The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 764 Demon Venerable
Jun Moyuan felt the familiar atmosphere above, his eyes lit up, and then he was mixed with some worries. He must be very anxious for the little girl who has been in a coma for such a long time, but his brows tightened, and he looked at the girl opposite him. Standing Demon Lord, a hint of impatience flickered in the dark eyes.

This is the center of his soul source, and there is a small space blocked by the Demon Lord with the power of the soul source. The two have the same source, so the power of the soul source can be mobilized by each other.

He couldn't crack the soul source barrier he created at all, who made them belong to the same source.

And the reason why he wants to create a soul source space is nothing more than wanting to fight him to the death here and devour his soul source directly, but this person disappeared for a while before, and he was sealed here , It is impossible to perceive what happened to the outside world at all.

Mozun naturally also felt the familiar aura above, he moved his fingers, and bloody silk threads snaked out from his fingertips, winding towards the white light.

Seeing that the bloody thread was about to wrap around the white light, Jun Moyuan raised his long sword and swung it, cutting off the bloody thread neatly.

The white light was not blocked, and one after another was separated in the air, and the thinner silk threads were densely packed, covering the space in front of me in the blink of an eye.

The white light is dazzling, like the bright warm sun in winter, the warm sun directly melts the ice and snow.

The power of the source quickly dissipated, and the space in front of him was directly shattered.

At the same time, Mozun only felt a sense of restraint in his body, and then he was dragged into the center of the soul source again. His face was heavy, and he looked straight at the white silk thread in the air. At this moment, the eyes rolled into a thick bloody mist.

Jun Moyuan's eyeballs moved, feeling that his eyelids were a little heavy, and his body was a little weak, as if being hugged by someone, and slowly opened his eyes, his headache seemed to be about to explode.

He raised his eyes and met Leng Wuyou's tight jaw, "Qibao." He called softly, his voice was indescribably weak, and there was a hint of hoarseness.

Leng Wuyou felt that the person in her arms woke up, but she didn't pay much attention to him, she just held him tightly in her arms, swung the long sword in her hand, and directly threw a man in black robes away , her face was cold, with a murderous aura lingering around her body.

Standing behind her was the awakened Chu Yi and his party. All of them looked tense at the moment, watching vigilantly the black-robed people who were constantly attacking them.

Xuexue just watched from the sidelines, his gaze resting on the blood-red pattern on the ground from time to time.

That pattern is the banning formation in his mouth.

The black light in his eyes rotated to form a vortex, and in the vortex, it seemed that another pair of eyes had been born. Through those eyes, he looked straight at the blood-red forbidden formation.

The blood-colored lines are like little blood-red snakes, swimming and shuttling, connecting together from time to time, but being disconnected by an inexplicable force.

The black air in the eyes deepened, and in the black vortex, those illusory eyes also became solid.

Those newly born eyes stared straight at the ground.

Through the blood-red sealing formation on the ground, one can see directly below the sealing formation.

There, there was a narrow space, which was pitch black, without a ray of light, but could be seen faintly, and there was a silhouette struggling in it, and screaming silently and painfully from time to time.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the originally pitch-black space, and the phantom eyes that were bloodied on the ground suddenly lit up. The next second, he closed them tightly, and then slowly opened them again.

(End of this chapter)