God Ring Howl

A ray of soul that Zhao Xiang separated flew out from his fingertips and immediately entered Luo Jie's body.

This soul actually condensed into another miniature version of Zhao Xiang, with the same eyebrows, nose and eyes as Zhao Xiang.

This miniature miniature version of the soul body, Zhao Xiang, has all the supernatural powers of Zhao Xiang's real body, and can also exert one-tenth of the effects.

As soon as Zhao Xiang entered Luo Jie's soul, he saw the supreme soul of the undead clan roaring at this villain.

The souls of this undead clan also condensed into the appearance of the undead clan, with noses and eyes different from it. [

The miniature Zhao Xiang sneered, flipped his hands like flying, and the soul-searching charms flew out one after another.

A kind of savage aura rushed to the souls of the undead clan, shooting out overwhelmingly.

The souls of the undead clan immediately turned around and fled, but unfortunately, each soul-searching talisman exuded abnormal confinement and absorption power, which immediately stopped the escape of the undead souls.

The undead clan who occupied and fused most of Luo Jie's soul couldn't help shaking.

He planned to break it up and distribute it in Luo Jie's physical body immediately, so as to escape being detained.

But the soul-searching talismans were exhausted and flew in continuously.

After two breaths of time, the five-color soul-searching talisman condensed into a translucent five-color mask around it.

At the moment when the five-color mask was successfully condensed, Zhao Xiang's palms faced each other and then moved forward one by one.

As a result, the undead humanoid soul body imprisoned in the translucent colorful mask was suddenly absorbed by Zhao Xiang's palm.

The soul body of the humanoid undead clan inside the light mask kept roaring: "Zhao Xiang, you will die badly! Hmph, your Zhao clan will not end well! Do you think you can succeed? You are so cruel to our undead clan! How much can you understand? Do you know how many gods, saints, and even supreme beings in the Extreme God Realm have been captured, swallowed, and fused by our undead race? If you are sensible, you little bastard will let me go. Maybe I, Ximen Xue Maybe I will reward you with a whole corpse, otherwise, Ximen Du, the master of my undead clan, will copy the remnants of your Zhao clan!"

The miniature Zhao Xiang's soul body gave a chuckle, and then the icy words exploded on the human-shaped soul body inside the colorful mask: "Hmph, enough majesty! Enough ability! You know that I am using the soul-searching and shaping-spirit technique." With this supernatural power, no one can escape my soul search by Zhao Xiang! You, the ghost projected by Ximen Poison into the spell world, will give me top-secret information about the undead! I will plan without anyone noticing , let you undead clan slowly die in the palm of my Zhao Xiang!"

Immediately, Zhao Xiang opened his mouth and blew away at the human-shaped soul inside the colorful mask.

A ribbon of colorful light rolled past, and the colorful light mask in the palm was blown out all of a sudden and rolled back.

The miniature version of Zhao Xiang swallowed the multicolored mask with one mouthful, and the humanoid soul inside let out a scream.

Immediately, the soul of Ximen Du, the supreme undead clan who once occupied and devoured most of Luo Jie's soul, mourned, and turned into flashing messages, which were imprinted in the depths of Zhao Xiang's soul.

The soul body, Zhao Xiang, did not investigate these extremely important and secret information immediately.

He saw Luo Jie's dying remnant soul curled up in the empty forehead ancestral aperture.

His eyes are sharp, he seems to be skinny, and the number of souls is extremely thin, like a mist under the sun.

It seemed that a gust of wind would wipe him out easily. [

Zhao Xiang, the soul body, understood that he had to save Luo Jie's soul quickly, and he might die if he was too late.

His soul has been devoured and fused by the split souls of the supreme elders of the undead clan who invaded from outside.

The miniature Zhao Xiang immediately released a ray of soul-replenishing aura, and the dying Luo Jie's soul was like a withered yellow leaf after the rain, turning green at a speed visible to the naked eye. After three breaths, Luo Jie's soul body opened his eyes, The hair that was originally withered and yellow has also returned to black.

His half-lying body jumped up, with an excited expression on his face: "You are Zhao Xiang, the descendant of Twelve, right? Thank you, if it wasn't for your timely help, my life would definitely have died! "

Zhao Xiang immediately replied with a smile: "You are the master of my ancestor Guo Shier, so don't talk about two different families, Grandpa Qi Nanshan is still waiting for me to rush to the rescue! Grandpa Luo Jie, you call Take a break and let's go!"

"Grandpa? Am I that old?" Luo Jie teased while rubbing his chin.

"Of course not, just like my younger brother! But you are the master of my twelve ancestors, how dare Zhao Xiang shout indiscriminately? Besides, having such an extremely handsome grandpa is something that makes Zhao Xiang happy and proud!" Zhao Xiang Xiang slowed down a little, and after these words were finished, the figure had disappeared in front of Luo Jie.

As soon as the mini version of Zhao Xiang flashed out from the depths of Luo Jie's soul, it turned into a dim sesame seed colorful light spot.

Almost at the same time, this light rushed towards the ancestral aperture on Zhao Xiang's forehead, and disappeared in a flash.

Zhao Xiang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes tremblingly.

Searching the soul and shaping the spirit is quite exhausting. The first time he performs it will damage his life span of 5000 years, so at this time Zhao Xiang's face is pale and his expression is sluggish. If he doesn't start repairing the damaged soul immediately , it will be difficult to continue to use the soul-searching and shaping-spiriting technique. If this is the case, Qi Nanshan will be completely swallowed by the soul-splitting Ximen Peak of the supreme elder of the undead clan.

Fortunately, it is very convenient and quick for Zhao Xiang to recover his energy and spirit in the god ring on the first floor of the core of the altar, and he did not expect to perform the Soul Search and Soul Shaping Art on Luo Jie so smoothly, so he is very concerned about the solution. Ximen Peak in the soul of Nanshan is full of confidence to win.

It was with this kind of good attitude that Zhao Xiang took a long breath, and first placed Ximenxue, one of the imprisoned souls of the supreme elder of the undead clan, in the soul slip, and asked Qi Ling, Ah Jian, to analyze what he had mastered. All kinds of important and top-secret information, while he, Zhao Xiang, hastened to adjust his breath, making full preparations for performing the soul-searching and shaping-spiriting technique again.

Luo Jie, who was sitting cross-legged across from Zhao Xiang, opened his clear eyes at this moment.

After all, he is the master of Beifumen, and his vision and vision are far superior to most of the masters. What's more, he at the [-]th floor soul altar, his strength and supernatural powers are beyond comparison with ordinary people, at least he is also comparable to Guo Twelve. , Handsome old man, the same existence, and even slightly better than him in many aspects.

Although Zhao Xiang didn't tell Luo Jie anything, Luo Jie could tell a lot of inside information from Zhao Xiang's expression, so even if he couldn't completely figure out the hidden truth, Luo Jie would still Immediately made a guess and judgment that is close to the truth:

In order to get rid of the sub-souls of the supreme undead clan that invaded in the depths of his soul, Zhao Xiang's vitality was greatly damaged.

This kind of damage is extremely terrifying, completely at the cost of losing a lot of lifespan.

Zhao Xiang is really a child with great wisdom and bravery.

He is worthy of Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan's lifelong following.

Luo Jie thought with burning eyes.