling, he seemed to notice something, suddenly sat up from the ground, looked at the golden-faced clock, and looked at the woman floating in the sky, a few thoughts flashed in his mind, which made him shudder, and said in a trembling voice: "It's you, it's you...... you."

In the sky, the beautiful woman smiled coldly: "Yes, I am back." ”

Looking at the sky in despair and hopelessness, the beautiful woman held a sword shining with scarlet light, and the sword was unspeakably terrible, as if it had a deep hostility to the golden-faced clock on the ground.

Hopeless said: "I didn't expect that she would sacrifice for you, I, I ......"

Exhausted, he sat on the ground without knowing what to do, his eyes slowly turning from fear to dullness, and there were many incomprehensions and grievances in his heart.

At this moment, from the golden-faced clock, a dignified spiritual power suddenly came out, the bell sound was thick, like an ancient and vicissitudes of life, and said coldly: "Hopeless, if you help me forage for food, I won't treat you badly, isn't it just a little witch? ”

The voice did come out of the bell, but I couldn't even believe that this ancient magic weapon had condensed its soul in the long years.

He didn't know that all the helpers he had invited had died under this golden-faced clock.

Just now, his soul has been controlled by the gold-faced clock, and he involuntarily struck the gold-faced clock, and the sound made by the gold-faced clock was only aimed at the creatures in the pure soul state.

But after feeling Nie Ya's soul sword, the golden-faced clock was no longer calm.

Because it found that the soul that had been shattered by its own voice had been plundered by another strange force.

The golden-faced clock, the treasure of the soul that was plundered by the soul sword, was extremely unwilling in his heart, and he secretly competed with the soul sword in his heart.

The fleeting aura of the Dementor Sword, in just a moment, engulfed all the souls that could be swallowed nearby, making the surroundings empty, and there were no more souls to eat.

The angry golden-faced clock, with nowhere to vent, is full of anger.

Unwilling to fail, it deliberately instructed Hopeless, so he knocked desperately, and cooperated with himself, making a loud noise, and at the same time, the soul energy released forcibly stripped the souls of the big living people around him from the body.

In order to prove that it was stronger, it had sucked the souls of the monks and shattered their corpses to pieces, and it wanted to eat the flesh and soul of those people, and then slowly make itself stronger.

And secretly made up his mind that next time, the Dementor Sword must look good.

The terrifying artifact, the golden-faced clock, suddenly exuded a terrifying murderous aura around it, and quietly flew towards Nie Ya.

At this moment, it actually thought, just like holding the people of the bhikshu kingdom, the girl in front of it, high above, holding the abominable sword in her hand, underneath it, slowly absorbing it, slowly digesting it.

Facing the golden-faced clock full of malice, Nie Ya smiled slightly, he knew that the magic weapon that had been born soul was by no means a simple magic weapon, if it could be used for himself, it would definitely benefit a lot in the future.

The hardest thing to deal with here today is not hopelessness, but this bell.

Boom, the Dementor Sword carried wisps of killing intent and quietly stabbed at the golden-faced clock.

Nie Yan didn't seem to push too hard.

The Soul Sword, which also has soul thoughts, seems to be more intense.

The domineering aura that slowly surged up from the sword's body seemed to say, "If I can beat you once, I can beat you twice." ”

At the confrontation between the sword and the golden bell, the Dao fire ascended to the sky.

There was obviously a sun in the sky, but the sun seemed so dim under the light of the fire. At this moment, it seems to be less bright than the moon at night.

Boom, the Dementor Sword and the Golden Bell collided again. There was a sinister smile from the golden-faced clock in the sky, "Good magic weapon, you can replace the gilded hammer in the future." ”