Many people at the pinnacle of Hongzhen, with the help of the soul-satisfaction, were forcibly promoted on the spot and reached the god of wildness.
Feng Wuxie's eyes drenched-these people, although their strength has skyrocketed, they can only be fleeting.
From the beginning, the soul-satisfaction only regarded these people as consumables.
It won't take long for these holy gate spiritists to run out of life and die.
It's just that these poor chess pieces have not even noticed until now, and they are still grateful for the soul.
In a short period of time, these people are not only stronger, but even their resilience has been strengthened—
After being injured, the wound can heal quickly in one breath!
In an instant, the situation of Emperor Lingjiao took a turn for the worse!
"Great Elder, stand firm in the army." Feng Wuxie strategized, calmly and resolutely ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." Mo Jian immediately gathered his staff and retreated into the army.
"Little girl, you have been struggling for too long."
The soul-satisfying voice was magnetic and low, and he had already concealed Xiao Moyu's face. At this moment, what appeared before the people was his original face that was astonishing as a heavenly being.
There is no sadness or joy in his eyes.
If you just look at his appearance, you will only think that he is a handsome son with white eyes looking at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind, who would have thought--
How about such a soul who was born as a god, but with such distorted ideals
Within the eighty-one formations laid down by Feng Wuxie, the soul came, step by step, holding hands.
At each step, he released a powerful pressure that was enough to shatter the soul.
The sky and the earth, the mountains and the river, seemed to be pinched in his palm and stepped on his feet.
However, these coercion had already forced Feng Wuxie into a fishy throat, and his soul was severely damaged!
"I can feel it, you are sad."
The soul-satisfying voice is extremely beautiful, like a heaven, but it is deeply bewitching, like a curse:
"You have lost the love you love, your heart is sorrowful, and you blame yourself and regret, but you still have to hold on to the last trace of your faith, and you have been bruised and bruised, but only to protect those who are irrelevant."
Feng Wuxie's consciousness seemed to be drawn by some force, and he looked at the soul in confusion: "Lost... the love?"
No, not really.
Emperor Qianxie will be back.
He disappeared for a while before, but after all, he will come back.
The soul-satisfied figure is as illusory as illusion, completely free from the shackles of the eighty-one formations between the wrong eyes, approaching Feng Wuxie's front!
Feng Wuxie stepped back subconsciously, and the four sword spirits guarded Feng Wuxie's group.
The soul-satisfaction failed to achieve meritorious work, but it was not annoying, but he spoke lightly:
"You refused to give up, didn't you just take a fluke to Emperor Qianxie, thinking that he was not dead?"
The words and sentences of receiving the soul are accompanied by immense power, leading Feng Wuxie's soul:
"I will let you see his fate... In fact, he is under this rubble."
Suddenly, the earth and rocks in the ground were turned up, and before Feng Wuxie's eyes, a corpse appeared—
It was a face she never saw enough.
But at this time, his eyes were closed tightly, lifeless, his face was pale with a hint of cyan, and a black hole was penetrated in his chest, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.
He always likes to wear warm colors, but the old and unruly red clothes are already covered with dust and large patches of dried blood.
Even the Devil May Cry Sword has no spirit power flowing, lying quietly beside him, like a funeral...
"Emperor Qianxie..."
Feng Wuxie murmured his name.
He made no response.
The cold face is no longer the tenderness of the time.
However, Feng Wuxie did not stare at the corpse for too long. Instead, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if suppressing all the sadness in her heart. When she spoke again, she let out a sneer. :
"No matter how realistic the illusion is, there will always be flaws. Just like your dream market, no matter how perfect it is, it is also fake!"
Feng Wuxie said, the spirit power on his body suddenly exploded!
A fire phoenix soared into the sky from behind her, burning a large expanse of spiritual fire!
When the flame passes, all phantoms are burned!
It turned out that Nahun had just broken through eighty-one formations until this time—
Just now, he deliberately created a very realistic battle scene, intending to unknowingly introduce Feng Wuxie into a small secret realm, and this secret realm, in fact... is one of the entrances to the Dream Market Realm!
If Feng Wuxie rushed forward as soon as he saw Di Qianxie's "corpse", then her soul would be sucked into the Dream Market Realm!
At that time, her spirit power will expire, and she will once again become a wandering spirit without the power to bind a chicken, letting it be slaughtered!
Na Hun was seen through the intention, but was not annoyed, but asked curiously:
"Interesting, how do you see the flaw?"
Feng Wuxie snorted, "What can I do with you?"
Nahun said coldly: "Since you don't enter the Dream Market Realm, then I will let the undead in the Dream Market Realm come out to accompany you."
After all, his palm pushed forward to the void—
A blood-red figure emerged out of thin air!
"Remember them? A few days ago, they joined hands with Jixue and sacrificed their own power in order to wish you escape—"
Feng Wuxie was shocked!
Yes…
Those souls who are like moths to the fire, while encouraging her, while fighting for her until they are gone...
They were as vast and pure as the sea, but at this moment, they were made into... evil spirits!
In the past, they would rather give up their soul and protect her safety. Today, they are still surging out like a sea tide, but... they want to fight with her!
