Life Control Chart

Jian Kaitian stood on the Lingxiao tree with a grin on his face, hissing in pain, "Yu Luyao was so cruel, he almost didn't have time to escape! In the future, let Shi Yu do it himself to sow discord."

Ling Xiao's life shrouded Jian Kaitian's body, ignoring his complaints, his eyes always hovering in the void, looking for Shi Yu's whereabouts.

Yu Luyao was helpless. He didn't want to fight with the soul-guarding slave at all, and Shi Yu's presence at his side made him feel like he was having trouble fighting.

Who knows if Shi Yu will have any new adventures these days, and who knows if Shi Yu will gain powerful power when he transforms into a void.

If Shi Yu was pushed to his side, Yu Luyao didn't think he could withstand that magical grab.

"Go away!" A deep roar came from Yu Luyao's mouth. Even if he didn't want to fight with the soul-guarding slave, he was not polite to the soul-guarding slave.

The soul-guarding slave stood up and smiled angrily. This was the first time he had seen Master Jue speak rudely.

"Hmph! Now that there is no one else to help me, how can you, an arrogant guy like you, still escape! Do you really think that I, the soul-keeper chosen by God, can be easily bullied if you beat me one by one?"

The soul-guarding slave suddenly accelerated, swirling around Yu Luyao like a hurricane, and his sharp fingers cut into Yu Luyao's protective sword energy like daggers.

The jingling continued, and Yu Luyao's sword energy cut countless cracks in the soul-guarding slave's body.

But the soul-guarding slave still stuck to Yu Luyao's side with a ferocious smile, staring at Yu Luyao's face with a pair of evil eyes.

"I have known for a long time that you are the most powerful one here. You have been fighting me with six points of strength. Now do you dare to keep it? All your reinforcements have escaped!"

Yu Luyao was slightly startled, but he still had time to look at the other masters.

He wasn't expecting those people to come to his rescue, but he wanted to see why they were running away.

At one glance, Yu Luyao understood what was going on. Without the soul-guarding slave as an evenly matched opponent, my father was able to pursue and kill other absolute masters at will.

Without the help of Xuanpan and Wanfang, there are less than ten Juezhu who can truly deal with my father alone.

In the blink of an eye, three people were chopped to pieces by my father's axe. Any protective treasure or special skill could not withstand the blow.

"My father! Why are you crazy? Aren't you afraid that we will attack you?"

Jue Zhu, who was being chased and slashed by my father, was furious, but there was nothing he could do. My father's flashing and jumping attacks were coming and going, and he couldn't catch them without real top speed, and his protection was not very strong. The next time he was chopped into bloody gourds by my father.

"ha!"

My father didn't bother to chat with him, so he chopped him into two pieces with another strike of an axe.

"If you want to besiege, come and besiege! I have already killed three soul-guarding slaves, how can I still be afraid of trash like you? Back then, you chased other Witch Emperor clones from heaven to earth. Today, it's my turn to kill you!"

"Killed three soul-guarding slaves?"

The remaining absolute masters all looked at my father in disbelief, and then looked at Jian Kaitian and the others who were standing far away and leisurely watching the battle. They didn't know whether they should believe my father's nonsense.

Jian Kaitian bluntly exposed my father's lies and stood on the Lingxiao tree and shouted: "Old me! You are shameless! When did you kill three soul-guarding slaves? There were only two!"

His explanation completely confirmed the fact that my father had killed the soul-guarding slaves. There was no difference at all whether it was two or three.

"Fart! Where is Uncle Bachen? He is a super powerful master who is even more powerful than the Soul Keeper!"

Not to be outdone, my father caught up with another Juezhu and hacked him wildly, not forgetting it in his mouth.

Compete with Jian Kaitian.

Jian Kaitian was startled and replied in a very frustrated tone: "You old boy are right, a great uncle Ba Chen can kill all the world masters here, and even the soul-guarding slaves can't escape!

But don’t forget, Taishu Bachen is not actually dead. "

The two of them were bickering back and forth, and what they said aroused the curiosity of all the masters. They had never heard of the name Taishu Bachen. Could it be that he was another master of hiding like Ye Mobai?

Although Ye Mobai is strong, he is only at the level of the Jue Master. Who is Taishu Bachen, who can kill all the soul-guarding slaves and the Jue Master?

What frightened them even more was that the mysterious uncle Ba Chen was not dead, so when would he show up to control his fate?

In fact, what my father and Jian Kaitian said was purely nonsense to confuse the audience, in order to distract the attention of all the masters.

Jue Zhu, who was fighting with my father, was struck by an ax as soon as his mind wandered. He screamed and ran away, not wanting to get any benefits from the soul-keeper slave.

As soon as he left, my father stopped chasing him casually, smiled at the other extremely wary Jue Masters and said, "I'm sorry for all of you, I just killed the bastards who chased me and the Witch Emperor's clone back then. You guys have nothing to do with me." There is no need to worry about the injustice.”

The other absolute masters nodded doubtfully, but none of them relaxed their vigilance and removed their surrounding protection.

My father just wanted to make everyone let down their guard, so he suddenly hit him on the head with an axe.

It wasn't until my father really jumped onto the Lingxiao tree with an ax on his back that these masters hurriedly retreated away. After feeling that they were safe, they set their sights on Yu Luyao.

Yu Luyao was determined to avoid fighting and did not fight fiercely with the soul-guarding slaves. He was more afraid of Shi Yu than the soul-guarding slaves.

