Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 297 The Great War Breaks Out Soul Cultivation
Xie Tian didn't know whether he was alive or dead, because in the past four months, he hadn't been tired, hungry, breathing, or in pain...he had been walking in a daze.

Walking on a piece of land paved with bones.

Above the head is a black and red sky.

Surrounded by hundreds of millions of fierce souls.

The black-red sky exhales a chilly aura that can freeze people instantly.

Hundreds of millions of fierce souls, carrying countless evil spirits, attack Xie Tian's body at all times.

And the white bones under his feet were slowly but endlessly gnawing at his feet.

But Xie Tian's whole body was covered by a layer of transparent light shield, no matter whether it was breath, evil spirits or bones, it couldn't hurt him at all.

It was also this mask that protected Xie Tian for the entire April.

But four months ago, the mask was not transparent, but dark black.

So at this moment, the sub-soul in the thousand-foot-long void and the main soul thousands of miles away laughed at the same time.

"Jie Jie..."

Wu Shang frowned, looked around, and asked, "What is he laughing at?"

"Do you still need to ask? I'm laughing at you as an idiot."

The old man knew very well how much Wu Shang suffered from the black soul, and this matter had even become an obsession in Wu Shang's heart, otherwise, he would not have spent a billion military merits this time to ask him to act.

In the millennium battle with Dad, Wu Shang's only way to fight back is to open those eyes that can burst the void, Dad is most afraid of this.

But as long as the old man mentions his thoughts, his stupidity, he won't talk back, let alone fight back--
On the contrary, he would nod his head in agreement at this moment, and said confidently: "Why else would I spend so much military power to bring you here."

I've never seen you so depraved!The old man had no choice but to cast his eyes casually, then shook his head and said, "Let's go deeper, this is the outskirts of Shangzhou, black souls will not come here."

"Okay!" Wu Shang nodded, "We will enter the extreme north this time, I know that is the lair of the black soul."

The old man stretched out his thumb and praised: "Smart!"

Wu Shang smiled embarrassingly, but his father said again: "Everyone knows something, is it interesting for you to say it?"

In this extremely familiar bickering, the two marched towards the extreme north of the Kyushu Great World. Along the way, the two encountered many soul cultivators.

These soul cultivators are different from Yinhun generals and Yinhun alchemists, they are real soul cultivators, and they are also the masters of Shangzhou.

This kind of soul cultivation is divided into three categories, with almost the same body shape. They are all humanoid ghosts. From low to high, they are gray soul, purple soul and white soul. In the Soul Transformation Realm Daoist, the White Soul is equivalent to the Lu Xian in the Composite Realm.

And the black soul that often appears in the two populations is the Governor of Shangzhou, who has been cultivated in the middle stage of the Fusion Realm.

Neither the gray soul nor the purple soul can stop the two of them for a moment, and Wu Shang can solve these things in the blink of an eye.

As for Bai Hun, even if he was equivalent to Lu Xian, he would scream and run away as soon as he felt the aura of Wu Shang.

After five days passed, the two gradually approached the core area of ​​Shangzhou, which is also the extreme north of Kyushu.

But at this moment, the stalemate in the battle in the Tiantuo Strait finally showed a tendency to loosen.

Shenchao deserves to be the overlord of Kyushu who can unify Zhongzhou. After investing in the army of twelve cities a month ago, it once again invested in the army of twenty cities to participate in the battle of Tiantuo Strait.

Immediately, the first sea ladder was almost filled with the soldiers of the Shen Dynasty, and in the next five days, the Yong Ye on the second sea ladder was dispersed by forcefully relying on the tactics of crowds.

When the four of Xu Mang stood on the island at No. 260, they burst into tears.

They have searched dozens of times within a radius of [-] li, but they have not found any clues related to Xie Tian.

"Renovate for two hours, rush towards the B-shaped sea steps!"

After leaving a word, the four of them sat cross-legged and recovered, without noticing the awe-inspiring gazes of nearly a thousand people behind them.

