The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 427 Soul Returns to Ancient Times ([-])

A very familiar light.

Leng Wuyou turned the direction, subconsciously wanting to float over there.

But she forgot that her body was out of control at all.

Although she was anxious in her heart, she really wanted to go there, because there seemed to be a voice calling her.

But she couldn't take the initiative of her body.

It's as if everything here doesn't belong to her, and she is just a passerby, just here to watch something that others have experienced.

What others have experienced?

This thought made Leng Wuyou's mind suddenly flash bright, as if something flashed by, but she didn't have time to catch it.

But she did have a calculation in her heart.

It seems that the reason why she felt this place was both familiar and strange before was probably because she was in someone else's body.

The body was floating aimlessly in this gloomy space. At that time, the stumped limbs and hot blood splashed from time to time made her feel a sense of sadness for no reason.

She saw here that there were beasts, demons, gods, spirits, and humans... all kinds of ethnic groups, all standing on the front line, just to kill those creatures with the same body as hers.

It's just that these creatures seem to be inexhaustible, killing one batch, and another batch.

The number of them decreased, but those creatures seemed to be increasing.

"No way, Patriarch, this is not the answer. When our physical and spiritual strength are exhausted, those evil spirits will come and go. If this continues, we will not be able to withstand it sooner or later."

Someone's roar reached Leng Wuyou's ears.

The owner of the body seemed to be attracted by the sound, he turned his head to look over, and mocked with disdain in his heart.

"With your strength, it is simply wishful thinking to stop our attack. We have the support of the holy master behind us."

Hearing this man's inner muttering, Leng Wuyou frowned, feeling inexplicably disgusted with this Holy Spirit lord.

It felt as if the holy god had done something to her that disgusted her.

She stood floating in the air, and suddenly an attack landed on her body.

The dazzling white bloomed on her body, and he felt that his body seemed to be melting, and a sharp pain came to his mind instantly.

A sharp roar came from his mouth, forming a wave of sound that radiated in all directions.

Maybe it was because the appearance of this white light caused his serious injury, so Leng Wuyou can temporarily control this body a little bit.

Taking advantage of her being able to control this body, she hurriedly floated towards the familiar light source.

"Gui Lun, what are you doing?" Jing He inadvertently turned around and saw Gui Lun, and he floated directly towards the range of his attack, and was stunned for a while. Didn't this guy say that he would not be cannon fodder to die? ?Why are you automatically going to die now?
Is your brain broken?

"Lord Lingzun, there is an evil spirit coming towards us, hey, why is it just a low-level evil spirit?" There was a man in a white robe with a pair of blue wings on his back, and an ice sword in his hand. The young man had just dismissed an evil spirit in front of him, when he suddenly saw a low-level evil spirit rushing towards them in such a naive manner.

A handsome man in a holy golden complicated and mysterious robe looked over, and he frowned at just one glance. There was something wrong with this evil spirit.

Moreover, there are hidden lights of the sacred tree around them. As long as there are spirits approaching, they will melt them into the air immediately. It is obvious that there is only one trace of being attacked on the body of the evil spirit. In this case...

The eyes seemed to meet a pair of clear and indifferent eyes through the hazy mist.

Leng Wuyou paused, this person could see her.

Lingzun's face immediately changed when he met Shang Leng Wuyou's eyes, and his blood was about to move in his body.

(End of this chapter)