In the Penglai Middle Domain, if you want to subdue the soul slave, it is not really difficult, you only need the guidance of spiritual power, attach it to the spirit weapon, or magic weapon, and finally apply the seal.

The spiritual light flashed in Ye Fei's palm, and he raised his hand to point to the front, and an extremely thin spiritual thread wound the soul slave.

"I, my name is Hitomi Qing." After the soul slave was included in the bamboo flute, a voice suddenly sounded in Ye Fei's sea of knowledge.

Due to Ye Fei's strength, he was much higher than this soul slave, and after being subdued by him, this soul also got a lot of benefits, and his consciousness seemed to have recovered a lot.

Ye Fei smiled slightly, and his figure immediately jumped up, directly jumped over the trough, and flashed forward.

He has the Red Fairy Flute in his hand, and there is no limit to the number of soul slaves he can subdue, Ye Fei will definitely make good use of this, if he can stop the army of soul slaves all the time, the source of immortality in this place, see who dares to compete with him.

Time passed quietly, and there was no daylight in this space, almost the same as on the first floor.

"A kilometer ahead, there are fluctuations in spiritual power." In the endless basin, as Ye Fei moved forward, his spiritual sense continued to extend and spread around.

Ye Fei didn't know how big this Penglai's middle domain was, but the first layer of space in the outside world was almost equivalent to the area of an overseas country, and this was the real home field, and I was afraid that it was much larger than the first layer.

Above the basin, Ye Fei's figure flickered, and it didn't take long for him to come to the place where the spiritual power fluctuated he felt.

"This is, a plain battlefield?" Ye Fei's eyes froze, and at this moment, he could see that there were dozens of soul slaves in front of him, wandering around aimlessly.

On the black earth, wreckage can be seen everywhere, and it seems that time has stopped in this space, and this legendary battle seems to have happened not long ago.

In the surrounding air, you can faintly feel the smell of blood and the pungent smell of corrosion.

"If it's a battlefield, ten more soul slaves are too few." Ye Fei glanced ahead, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

He also got together a hundred and eighty soul slaves first, and was seriously exploring this space, and now along the way, he had encountered far fewer soul slaves than he imagined.

Just thinking for a moment, a fine light flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, the spiritual light flashed in his palm, and the bamboo flute was always held in his hand.

"Receive." Ye Fei didn't hesitate too much, and raised his hand to point at the tall soul slave closest to him.

Compared with the previous subdued Qingtong before the trough, these soul slaves on the plain battlefield here are obviously much stronger, and the worst of them also have the aura of Jindan Dao.

If he could really organize an army of soul slaves, in this space, Ye Fei would undoubtedly be able to walk sideways.

"Roar ......" Not far ahead, Ye Fei's condensed spirit silk had just touched the soul slave, and this soul let out a strange roar.

In an instant, the more than ten soul slaves here seemed to have all woken up at this moment, and they all turned their heads, looking Ye Fei up and down with their glowing eyes.

"Broke free from the shackles of the spirit wire?" Ye Fei's face was stunned, and he was also confused at this time.

According to his understanding, the soul slaves in this place rarely have independent consciousness, as long as his spiritual power is slightly guided, he can subdue and seal them, but the soul slave just now is the spirit silk that broke free from Ye Fei.

Just when Ye Fei was puzzled, the dozens of soul slaves in front of him suddenly slowly dispersed, and out of them came a tall soul slave wearing bronze armor, with extraordinary momentum on his body, and holding a big sword.

"Soul General." Ye Fei took a deep breath, and then reacted instantly.

The group in front of him is not a wandering lonely soul, but a leader with a soul general, which is equivalent to having been subdued by other people, and the spirit silk released by him is naturally unguideable.

"My current physical condition is that I can't fight with the soul general, so it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time." Ye Fei made a decision immediately, and with a dodge, he rushed all the way to the right.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar kept coming from the rear at this time, and the dozens of soul slaves, under the leadership of the soul general, suddenly turned around and chased after Ye Fei.

That speed was even more terrifying, especially the soul general, almost as strong as the early stage of the Psychic Spirit, as if staring at Ye Fei to death, had been chasing after him.

"I was careless, I didn't expect to meet a soul general so easily." Ye Fei couldn't help but curse bad luck in his heart, and at the same time, his feet were like the wind, and he rushed towards the distance.

I don't know how long he fled, but it wasn't until Ye Fei's spiritual sense felt that after another group of soul slaves appeared not far ahead, the group behind him slowly gave up the pursuit.

Obviously, these soul generals have their own territorial divisions, and they will not cross the line under normal circumstances.

Next to a small black stone, Ye Fei stopped his body, his face was slightly pale at the moment, and some of the spiritual power that had just recovered was consumed by him in this escape.

