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"Ah......h

The screams sounded, Liu Zhan was the most careless, he didn't break any body defense, and in the blink of an eye, he was gnawed into a pile of white bones, and in his skull, there was a wisp of ghost slowly floating out, and the face with horror was none other than Liu Zhan.

The remnant souls around saw Liu Zhan's soul and swarmed up again, sucking it all clean!

Soul eats soul!

Wang Li's scalp was numb, he had collected so many souls in the outside world before, and he had never seen them kill each other, but the souls here not only had to eat flesh and blood, but even the souls of the dead were not spared.

Another scream rang out, and the monk, who seemed to be a scholar, had lost a piece of his arm as if he had eaten it alive, leaving the pulp-like flesh exposed, and blood gushing down his bones.

The monk was in a cold sweat, trembling and swallowing an elixir, stopping the blood in his arm, and then took out a strange leaf and held it in his mouth.

Originally, the fierce remnant soul wanted to gnaw him away, but after he swallowed the leaf, they all avoided it desperately, and they were extremely disgusted with the leaf.

These family Tianjiao disciples have really prepared some family treasures that can resist these remnant souls, Wang Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought secretly.

At the same time, the remaining Caiwei and a few others, taking advantage of the moment when the true qi of the body was resisted, took out the things to resist the soul, avoiding the fate of being scattered like Liu Zhan.

Caiwei's magic weapon is a piece of red silk, which is constantly flying around her, and above the red silk, there is a faint light flashing, and all the remnants of the soul who come into contact with this light have opened their mouths and screamed silently, avoiding them from afar.

The swarming souls were like a flood meeting a boulder, instantly diverging in Caiwei's place, spreading out in all directions.

The fisherman's monk took out a silver rod and spat out from the tip of the rod a very thin line, which grew longer and longer, layer upon layer, and twisted until it became a huge cocoon.

This silk cocoon was extremely hard, and the remnant soul hit it with a loud "bang" sound, but no matter what, it couldn't break through the cocoon's defenses.

And the big man with a fierce beast pattern, the totem whose chest belonged to a brown bear, instantly lit up, and a hideous grizzly bear suddenly appeared, protecting it in it, resisting the siege of many remnant souls.

The fisherman roared, stretched out the bright silver fishing rod from the silk cocoon, and swung left and right, splitting the turbulent sea of souls and sweeping out a route.

"Let's go!"

He let out a muffled snort, and the silk cocoon immediately accelerated, rushing towards the path of the light bridge, and the surrounding monks also turned into rainbow light and hurriedly followed.

Wang Li was still standing in place, not moving, he was waiting, waiting for everyone to leave, so that the magic banner could use all his strength to devour the remnant soul.

Just when everyone stepped on the light bridge and left, Wang Li finally moved, he stood the magic flag on the ground, and shook it violently, and the banner immediately enlarged, like covering the sky and the sun, and rolled up crazily, trapping countless remnant souls in it.

"Swallow"

Wang Li pinched the magic seal in his hand and shouted, only to see a huge suction force appear, inhaling all the remnant souls like a giant whale absorbing water, and finally, a huge tornado was formed, and the speed of absorbing souls had reached a jaw-dropping level.

One can imagine how shocked Caiwei and the others would be if they were still here, and I am afraid that they would be more vigilant in their attitude towards Wang Li.

At this time, Wang Li had already been hit by a huge surprise, and his heart set off a rare wave.

You must know that the remnant souls collected before must have about four or five before a demon soldier can be condensed, and these ancient remnant souls, just one, will be refined into a demon soldier!

The dense remnant souls, if they are all absorbed, enough for 10,000, can completely release the "Ten Thousand Demon Roaring Heavenly Array", and improve his strength by a large margin, how can this not make him ecstatic?

Only about a stick of incense has passed, and a large number of remnant souls have been absorbed, and the entrance that originally covered the sky and the sun and was ghostly appeared, and the long-lost sunshine and calm appeared, leaving only the bright light bridge, emitting a bright or dark light.

Wang Li smiled, stretched out his hand, the magic flag flew up, landed in his hand, waved his hand, ten thousand demons followed, there was a faint whistling sound, he could clearly feel that the ten thousand demons in the magic banner in the heavenly array, became complete, and the surging energy made people feel shocked.

"I don't know if this trip to the ancient sect is a blessing or a curse", Wang Lin's eyes flashed with coldness, "Song Ming, whether this is your blessed land or Wang's creation, we will wait and see......"

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeve robe, flew up, landed on the light bridge, and walked slowly towards the depths.

The king stood on the bridge of light, looking around, and as far as the eye could see, there was an endless depression, and there were dilapidated houses, dojos, and courtyards everywhere.

And in these places, scattered bones are scattered, but at the center of the eyebrows of this skeleton, there are finger-thick sword holes, and in this sword hole, there is still a shocking sword intent.

All the ancient monks were killed by a single blow, directly through the skull, and even their souls were strangled in an instant.

This sprinkling of corpses, counted, is tens of thousands, and the person who will destroy this sect is also a peerless sword cultivator.

Wang Li was shocked, but also had a trace of regret, if the monks here were still alive, they could also inhale all the magic flags, then the distance from 100,000 demon soldiers was just around the corner.

How amazing will the large array of 100,000 demon soldiers be? I'm afraid that just Ji Chuan, it is not a problem at all, and killing him is like picking up something.

Just as Wang Li was moving forward in thought, he suddenly saw the fisherman monk in front of him hesitating in front of a skeleton, his face was hot, but the caution in his eyes reminded him that this thing must not be moved easily.

Wang Li stopped and looked at the former thoughtfully, he knew that the fisherman was a famous sword cultivator, and his fishing rod was his sword, so his hesitation, Wang Li understood very well, the sword intent on the bones was the treasure of sword cultivation, how could he give up lightly when he met it today?

He bet that the fisherman monk would definitely take this skeleton, because they are monks, they have the same heart, wealth and danger, if they are afraid of death, what are they doing to cultivate immortals?

Sure enough, the fisherman monk did not hesitate for too long, he gritted his teeth, held the fishing rod, and stabbed violently, the sharp light emitted by the fishing rod was extremely surprising, and the person who could use the white bamboo as a sword was indeed extraordinary.

But just as the fishing rod was about to hook the bones, the sword intent that was originally hovering at the skull instantly shot out a huge sword qi and slashed towards the fisherman.

The fisherman was shocked, turned the fishing rod into a thorn, and also brought out a river of sword qi, colliding with the former, and for a while, the true qi overflowed, and the sword shot out, turning everything nearby into a sieve.

"Good swordsmanship", Wang Li couldn't help but praise in his heart.