Wu Po Jiuxiao

The body can't move, the bodies of the two have no resistance at all...

The two divine swords sank into their bodies in a flash.

At this moment, the power of the Soul Sword also disappeared.

The old god Ye Fantian looked at the two comfortably, with a faint smile on his face.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The old man's face was distorted for a while, but his body didn't change at all. He felt that he was played by Ye Fantian.

But facing the opponent's roar, Ye Fantian's face became more and more sneer and weird.

"die!"

Snapped……

As if it was the curse of the god of death, just as Ye Fantian's voice fell, an astonishing energy turned into a divine blade, instantly crushing the profound souls of the two.

A martial artist can survive even if his dantian is shattered, but if he loses his profound soul, then there is no meaning of existence.

The old man and the Overlord only felt a burst of pain in their profound souls, but in an instant they completely lost control.

Snapped……

The flesh body fell to the ground, but the expression on his face was full of horror and disbelief.

died!

Lost life in an instant!

The Heavenly Soul Sword is a mysterious soul technique created by Ye Fantian based on the Soul Sword. Once it is used, it will completely smash the opponent's mysterious soul like wielding a long sword.

Once the mysterious soul is lost, it is even more terrifying than a vegetable, and even the vitality of the body will be cut to pieces.

"The devil...the devil..."

"Don't come here, you devil, devil!"

"Help me..."

…………

The pillars fell down, and the most tyrannical Palace Master and Overlord of Dali Bawang Palace died in front of the disciples.

All the disciples at this time have completely lost the willpower to resist.

Ye Fantian in front of him is too scary.

"Run away..."

I don't know who yelled, and immediately everyone retreated crazily.

These disciples of the Dali Bawang Palace were originally considered to be superior in the Bacheng, but at this time they are so regrettable, if it is not the Dali Bawang Palace, they will not offend such a derangement!

"Hold the mountain seal!"

With his hands slowly intertwined, Ye Fantian said loudly.

boom……

A terrifying Taiyue like an ancient sacred mountain descended from the sky again. Under that terrifying force, although it was not blessed with 33 times the power, it was not something these disciples could resist at will.

rumbling...

On the ground, blood was flying and bones were everywhere.

Ye Fantian sneered, beheading all of them without leaving behind, the mysterious soul quickly devoured him, looking at the ruined Dali Bawang Palace, his body moved forward slightly.

With such a big sect, he is quite sure that there must be many treasures in the other party.

But at this moment, a hidden wave flew towards him at a crazy speed from tens of thousands of meters away!

It was an ancient breath, as if it was an eternal breath, ancient but tyrannical!

"Yuan Yulong... really has a lingering ghost, and he found it here!"

Ye Fantian whispered in his mouth.

The wings of the blazing sword behind him spread out rapidly.

With the golden light combined with the flickering purple awns, the whole person quickly disappeared into the distance...

Covered with white bones and flowing with blood, the Palace of Dali Bawang, which had been in great prosperity for a while, dissipated into invisible and ruins in an instant.

And a stream of light also flashed quickly at the moment Ye Fantian left... The body could not move, and the bodies of the two had no resistance at all...

The two divine swords sank into their bodies in a flash.

At this moment, the power of the Soul Sword also disappeared.

The old god Ye Fantian looked at the two comfortably, with a faint smile on his face.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The old man's face was distorted for a while, but his body didn't change at all. He felt that he was played by Ye Fantian.

But facing the opponent's roar, Ye Fantian's face became more and more sneer and weird.

"die!"

Snapped……

As if it was the curse of the god of death, just as Ye Fantian's voice fell, an astonishing energy turned into a divine blade, instantly crushing the profound souls of the two.

A martial artist can survive even if his dantian is shattered, but if he loses his profound soul, then there is no meaning of existence.

The old man and the Overlord only felt a burst of pain in their profound souls, but in an instant they completely lost control.

Snapped……

The flesh body fell to the ground, but the expression on his face was full of horror and disbelief.

died!

Lost life in an instant!

The Heavenly Soul Sword is a mysterious soul technique created by Ye Fantian based on the Soul Sword. Once it is used, it will completely smash the opponent's mysterious soul like wielding a long sword.

Once the mysterious soul is lost, it is even more terrifying than a vegetable, and even the vitality of the body will be cut to pieces.

"The devil...the devil..."

"Don't come here, you devil, devil!"

"Help me..."

…………

The pillars fell down, and the most tyrannical Palace Master and Overlord of Dali Bawang Palace died in front of the disciples.

All the disciples at this time have completely lost the willpower to resist.

Ye Fantian in front of him is too scary.

"Run away..."

I don't know who yelled, and immediately everyone retreated crazily.

These disciples of the Dali Bawang Palace were originally considered to be superior in the Bacheng, but at this time they are so regrettable, if it is not the Dali Bawang Palace, they will not offend such a derangement!

"Hold the mountain seal!"

With his hands slowly intertwined, Ye Fantian said loudly.

boom……

A terrifying Taiyue like an ancient sacred mountain descended from the sky again. Under that terrifying force, although it was not blessed with 33 times the power, it was not something these disciples could resist at will.

rumbling...

On the ground, blood was flying and bones were everywhere.

Ye Fantian sneered, beheading all of them without leaving behind, the mysterious soul quickly devoured him, looking at the ruined Dali Bawang Palace, his body moved forward slightly.

With such a big sect, he is quite sure that there must be many treasures in the other party.

But at this moment, a hidden wave flew towards him at a crazy speed from tens of thousands of meters away!

It was an ancient breath, as if it was an eternal breath, ancient but tyrannical!

"Yuan Yulong... really has a lingering ghost, and he found it here!"

Ye Fantian whispered in his mouth.

The wings of the blazing sword behind him spread out rapidly.

With the golden light combined with the flickering purple awns, the whole person quickly disappeared into the distance...

Covered with white bones and flowing with blood, the Palace of Dali Bawang, which had been in great prosperity for a while, dissipated into invisible and ruins in an instant.

And a stream of light flashed quickly at the moment Ye Fantian left...