Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"And the existence of such monks?"

After hearing the story of the little panther, Yang Xuan glanced at the people present. Through Yang Xuan's vision, the little Panther can see the outside scene even in Yang Xuan's understanding of the sea.

"No, although the smell of these ghosts is very evil, they don't have the smell of soul hunters that makes people feel very dangerous."

The little black leopard was saying, and Yang Xuan's eyes suddenly stopped on the old man who trapped all the ghost repairs with a chain. At the moment when Yang Xuan looked at the old man, without warning, a strong sense of crisis came out from the bottom of Yang Xuan's heart, and a golden light suddenly flashed in the center of Yang Xuan's eyebrows.

"Yes, it's him."

The little Panther screamed, and her hair stood upright and said, "turn your eyes away from him. Don't look at him. I'm in the state of soul body now. I'm afraid the old guy will hurt me when he finds me."

"Oh."

When Yang Xuan heard the speech, he quickly shifted his sight and looked at Li Zong who was fighting with Guan Shu.

The little Panther's voice rang again, which shocked Yang Xuan even more. "I'll go, friar at the top of the seventh realm."

"What? You say this man is from the seventh territory?"

"Yes, looking at the breath on this person, his Yuanying has been able to fight alone. Moreover, his breath is 90% similar to the fluctuation of his Yuanying's breath. It is only one step away from entering the eighth state of integration, reaching the state of Yuanying's perfect integration with the noumenon."

The little Panther's words surprised Yang Xuan. Even the ancestors of the major families present had to call him an elder man. Yang Xuan had guessed his strength as high as possible, but what surprised Yang Xuan was that he seemed to underestimate Li Zong's accomplishments.

When Yang Xuan was constantly amazed by the little Panther's words, something strange happened at the door of the tunnel.

After the old man who was turned into a soul hunter by the little black panther chopped ghost Xiu with sword Qi, the chain that trapped ghost Xiu actually moved itself, like a psychic snake, and one end of the chain came into the old man's hand.

The old man looked at ghost Xiu, snorted coldly, grabbed the chain with one hand and pulled it back.

According to common sense, it is normal for the old man to drag dozens of ghost practitioners directly. But this scene didn't happen. The chain went directly through ghost Xiu's body, but it didn't fall, as if something else was trapped by the chain.

Yang Xuan, who had the heavenly eye, saw clearly that dozens of translucent shadows were bound in the chain. Those shadows have clear facial features. While struggling, their faces show the expression of extreme pain.

"What is this?"

Yang Xuan's pupils suddenly constricted. Even when he knew that these ghost practices were unforgivable, Yang Xuan still felt a burst of cruelty to the methods used by an old sect called soul Hunter tens of thousands of years ago.

Those translucent shadows trapped by chains are the souls of those ghosts. If the little black panther's words are true, the strange looking sword Qi released by the old man just now obviously caused great damage to the souls of these ghosts.

Under the eye of heaven, the expression on those ghost Xiu's face was full of weakness in addition to pain. But these ghosts didn't give up the struggle. On the contrary, with a strong desire for survival on their faces, they pulled together in the opposite direction to the old man. The old man's strength became a little weak, and his hands began to tremble. His face looks a little ugly.

The mouths of the ghost practitioners kept opening and closing, as if they were shouting something.

Just as the balance of the tug of war victory gradually leaned towards the direction of ghost repair soul, the old man suddenly burst into a drink. His voice was like a sad evil ghost. The purple electric light lit up from his arms and ran along the chain towards the direction of ghost repair soul.

As soon as those electric lights came into contact with ghost Xiu's soul, it was like countless thin needles inserted into the soul. The expression on ghost Xiu's faces became more painful for a while. Originally, the thunder and lightning released by the old man is a strange move that can weaken the power of the soul, and it is true from the gradual weakening of the resistance of ghost repair.

However, under this electric light, those souls seem to have undergone some strange changes.

Under Yang Xuan's heavenly eyes, the souls of ghost practitioners turned red gradually. At the beginning, these souls were still light pink. After a moment, they turned into a dark red like blood, and the expression on the soul's face no longer looked painful, but looked very ferocious.

"It seems that the soul hunter will have fun."

The voice of the little Panther sounded in Yang Xuan's mind, which seemed a little gloating.

The little Panther's words made Yang Xuan feel a little confused. Although in his sight, the breath from these souls did make him feel dangerous, he had never seen this special state. Yang Xuan immediately asked curiously, "what's the matter?"

"Your cultivation time is too short. I don't know yet. After a monk's strength reaches a certain level, especially those who have more contact with the soul in the process of ghost cultivation, they will have the move of dying with the enemy and can burn their soul power. This is the same as burning blood essence. They are all moves that hurt the enemy and lose 800 by themselves, but compared with Under the circumstances, the strength burst out at the moment of soul burning is more powerful. "

As soon as the little Panther's voice fell, there was a change in the ghost repair group.

As these souls turned red, their breath suddenly became particularly powerful. With their joint efforts, the chain controlled by the old soul hunter was gradually opened and creaked.

The strange runes on the chain flashed and looked very strange. The old man suddenly changed his look, and the purple lightning on his arms was more prosperous. But even so, he didn't restrain ghost Xiu's behavior.

After a few breaths, the chain was so hard broken by the ghost repair that it broke into pieces. The old man flew backwards towards the rear and fell into the tunnel connecting the prison. It seemed that he was eaten back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Almost at the same time, Yang Xuan and Zhou Fengyuan rushed towards the ghost repair group. Yang Xuan's Liyan can burn the flames of all things in the world. Even a pure soul can cause great damage to it.

Zhou Fengyuan, as the head of the National Palace, obviously also mastered the means to cause harm to the soul.

However, just as several people rushed to the ghost repair soul, a powerful wave broke out from the ghost repair group and shook Yang Xuan and others back.

In his panic, Yang Xuan rolled on the ground for several times before he managed to stabilize his body. But when he looked up again, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.