"A horde of soul slaves, if they don't have the power to defeat, they can't be easily provoked." Ye Fei froze down, and at this time he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart.

This space is so large, it shouldn't be difficult to find a lone soul.

After thinking about it, Ye Fei immediately made up his mind, and acted more and more cautiously, his spiritual sense continued to sweep, and began to look for the lone soul slave.

The middle domain of the Heavenly Palace Treasure Vault, compared to the first layer, is obviously much more depressing, making it easy for people to forget the passage of time, and if it is a martial cultivator with an unstable mind, it is even more likely to be lost in this battlefield.

Two days have passed......

In the middle of Penglai, a desolate basin, located in the valley to the east of the basin, Ye Fei dug a cave in the valley, which was convenient for restoring spiritual power and capturing the soul slaves wandering into the valley.

"In two days, I have subdued a total of five soul slaves, and the progress is a little slow." In front of the entrance of the cave, Ye Fei had a thoughtful look on his face, and he couldn't help but murmur at this time.

With five soul slaves, he couldn't defeat a group of soul generals, and it was a bit of a waste of time to go on like this.

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Fei didn't have any good way for a while, so he could only turn around and enter the cave, and first recover his strength as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

In the Penglai Basin, at this time, a woman in a red gauze dress, with blood hanging from the corners of her mouth, her face was slightly pale, and she fled all the way forward.

"Ling Yanji, if you can't escape, give the soul in your hand to the emperor, and the emperor can spare your life." In the distance, in the air, an indifferent voice followed.

At the same time, in the sky, a majestic coercive force instantly blocked the surrounding space.

Ling Yanji's body trembled, and at this moment, there was a burst of qi and blood churning in her body, and she couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood again, and a wry smile appeared on her face, she never expected to meet the Pope in this panicked basin.

Most of the powerhouses at the level of the Divine Realm have already left this desolate basin, and the strength of the soul slaves here is only at the soul general level at most, which cannot meet the needs of those powerhouses.

The number of soul slaves accepted is limited, so that quality becomes the key to victory or defeat, if it is a junior who has five soul king-level soul slaves, I am afraid that it is a strong person in the Divine Realm, and he will not dare to provoke it in this space.

"Your Excellency the Pope, as the master of the Holy See, you snatched the soul slave in the hands of the slave family, are you a little out of identity, and you will inevitably be laughed at if you spread it." Ling Yanji generally suppressed the injuries in her body and fled towards the rear.

"Hmph, identity, kill you, no one will know about it." In mid-air, the Pope's voice grew closer.

At the same time, the coercive power in the surrounding air became more and more terrifying.

Between the two, there is a lot of difference in hard power, if it weren't for the great suppressive power of the mobilization of spiritual power in this space, Ling Yanji would have been caught up a long time ago.

"Soul slave, now." Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Yanji had a flash of inspiration in her palm.

In the next moment, a tall black shadow immediately appeared in mid-air, this soul slave was wearing residual armor, holding a big knife with both hands, the ghostly light in his eyes was great, and his body erupted with amazing might.

"Haha, it's really a soul general, you're a little Yuan Infant junior, and you're not qualified to accept a soul slave of this level." The Pope laughed and raised his hand to cut out a white streak.

In mid-air, the white light curtain condensed into a sharp white blade, pointing directly at the soul in front of him.

The remnant armor soul general, not to be outdone, shouted loudly, held the big knife, and went directly towards the white blade that fell.

"Bang, bang!" The crisp sound of blades colliding echoed all around.

Ling Yanji's soul general actually blocked the power of the Pope's blow, she only has one soul general, and she has the power of this battle through the god realm, so it can be seen that if you gather five, you can definitely occupy a place here.

"Junior, soul general, this emperor also has it." The Pope let out a low sigh and a ghostly light flashed under his raised hand.

A soul slave holding a spear and a body that is not weak and the soul general of Lingyan Ji appeared at this moment, and a spear broke through the wind, and the two soul generals fought together.

But for all the martial arts people who enter the second layer of the treasure house, the best choice to subdue the soul slave is undoubtedly the soul general, in a limited number, ordinary soul slaves are not of much use at all.

After the Pope sacrificed the soul general, he no longer paid attention to the battle of taking out the soul slave, but suddenly dodged and chased towards the Ling Yan Ji in front of him.

As long as Lingyan Ji is killed, that single soul general will become a lonely soul, and the Pope can easily subdue it.

In the Penglai Basin, after Ling Yanji sacrificed her soul general, she ran all the way almost without looking back, not caring about the consumption of spiritual power in her body, and unconsciously, a valley appeared in her sight.

"If I could have another soul general, I wouldn't be so embarrassed."

"This valley is probably the burial place of my Lingyan Ji, I don't know if I will become a soul slave after I die." Ling Yanji's face was bitter, she knew that she had no way to escape.