However, the soul-guarding slave finally waited until the master split up and fought independently, and no one was left to restrain him. He secretly vowed to kill a few people to vent his anger. Yu Luyao, who had always treated him like a monkey, was naturally the first to bear the brunt.

Therefore, the more diligently Yu Luyao avoided, the more fiercely the soul-guarding slaves attacked him, chasing after him and attacking him relentlessly.

My father and others stood on the Lingxiao tree and carefully observed the soul-guarding slaves fighting Yu Luyao, and gradually came to a clear understanding.

All the soul-guarding slaves' attack methods were extremely monotonous, as if they had taken one path to the extreme.

Tuo Xi relied on extreme speed, Tan Weiyang relied on the magic god, and the one in front of him could only fight in close combat, like a barbarian.

Jian Kaitian gently nudged my father with his elbow a few times and whispered, "Can you think of what that guy who avoided fighting is good at? What will happen next?"

My father was slightly stunned, "How would I know? You might as well think about what your senior brother's trick is, so that we can deal with it in the future."

Jian Kaitian agreed with him, hummed and stopped talking.

Yu Luyao dodged for only half a moment, and he could no longer withstand the soul-guarding slave's deadly attack. All the sword energy that protected his body had been dispersed, and the space fragments thrown out were not used before the soul-guarding slave waved his claws and slapped them into powder.

And he always felt that Shi Yu was floating beside him, and a pair of hands kept grabbing his head.

If he hadn't dodged very quickly, he might have been caught to death by Shi Yu.

Finally, Yu Luyao could no longer hold back his anger and shouted, "Xuan Pan! Wan Fang! You two really want to see this through to the end? Then don't blame me for leaving right away!"

Yu Luyao called out their names and asked for their help. The two sneered at each other, turned their gazes to other absolute masters, and then suddenly attacked the soul-guarding slave.

The soul-guarding slave saw that only two people came to rescue him, and immediately laughed grimly and waved his arms more quickly.

He opened a series of dark space cracks, but strangely no chaos came out, only the black cracks like the mouth of the devil kept expanding.

The fist light from Xuan Pan and the talisman from Wan Fang were involuntarily sucked in when they approached the cracks.

The sword light that Yu Luyao kept throwing out also flew in like a swimming fish, without any instructions from him.

The three people changed their colors and hurriedly added strength.

The soul-guarding slave disdained to laugh, and his arms opened and closed like a logging axe, splitting the void in front of him with one knife after another.

His body seemed to pass through one dark portal after another, avoiding all attacks and standing directly in front of Yu Luyao and the other two.

They had never seen such a spectacle before, and the other masters who were watching the battle were also shocked. If they were not outnumbered, they would have been eaten alive by the soul-guarding slave with mysterious skills.

Yu Luyao let out a long roar, and two swords suddenly appeared in his hands, stabbing straight down at the eyes of the soul-guarding slave.

Xuan Pan also shouted angrily and clenched his iron fist, with a huge brilliance wrapped around his fist, like a heavy hammer hitting the back of the soul-guarding slave's head.

Wan Fang gave up the attack, and his eight heads murmured urgently at the same time, and his sixteen arms flew up and down, and the layers of talismans were linked together like long chains, tightly entangled with the arms of the soul-guarding slave, and made the soul-guarding slave's swift attack solidify in the air.

"Ding!"

A crisp collision sounded, and Yu Luyao's two swords pierced the soul-guarding slave's pupils without deviation, but they did not even penetrate a layer of tears. The sharp and hard long swords broke into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

The Xuanpan light hammer also hit the soul-guarding slave's head, and the light fist solidified like crystal jade exploded instantly. The Xuanpan iron fist immediately loosened like cotton, and a large amount of blood plasma splashed into the void from the back of the exploded hand.

However, the three people coordinated their attack and defense seamlessly, and successfully made the soul-guarding slave pause for a breath, and failed to insert his dagger-like ten fingers into Yu Luyao's chest.

Xuanpan and Wanfang rescued Yu Luyao, and the three of them immediately fled far away, and actually stood with Hei Fumang and the others.

They wanted to leave, how could the soul-guarding slave let them go so easily?

The furious soul-guarding slave followed without thinking, and his ten fingers pushed away the several peak realm masters who were blocking in front of him.

When Xuan Pan rushed over, Hei Fumang screamed and fell to the ground with a thud. Not to mention the peak realm masters, even ordinary realm masters would not be as embarrassed and wretched as him.

But it was this extremely ugly fall that made Hei Fumang the only one alive among the peak realm masters.

The other peak realm masters did not even react and turned into blood mist. Only Hei Fumang was lying on the ground screaming and rolling, looking too frightened.

The soul-guarding slave did not seem to expect that someone among the trash could dodge his attack, and looked back at Hei Fumang in surprise.

Hei Fumang was lying on the ground with his butt raised high, crawling around as if he could not tell the direction, and actually arched towards the direction of the soul-guarding slave.

The soul-guarding slave was no longer suspicious, thinking that Hei Fumang was lucky enough to save his life, and turned around to continue chasing Xuan Pan and others. A realm master who can't even run away is not worth him killing specifically.

Jian Kaitian chuckled sinisterly, poked my father with his elbow, and raised his chin towards Hei Fumang with a sly smile.

My father knew what Jian Kaitian meant, and snorted unhappily. As the incarnation of the Witch Emperor, he also looked down on Hei Fumang's shameful and self-deprecating appearance.