God Ring Howl

The house is surrounded by willows, yellow flowers and green grass.

The house and the outside world are all connected by a small nine-snap bridge, forming a seamless one.

The five strands of spiritual consciousness swept straight from the house in the lake to Zhao Xiang's cultivation cave of the Five Sacred Sect.

Zhao Huan, transformed into a special energy, only quickly glanced at the three characters "Wusouju" on the lintel of the main entrance of the house, and then slid past silently like a gust of wind, Directly arrive at the place where the five strands of spiritual consciousness start.

In the third entrance of the house, in the middle is a courtyard twenty feet wide and thirty feet long. In the courtyard, five old men are sitting side by side cross-legged. One is around [-], and the rest are around [-].

Their hair was like silver silk, and they all wore moon-white gowns, full of elegance, and looked like most of them were third- and fourth-rank golden immortals.

At this moment, they were all sitting on a gleaming blue formation, and each of them was holding a piece of pure white jade slip in their hands at the same time. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they all showed that they were in extreme pain and could no longer bear it.

There is an old man in his seventies, judging from his appearance, he was definitely a handsome man when he was young. At this moment, two blood lines are flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are protruding from his sockets, which is particularly terrifying.

The cultivation bases of the five people all look like third- and fourth-rank golden immortals, but why is the divine consciousness that radiates so powerful that it has faintly reached the level of Xuanxian, even compared to their brothers Zhao Xiang and Zhao Huan, they are no less of.

In an instant, Zhao Huan cleared away the fog that hovered in his mind.

He suddenly thought, no, they must have used some special method.

Zhao Huan's heart couldn't help but turn into a void energy body, which shuttled and hovered among the five old men.

He quickly discovered that the spiritual consciousness emanating from the five of them had a lot to do with the formation below them.

After taking a closer look, Zhao Huan actually had a new harvest.

He saw that the jade slips tightly held in Wusao's hands were pure white and crystal clear, lingering with circles of milky white life.

Vitality, the vitality of the soul, my God, could it be, could it be that this jade slip is a space for storing souls.

Could it be that they are using the magic circle that is shining with blue light below them to absorb the vitality of the soul in the jade slips to enhance their spiritual attacks?

The more Zhao Huan looked at it, the more frightened he became.

Wu Sou was indeed relying on the blue light magic circle beneath him.

They are all rapidly absorbing the white vitality of the soul sacrifice in the jade slip.

And strands of powerful, tyrannical, and cruel spiritual consciousness, when they rushed out of the Baihui acupoint in their heads, were strangely amplified by the blue light circle, and shot straight towards the Five Sacred Sect.

Of course, this consciousness cannot be seen or touched.

But for Zhao Huan, who can change his body between virtual and real at will, it is not a difficult thing to solve.

He could clearly see the five strands of spiritual consciousness rushing away from the magic circle, just like five giant dragons going out to sea, their bodies were crystal clear, exuding earth-shattering majestic vitality, and their speed was as fast as a white horse passing through the gap.

The most frightening thing is that there is a monstrous murderous aura inside these five strands of consciousness, and the murderous aura will not diminish even if it is thousands of miles away.

It is precisely because of the murderous aura contained in it that the five strands of spiritual consciousness are like five invisible but qualitative weapons.

If it wasn't for the Lingzhu wantonly devouring the vitality contained in Wusou's spiritual consciousness, if it wasn't for Zhao Xiang's spiritual consciousness not being so powerful.

Under Wu Sou's hands, Zhao Xiang would never go through three tricks.

Staring at the five old men in the formation, Zhao Huan thought about it.

At this moment, blood flowed from the corner of the mouth of the seventy-year-old man with the weakest skill.

He panted thoughtfully and said: "This Zhao Xiang used some kind of trick, I can't recover my consciousness no matter what, your experience must be similar to mine, if this continues, not only the jade slip The vitality of the inner soul will be exhausted by this kid, even the vitality in our body will also be exhausted, what should we do, should we just wait to die like this?"

"Waiting to die, how could it be, Qingyue Eighth, I order you in the name of the Qingyue League, to explode yourself quickly and create an opportunity for the four of us to draw out our spiritual consciousness, otherwise, you know what the consequences will be."

The sixty-year-old Golden Immortal with hooked nose on the right side of the seventy-year-old man ordered without emotion.

His voice was extremely cold, as if wafting out of a cellar as deep as ten feet deep.

Hearing the unquestionable words of Yinggoubi, Zhao Huan couldn't help but turn pale with shock: "Just kidding, I actually blew myself up in the name of Qingyue League."

What is the identity of the hooked nose, is it so indifferent and treats human life like nothing?

Youth Moon League, what kind of thing is that.

Could it be that like the Dark Sun Organization, they all stared at Zhao Xiang covetously?

Zhao Huan couldn't help but scanned the old man from inside to outside.

He immediately noticed that they had a green moon embroidered on the cuffs of their moon white gowns.

Zhao Huan did not take any action, he was waiting for the best time to deal them a fatal blow.

Besides, he also hopes to learn more about the information closely related to the Youth Moon League from their conversation.

Number Eight with a hooked nose and mouth showed a more painful and desperate look on his face.

he replied in a trembling voice.

"Reporting to a group of number four, it's not that I don't want to blow myself up, I'm just asking,,"

"Didn't No. [-] say that we have a No. [-] who broke into the top of the Wuyue faction? What is it called..."

The hooked nose was furious, and his words were as sharp as a knife, and he reprimanded: "Shut up, Sima Ling, you just don't want to live, don't you think about the life of your beloved wife and son?"

With a sad smile, the blood from the corner of Sima Ling's mouth continued to flow out.

His eyes suddenly burst into cold light, and his voice was even more shrill.

"Beloved wife, beloved son, Dongfang An, you think I will live after my beloved wife and beloved son die,"

"If I still have a little use value, maybe the two of them may not be able to survive, what a pity, what a pity,"

"It's a pity that I, Sima Ling, have long known that their mother and son are dead, they are dead,"

"I saw it a month ago," Dongfang An replied with a hooked nose, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

More blood spilled from the corner of Sima Ling's mouth.

"Hey, hahaha, am I talking nonsense, or are you talking nonsense,"

"Dongfang'an, do you remember that I told you nonsense once, but you have been deceiving me all the time,"

"Hmph, do you think your end will be much better than mine? I hate only hate, hate only hate that I love my wife and son dearly,"

"For the two of them, I not only ruined the Qingyun Mountain lineage, but also ruined their lives,"

Dongfang An's hooked nose moved again.

A frightening cold light burst out from his deep-set eyes.

"I didn't expect you to know it so soon. Hmph, you can't blame me. If you want to blame, blame you for knowing the secrets you shouldn't know,"

Sima Ling said angrily,

"What kind of secret is this?"

"Number [-] is my son, you have lost his mind, let him go to Xuanzong to be a core disciple first,"

"Let him break into the top of the Wuyue faction and wait for the opportunity to deal a fatal blow to Zhao Xiang,"

"He's just a dead man, what's the difference between him and a dead man?"

"I just hate that I have blind eyes, and I know you, a guy who looks like a gentleman but is full of conspiracy and tricks,"

"Hmph, don't think No. [-] has any kind intentions for you. In Xue Wuqing's hands, you still want to turn the world around,"