The thunderball blasted out, Su Xingxuan also felt that the true yuan in his body was exhausted for a while, these five thunder blasts were worthy of being the strongest means to master the five thunders, although what he was using now was only a defective product, and with the help of the power of the altar, he almost evacuated his true yuan all of a sudden, and even the altar in front of him was shaky, and it almost didn't collapse.

However, Su Xingxuan didn't care about resting, seeing that those little phosphorescences were about to absorb the surrounding yin qi and condense his body, Su Xingxuan knew that he had to hurry up, otherwise after the military soul condensed again, he would not have the ability to break them up again.

Thinking of this, Su Xingxuan took out an elixir that replenished the true yuan and swallowed it, holding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and unleashing the devouring power of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner with all his might, this Ten Thousand Soul Banner is a former immortal weapon, and there is almost no upper limit to the devouring power, not to mention that this ghost snake is just a suppressed little Yin Cao, it is the real Yin Cao Underworld, I am afraid that it can also run rampant.

I saw that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner had just been activated, and the power of devouring the sky and the earth was suddenly revealed, and I saw that the surrounding Yin Qi suddenly seemed to fall into boiling water, and it instantly became restless, surging towards the Ten Thousand Soul Banner like a tide, and the Yin Qi around those military souls that was originally so thick that it almost turned into substance was instantly attracted, and it could not be condensed at all.

Seeing this, Su Xingxuan also immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but Su Xingxuan also knew that the lack of yin qi could only temporarily delay the time for the transformation of the military soul, not to mention that this is a small yin cao, the yin qi is almost endless, if it is the ten thousand soul flags in the heyday, it can naturally suck the yin qi here dry, but the current ten thousand soul flags, don't say that they can't do it, even if they can do it, with Su Xingxuan's cultivation, it won't be long to urge.

In addition, the reason why the military soul can not die and not die depends on the yin qi, but the fighting spirit in the heart that is not afraid of heaven and earth, if this fighting spirit cannot be eliminated, sooner or later the military soul can still be recovered.

However, Su Xingxuan only stopped it slightly, and he didn't think that he couldn't transform without the Yin Qi military soul, looking at the Dao True Spirit in front of him, Su Xingxuan didn't think about it, he sat down cross-legged on the spot, and began to cast the Earth Hidden Heart Sutra, and a faint divine thought suddenly went towards those immortal army souls, tasting the thoughts in the hearts of these military souls, feeling on their bodies, replacing them with suffering, and purifying the resentment in their hearts.

The military soul is some strong-willed soldiers, after the death of the battlefield, a trace of residual unwilling to fight condensed on the battlefield of the fierce and violent spirit, can be said to be the most fearless of life and death, bloodthirsty and murderous.

Roar! Roar! There was an earth-shattering roar in his soul, and Su Xingxuan seemed to have seen the battlefield fighting in the midst of this phosphorus fire in the sky!

For the first time, Su Xingxuan understood the reason for fear, the military soul was disembodied and formless, and the ghost qi body was just an external object attracted by the war spirit, but the real essence was the will that remained after death, this immortal war spirit. Roar, roar, kill, kill!!!!The earth-shattering roars came and went, and finally condensed into a single force, and the earth-shattering murderous aura instantly made the desert as cold as the polar regions, and even the ground burst under this cold killing intent.

With the earth-shattering roar, the blue immortal battle spirits slowly rose, coming towards Su Xingxuan, and fell in the desert, like a little star above the sky, and the strong ghost qi scattered almost condensed into a spare. In the gray mist in the sky, I saw Su Xingxuan's body, colorful brilliance flashing, and at the center of his eyebrows, a lotus flower phantom gradually appeared, and the thousands of military souls rushed to fly towards the lotus, as if the lotus flower was the mother's body.

As a stream of yin spirits fell into the lotus, Su Xingxuan's heart was suddenly infected with an endless killing intent, tyrannical, cold, lonely, almost all the sadness and misery of time were all rushing and surging in his sea of divine soul consciousness, constantly impacting a little of his true spirit.

Under the impact of such surging killing thoughts, Su Xingxuan's soul is almost deadly, as long as he is not careful, he will turn into a monster who only knows how to kill, and this kind of killing thoughts not only erodes his soul, but also carries the meridian true yuan around his body, not only surging, the qi and blood in his body are like time and space, constantly trembling, irritable, every joint and acupoint in the whole body, it seems to be shouting this rage, constantly devouring the yin qi, ghost energy, evil energy, and aura in this ghost.

If Su Xingxuan is sober, he is afraid that he will be frightened and scattered when he sees this scene, as a monk, what he has to do is to wash his whole body, remove impurities, wash the marrow of the muscles, refine the Taoist jade bones, the golden body of the Buddhist, and there is no leakage all over the body, the most taboo thing is this evil spirit, but now, he is constantly devouring these powers, if he can't stop it in time, I'm afraid that he will fall into the evil path every minute.

But all this, Su Xingxuan didn't know, or he didn't have time to know, in the face of the impact of this evil thought, the earth hidden heart sutra in his mind kept turning, only to see that in the sea of his divine soul, a yellow-robed monk, holding a string of prayer beads, kept reciting the earth hidden heart sutra in his mouth, it was Su Xingxuan's appearance, while reciting, the evil qi also fell on his body, and scars fell on his body, and in this regard, the monk did not change his face, with compassion, and kept chanting, no matter how powerful this evil spirit was, as if he was immovable。

The spirit of war is immortal, the soul of the army is immortal, the spirit of war is immortal, the spirit of the army is immortal, the spirit of war is immortal, the soul of the army is immortal......

With the continuous chanting of the monk, the older and more military souls invaded his sea of soul consciousness, these military souls practiced together, formed a military formation, holding steel knives, and kept roaring, with the sound of military drums, horns, and roars, getting louder and louder, and the broken divine thoughts gradually invaded the body of the yellow-robed monk with this force, for a while, Su Xingxuan's mind appeared all kinds of scenes, military camp training, battlefield encounters, court disputes, battle death, wandering, cold, countless memories that did not belong to him poured into his sea of divine soul consciousness。

With so many memories, even if Su Xingxuan has cultivated the Yuan Ling Tong Mind Technique, the Yuan Shen Soul is much stronger than ordinary people, and it is a little unbearable, not to mention so many memories, all of them are pain, resentment, desolation, and misery, even if the Dharma is boundless, the hands of the yellow-robed monk are also a meal, and the scriptures in his mouth are a little unbearable.

With the pause of the yellow-robed monk, a bloodthirsty and brutal indestructible battle intent suddenly erupted on the body of the military soul divine thoughts, and this bloodthirsty and violent indestructible battle intent continued to stir in Su Xingxuan's sea of divine soul consciousness, but he saw that the blue light points converged into a ball, slowly rotating around the yellow-robed monk, and finally condensed into a cold blue sword, hanging above his head.

(End of chapter)