"Satisfying your soul—it's extremely hateful!" Feng Wuxie gritted his teeth, heartache!
Naughty soul laughed, the emotionless Cthulhu, for the first time showed a mocking expression:
"That Xue Longlin is also among these evil spirits, can you... still recognize him?"
Feng Wuxie bit her lower lip with bitter hatred!
Xiaobai, who was fighting in the air, also heard the words of the soul.
Its huge dragon body rushed straight into the ocean-like red evil spirit:
"Brother Jixue... Brother Jixue? Master, is Brother Jixue here?"
Feng Wuxie didn't know how to answer.
At this moment, another snow dragon entwined with blue soul mist suddenly appeared in the sky!
"His Royal Highness is certainly not there!"
Everyone looked at the source of the sound together—
In an instant, Xue Long had become that young man wearing silver armor and holding an ice sword!
"Jixue?!"
"Brother Jixue!"
Feng Wuxie and Xiao Bai cried out in surprise at the same time.
Even the Crow Killer, who was smashing against the holy door evil army in a battle with the wild gods, also cast his eyes.
The figure of the armored boy appeared from the sky, he smiled, heroic, like a spring breeze:
"Xiao Wu Xie, I haven't seen you in a few days, do you miss my Highness?"
Xiaobai's eyes were wet with excitement, and he squirted a big mouthful of salt soda at the enemy, and the dragon swung its tail and flew towards Jixue:
"Brother Jixue, you are so partial, I am the one who missed you the most, but you only greet your master!"
I said this one in a hurry, and then he immediately fought nervously.
Kill it.
Jixue couldn't help but said, and immediately joined the battle on Feng Wuxie's side, and said to Xiaobai in a petting manner:
"I haven't seen you for many years, Xiao Bai, let my Highness see if you have grown!"
"it is good!"
With Jixue's words, Xiaobai played harder!
Feng Wuxie was moved, but also full of doubts, but knew that this is not a good time to ask questions, so he briefly said: "Jixue, these evil spirits..."
Jixue hurry to explain:
"I will talk about it later, Innocent, the Lord of the Dream Market Realm is lying to you. These evil spirits are cultivated by him in the morning, not the souls under my command. He just wants to manipulate your consciousness and disturb you. Divine Soul!"
"That's it!"
Feng Wuxie said coldly.
Having escaped the test of Emperor Qianxie, I didn't expect that Nahun would still have something to do!
It seems that over the past ten thousand years, his grasp and peek into people's hearts has long been beyond ordinary imagination!
"Huh, Jixue, you have absorbed the power of one hundred thousand souls to get out of the Dream Market Realm, can you feel at ease?" Nahun asked coldly.
And his evil spirits screamed frantically and rushed directly towards the defense line of the Emperor Spirit Sect army!
The originally neat and orderly front line was twisted under pressure several times higher than before!
After Nahun took this shot, Emperor Lingjiao's military strength immediately fell into an absolute disadvantage.
Even if their morale is undiminished and their fighting spirit is unyielding, they can't stop the defeat!
Just when Feng Wuxie was anxious.
Above the sky, a great sword aura suddenly descended!
While the Sacred Gate’s offensive slowed down, a sound of righteousness resounded across the battlefield—
"Innocent girl, in such a big battle, can the old man take the disciples and join in the fun?"
This voice...
Feng Wuxie was extremely surprised.
A figure Yujian came to her.
It was actually Palace Master of Haotian Academy—Feng Ling!
"Palace Master Fengling, you..."
Before Feng Wuxie could say anything, several figures exuding powerful pressure descended in the sky!
Appearing together with those figures are the various parties, an astonishing army of soulmen!
"Tan Yunchu of the Taihuang Ancient Academy, lead his disciples to come to support Lord Feng!"
"Yuyu Nihuangge Yu Qingcheng, lead his disciples, come to support Lord Feng!"
"The Federation of Pharmacists, Seventh Elder, led his 50,000 pharmacist disciples to come to support Lord Feng!"
"Changshengmen, lead three thousand disciples, come to support Lord Feng!"
"Ten thousand Xuanzong, lead a thousand disciples to come to support Lord Feng!"
"An Lingxi came to support."
"Sister-in-law Wuxie! I'm here too!"
…
Sound after sound.
Team after team.
Familiar, unfamiliar, from all over the world, teams from all directions have appeared on the battlefield out of thin air one after another, forming an indestructible back-up shield.
Feng Wuxie was a little speechless for a while.
Although it was she who asked Cang Li to summon the sect forces in the world, she did not expect that there would be so many sects in the world, and they would try their best to come and reinforce them!
I don't know what method Master Cangli used to get these help while rushing over in time!
And at this moment, a purple figure also appeared—
"Disciple, how is the battle going?"
Feng Wuxie looked at Xiao Zi in surprise: "Master, why are you here, your body..."
Xiao Zi interrupted her and smiled softly:
"The deity heard that the disciple was fighting, and it was a little strenuous, so he brought the poisonous people and came to cheer the disciple. Isn't it welcome?"
(End of this chapter)