"Hehe, Soul Death, it seems that you are indeed a little too confident......"

"Hmph" In the midst of the black mist, a cold snort suddenly came out, "The deity still doesn't believe it, with your strength, and this weird blue light, can you really restrain me?"

In a trance, the steaming black mist seemed to be igniting a raging illusory fire, and the entire space seemed to be blazing, where the two were entangled, the soul power was strangely distorted, and there was no previous situation, but in terms of coercion, it was more than twice as strong. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hahaha, Lao Tzu burns his soul power, and I'm afraid that I can't make it like you?"

As soon as he spoke, the powerful black soul qi suddenly invaded away, and the majestic power was released, which caught the blue silver light off guard, and the faint green light began to slowly become dim after this battle.

Yang Xuan's increasingly illusory figure frowned slightly at this moment, feeling the fierce attack of the Soul Thousand Deaths, and seemed to be a little lonely, "Could it be that I, Yang Xuan, is really going to fall here today?"

"Junior, obediently dedicate your body to the deity, the deity will treat it well, in the future, this mystery, your name, the name of the deity, will go down in history, and be worshiped by hundreds of millions of living beings......"

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, at this moment Qingmang was so dim that he could barely see his movements, "You dream, even if I fight to the death, I will never let you steal my body to do evil."

Roaring angrily, Yang Xuan decided to fight, this soul thousand deaths are not good people, if he really succeeds in taking away, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The only remaining perception was difficult to poke out of the battle circle, and his heart was ruthless, and in an instant, three feet behind him, the void seemed to have faintly changed its form, and if he looked closely, it was a pair of vague and inexplicable eyes, deep and mysterious.

Yang Xuan's soul body was even darker, in the intersection of black and silver, the silver light only had a little flicker the size of a fingernail, still tenacious to maintain its figure, and the blue light was even more shallow to the extreme, as if it would be instantly shattered in the next moment.

"I, I...... Found ......"

The soul who was laughing wildly to himself was stunned when he heard this, and his energy was too concentrated, as if he had ignored the strange pair of eyes that appeared strangely at hand.

"You, your flaws...... Hehe, don't try to occupy my ...... Body"

Yang Xuan forced himself to say this, so illusory that he was almost invisible, his face suddenly became cold, and he roared angrily, in the dark space, outside the battle situation, a touch of bright silver suddenly appeared, just like the bright full moon in the middle of the night, the light and shadow were leisurely.

"This—This is ......"

"Soul Inkstone, help me"

As soon as the words fell, the solid soul forbidden seemed to be broken by that strange and mysterious energy, and the gap appeared, and in an instant, the silver light was like a surging river, surging all over it, rendering this dark space with silver glow.

"Impossible, how can you break this soul barrier......? Impossible!"

"Haoran Xuanjing, the practice of Bai Cangke's predecessors ......" Yang Xuan had this powerful soul power, the illusory soul body gradually condensed, slowly spoke, and said to the soul Qianxian who was stunned and couldn't even believe it.

"It tells about the fourfold realm, look at your appearance, but you don't understand it."

"If it weren't for your eagerness, burning your soul power, and weakening this soul barrier, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to use this Eye of Seeking, and I wouldn't have used the Haoran Xuanjing to communicate with the Soul Inkstone and break your secret technique."

The soul thousand died and stopped talking, and the black mist was transformed, condensing a slightly illusory figure, with a hideous expression, thinking that he was indeed the end of the strong crossbow, and the burning soul power that had just taken a few breaths was even worse.

has been suppressed by the living spirit inkstone for thousands of years, Rao is his cultivation to reach the peak, and he is already weak at this moment, and he can't say that the soul evil streams derived from this ghost palace are all thanks to him.

"Impossible, this is impossible! The deity is the supreme power of the divine realm, how can it be defeated by you?

The soul is like a madness, he doesn't believe it, even though it is not the peak at the moment, but the background is still there, the realm is still there, but it ended all this in such a state.

"You didn't lose to me, but you lost to Bai Cangke's predecessors, and you lost to Haoran Xuanjing, the Yan of Living Souls......"

Yang Xuan said so, reined in the light smile, and turned full of indifference, the silver light around his body suddenly turned into substance, filling the original illusory soul body more and more solidly, and in every gesture, there was an inexplicable mysterious aura flowing.

Three feet above his head, there was a brilliant silver rod, which was the grinding ink dendrobium that he had seen in the ghost palace before, and it was now emitting a majestic brilliance, nourishing Yang Xuan's wounded soul.

"Defeated by whom?

Saying these words, the soul was about to split, gritted his teeth, and the monstrous hatred swept in, permeating this space, and the field was silent for a long time, without the slightest sound.

After a while, the soul sighed faintly, the resentment on his face disappeared, and the wry smile continued, "I didn't expect that thousands of years would still be like this...... You old brute, you won't be at peace when you die."