Eight Battalions and Four Tigers captured hundreds of millions of military achievements in just over four months, and their cultivation base skyrocketed. In the midst of frantic killings, they broke through the method of transforming evil to the second level in an extremely rare way!

This kind of progress is rare in the 3000-year history of death camps!

And the various performances of the four in the battle are also excellent, and they are fully qualified to be promoted to the Seventh Battalion, but they have thrown them into the sea for several consecutive promotion orders.

Nearly a thousand people knew very well that the four of them didn't care about this thing at all, they only cared about Xie Tian who died on the island of No. 260, and the motivation for the four of them to make rapid progress also came from this.

Two hours later, the most eye-catching army in the battle entered the B-shaped step of the second sea ladder.

Three hours later, the army of the Tiantuo Second Battalion came here following the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion.

"This is the island No. 260, Jiazi."

The sergeant leading the team was Wang Hai's subordinates. At this moment, several people jokingly looked at the 60 reserve sergeants of Tiantuo B Battalion.

60 people with sad faces.

This sadness is not only because of seeing the place where the boss of Xie Tian died, but also because of the 20 comrades who died in battle in April.

Among the 36 B battalions of the death camp, the Tiantuo B battalion had the highest casualties.

Because the soldiers of the Ninth Battalion who led them were Wang Hai's subordinates.

The person who often stood by Xueyan's side had changed from Du Hai to a pony. Du Hai had already died in battle, and his bones were gone.

"I heard that the boss you are always talking about died here?" The sergeant of the Ninth Battalion looked at Xueyan playfully, and said with a smile, "Would you like to put incense candles and candles to pay homage? Don't worry, we won't punish you for it. After all, death is the most important thing, it's just a pity..."

"What a pity?" Xiao Ma asked coldly.

Several people laughed loudly: "It's a pity that your boss can't even find a bone!"

Xiao Ma was furious, and resentfully said: "Even if all of you Jiuying are dead, Xie Tian will not die!"

"Kids!" A few people smiled sinisterly, nodded and said, "Since you are so capable, then the [-]-mile defense zone will be handed over to you, and we just need to take a break, haha!"

Hearing this, Xueyan gritted her teeth and shouted: "If you dare to leave your post without authorization, I will definitely..."

"Yo yo yo, the little girl is going to sue again?" Several people laughed instead of anger, "Just sue, if you can sue us, we will sleep with you every night, hahahaha..."

The faces of 60 people were all dark. The boss of these people was Wang Hai, and Wang Hai was one of the most dazzling existences in this war. No one would offend this promising man who was about to enter the Eighth Battalion because of them. Death Battalion Sergeant.

Without the leadership of the monks in the True Yuan Realm, the situation of 60 people suddenly became dangerous. Once encountering the Shaman, no one can escape except Xueyan and a very small number of people.

"Let's go! Even if you die, don't embarrass the boss!"

60 people half-kneeled to pay homage to Xie Tian, ​​and embarked on the known journey again.

The so-called known, only to die in battle.

Not long after they left, a dark smile that could freeze the world sounded again in the extreme north of Kyushu. This cold smile seemed to be able to travel through time and space. Almost at the same time, it sounded under the island of No. 260 Jiazi.

bah...

The transparent mask on Xie Tian's body shattered with a light sound and turned into nothingness.

Immediately, the cold breath, evil spirit, and numerous bones turned into three bloody mouths that devoured the sky and rushed towards Xietian.

At the same time, the bewildered Xie Tian regained his sanity and saw himself being divided and swallowed by three bloody mouths.

In the thousand zhang hollow, the hundreds of millions of souls are not there, and the souls are not there, only Xietian is left.

There are hundreds of millions of fierce souls in Xie Tian's body, and there are even more souls in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In just a split second, Xie Tian understood what happened, and even more understood that the reason why he was able to recover his sanity was because of that black soul, who wanted him to die with endless fear.

It seems to be a kind of revenge.

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