As if the sound of a piece of cloth being torn sounded more frequently, Zhang Mo's soul was stripped layer by layer, which was a real thousand cuts, because Zhang Mo guarded to the death, and his soul could only be stripped of a thin layer every time, Zhang Mo insisted on it for a longer time, but the pain he suffered undoubtedly became stronger and longer.

It seems to be the sound of small wooden sticks being broken, it sounds extremely simple, but every sound means that Zhang Mo's soul is torn apart, and the pain and suffering in it make even the white jade turtle feel a little unbearable, let alone Zhang Mo himself!

The sound of bubbles bursting kept ringing, every sound meant that Zhang Mo's soul was completely wiped out, although because of the Great Dao imprint in the soul, the white jade turtle could not devour Zhang Mo's soul, but after being torn apart by various whirlpools, Zhang Mo's soul was torn apart after all, and melted into nothingness between heaven and earth.

"I didn't want to be like this, it was you who chose the path of perdition, you don't blame me!"

Every time the white jade turtle destroys Zhang Mo's soul a little, his own soul will be damaged by the aura of the Great Dao once, although the damage is very subtle, but the injury of the Great Dao is especially simple, the white jade turtle will inevitably pay the price for this in the future, this price is so big that he feels heartache when he thinks about it: it is better to lose some souls and flee directly, it is easier to come.

"You have said too much, and the outcome has not yet been decided, so why do you speak to me in such a victorious tone?

What shocked Bai Yugui was that even though Zhang Mo was suffering such intense pain, his spirit did not fluctuate in the slightest between his words, as if the pain of stripping away his soul did not happen to him! At this moment, Bai Yugui suddenly realized that a person like Zhang Mo would not succumb to any situation, and he would never turn back on what he believed, today, if he can't achieve victory, then waiting for his fate will be very miserable: even if he is lucky enough to survive, it will be a catastrophe that will never be recovered, and he will never be able to turn over.

Fortunately, he had already locked the victory, thinking of this, the white jade turtle let out a long breath, suppressed the strangeness that Zhang Mo brought him, and replied disdainfully: "You are still hard-mouthed, how much do you know about the soul? The ancestral demon inheritance I accept has always been based on soul cultivation, and soul cultivation is the most important and complete, once there is a defect, it will take thousands of times more effort to make up for it. Your soul has been damaged more than half, and now you haven't become an idiot, which has surprised me very much, but you still want to have any ideas, that's unrealistic, I advise you, now let go of the blockade on my soul, I can still let you survive, otherwise, when your soul is more damaged, even if you want to regret it, you won't have that capital!"

Although Zhang Mo acted as if nothing happened, the pain he suffered was not reduced by half a point because of his indifference, and his unfazed attitude could not change the facts, that is, his soul had been damaged by more than half, and his spirit was already on the verge of collapse, and he could collapse at any time.

However, he has no regrets, he cherishes life, but he will never steal life because of fear of death!

Zhang Mo didn't know what he was insisting on, the imprint left by the Great Dao in his divine consciousness had gradually faded with the shattering of his soul, but it was not broken, this was the trace becoming lighter.

Zhang Mo didn't pay attention to this kind of change, anyway, it was thick or light for him, the mysteries of the Great Dao were so ethereal and difficult to find, even the [Hell Suppression Divine Text] couldn't explain his mysteries, let alone his own soul that was already mutilated?!

Zhang Mo's insistence is because he doesn't give up, so naturally he won't be waiting for death, in fact, although he didn't put his hope on the Great Dao Imprint, he has been trying to understand the [Hell Suppression Divine Text], this is the only means that can be used by himself in the soul state at this stage, and the other cultivation is fundamentally in this duel, without the slightest achievement.

As the crisis deepened, he felt that the connection between himself and the [Hell Suppression Divine Text] became closer and closer, and there was a feeling of being one with him, although he still did not touch the further mystery of the Divine Text, but the Divine Text obviously accepted himself more deeply and became closer to himself.

I don't know when, Zhang Mo's severely damaged soul is no longer enough to support his spirit to remain clear, for everything that happens in the outside world, he has completely lost his perception, just ignorant to guard his soul, wholeheartedly comprehend the mysteries of the gods, as if nothing happened.

No matter how the white jade turtle tempted, Zhang Mo was unmoved, in desperation, he could only consume Zhang Mo's soul little by little, and he was constantly bearing the impact of the Great Dao brand, for Zhang Mo's determination, he couldn't say how much admiration he could have, thinking that if the two sides were exchanged, he wouldn't even be able to do half of the other party, so he would have to run or surrender.

In his opinion, this is just a water mill, as long as you do it little by little, the other party's soul will be wiped out, although he has paid a heavy price, but after all, he has exchanged his freedom, as long as he finds a place to concentrate on cultivation, there is the inheritance and memory of the ancestral demon, and his future cultivation will be a smooth road.

Just when he was confidently imagining a better life in the future, Zhang Mo's soul had been consumed by him to the last trace of his soul, which was extremely fragile, and it seemed that as long as his soul vortex moved slightly, he could be completely wiped out.

However, at the moment when he was about to make a move, suddenly, an unprecedented sense of crisis filled his soul, a feeling of facing a catastrophe, which shrouded his soul without warning, and he felt that as long as he dared to make a slight move, he would be greeted by the wrath of thunder, and under this thunderous rage, he would not have any power to resist, but would only be bombarded into a ball of powder.

As soon as this feeling appeared, the white jade turtle was frightened, and the soul honestly stayed in place and did not dare to move, the large or small whirlpool, as if it had been immobilized, was firmly nailed to the spot, and the whole picture was all still.

And at the same time as the white jade turtle reacted, outside of Zhang Mo's soul, an article was impressively formed, this article was profound, simple, without any momentum, let alone any fluctuations, but after the white jade turtle's soul felt the breath of this article, it couldn't stop trembling, and couldn't stop wailing in his heart: "How could it be? How could it be this kind of thing?! In this article, how could there be the supreme chaotic aura of the ancestral demon inheritance?! What is this thing? What is the content of the record?!"

Although he couldn't stop wailing in his heart, his soul didn't dare to fluctuate at all, so he honestly stopped in place, quietly watching Zhang Mo's soul undergo earth-shaking changes!