Yang Xuan couldn't bear to disturb, but it was visible to the naked eye, the soul body of the soul thousand was becoming more and more illusory, as if it had exhausted the last trace of strength, and the soul thousand thousand died didn't say much, just stared at him deadly, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

The faint soul qi steamed up, absorbed and assimilated by the silver mangs in the sky, looking at its body that disappeared inch by inch, Yang Xuan sighed, after all, it was in this sigh that the soul completely dissipated......

......Like a mirror shattering, the surrounding dark illusory walls shattered instantly, revealing a dark and strange deep space behind it, although still dark.

"This is indeed my sea of knowledge," Yang Xuan looked around, looking at the depth around him and the silver waves flowing like the sea under his feet, feeling the aura of the abyss-like majesty and strength, and was slightly stunned.

At this time, the silver rod floating in mid-air suddenly trembled, and the silver waves below instantly churned up to a monstrous wave, restless.

Without waiting for Yang Xuan to be surprised, the short stick suddenly sprinkled down the Dao Silver Radiance, forming a huge net, enveloping it all, and the soul body instantly lost its perception and fell into a state of confusion.

From the outside world, the short rod emitted a faint light, enveloping Yang Xuan, and slowly sank into the huge waves below.

When the silver light cocoon was hidden in it, the vast coercion immediately stopped, which was extremely weird.

When the ghost palace dissipated, the huge dark building disappeared in an instant, and the rich inky black radiation, swallowing everything on this floating island, above the void, suddenly condensed into an inkstone, flowing with viscous dark liquid, body, slowly shrinking from the radius of a hundred zhang, and finally hidden in the mind of the figure sitting in it.

In the silver-filled space, an inkstone suddenly appeared below, holding a light cocoon, slowly silent without the slightest sound.

......

Under the floating island, a group of eight people stood silently in the small city over there, looking at the palm-sized darkness left in the sky above, and their hearts were uneasy.

The fat man and the others all flew up to see it, but they could only see the faint silver glow in the darkness of the four directions, and nothing else.

"It's been three days, he ...... Are you still alive?"

Yuemei looked at Youruo with a dull face, sighed softly, and was just about to say something to persuade her.

"Why is the darkness in the sky still there, and if the ghost palace really disappears, it should be gone along with that one?"

"Who knows, this kind of strange and strange thing, if you and I can't guess, it may be ......" Yuemei was silent, and she couldn't think of the slightest possibility.

Judging from the collapse of the ghost palace and the dissipation of the floating island three days ago, with that kid's cultivation, it is really difficult to survive from it, but at this moment, the remaining vision in the sky is impossible to explain.

Since the Wangtian Palace came out, she only learned that there seems to be a treasure in this ghost palace, but it is also full of dangers, as for its origin, not to mention her, it seems that even the palace master is not very clear, naturally, the various weirdness that is now reflected is not clear.

"What if he really survives?"

Yuemei was taken aback by her own thoughts, is it really possible? Not necessarily, who would have thought that the young man who was just an ordinary son of a remote dynasty would actually be able to get to this point.

Perhaps, it was the miracle he created repeatedly, which suddenly gave her confidence.

For another three days, except for the two disciples of Wangtian Palace, who were sent back to the palace by Yuemei, the rest of the people were all waiting here, and there was no idea of leaving, and there was still only this group of people in the entire small city, ordinary people, from the previous Yuemei's advice, but no one dared to return here, so although the time was long, it was not noisy.

Fang Fei'er's abrupt expression was a little stiff, she quietly glanced at everyone, shook her head helplessly, and took out an emerald jade slip from the Sumeru ring in her hand, as if she had sent some information in.

After a while, Yu Jian shone slightly, Fang Fei'er hesitated, for a long time, but she still sighed faintly, and slowly spoke, "Aunt Mei, everyone, there is something in the Fei'er clan, I'm afraid I can't wait here......"

"It's okay" Youruo said softly, his face was still solemn, and his eyes were staring at the darkness above the sky with anticipation, and he never looked away.

"I'll wait here ......"

Fang Fei'er seemed to be a little entangled, her heart was slightly pantothenic, but she was a little helpless, and her expression was a little lonely.

"Okay...... Phil, farewell"

"Go well, don't send it" The fat man and the others hugged their fists, how could he not see the change in Fang Fei'er's expression, it was strange to think about it, there were two girls with two identity backgrounds, and all the talents in appearance were unmatched......

"Yang Xuan, you must come out alive......"

The fat man muttered in his heart, and a pair of fat hands turned behind his back, clutching them tightly, as if he was working hard for him again.

"Secluded ......"

"Huh?"

"The Miyauchi Daotai is imminent, we should go back......"

On her pretty face, a touch of stubbornness flashed, "Aunt Mei, I want to ...... Wait a minute......"

"Wait?" Yuemei sighed in her heart, "That's it......"

In a secluded town, there were three figures standing in the center, all of them staring at the thick darkness above the air, and they never moved.