"He's searching for souls!" said the Blackfriar.

"He dares to search for souls?" the old man said suspiciously.

"Hidden cultivation, he is searching for souls. The old woman said seriously.

Shock, doubt, deference, vigilance, fear, determination. The old women who witnessed everything looked at each other, and they cast spells silently, arranging heavy protection around their bodies.

After doing this, the three of them felt a little calmer in their hearts, secretly thinking that victory would not be arrogant or defeated, and it was not easy to leave their lives from the catastrophe, but they could not be as frizzy as the sky fox.

For the old woman Sanxiu, Thirteen Lang is like a rainbow, but what really worries people is not the murderous intent, but the inference derived from those actions that happened between the lightning and flint. They noticed that the young man had a terrifying means of concealment, a speed that three people could match with all their strength, and a body that was so strong that it was outrageous

The most important one, why did he dare to search for the soul of a monk who seemed to be equivalent to his cultivation on the battlefield.

What kind of strong spirit does it take to do this? What kind of strong mind does it need to dare to do this? What kind of cultivation does it take to be qualified to do this?

The three questions pressed their hearts, and the three big men hesitated again, staring at the strange young man on the battlefield and pounced on an opponent. It is worth mentioning that at this moment, the three cultivators did not notice the small points, but they had already noticed the traces of Yamu, but they did not pay attention to them.

A ghost cultivator who makes small moves on demons may cause people a headache or even anger before the battle, but now, when the situation is corroded like this, he is like those seriously injured students, and the swords and sticks they sacrificed to control the primordial spirit, scabies

"Main Seat and "

The wind blew in his face, and the red-robed monk's roar was squeezed back into his body by the air, pressing his chest as if it were about to explode, and with the muffled sound of the blade's stabbing head, a clean palm pierced through the hastily offered shield and gently landed on his throat.

"Save"

The red-robed monk was terrified. The magic weapon in the low roar was immediately martyred, and the bright aura burst out in all directions, and what bloomed was not majestic and magnificent, only the sadness of the dying struggle that could not change the overall situation.

Gaba! The throat was shattered, and the broken flesh did not leak out in the slightest, but was urged down by the incomparable force. Destroy everything along the way and rush towards Yuan Ying, close the eight directions before it escapes from the body, and pull it out of the body.

Kicking the corpse away, drawing a blood-colored arc in the air, Thirteen Lang still clasped the head of the elite monk with his left hand, held Yuan Ying's right hand and the purple flame rose, beating it to death in an instant, and then searching for the soul!

Reading the memories of two people at the same time, such an act is no longer dangerous to describe. It's basically looking for death. Under the almost dull gaze of the three cultivators, the surrounding demon spirits felt the monstrous fierce flames in the underworld, and they actually scattered and fled like a tide, instead of rushing up to fight them.

With his hands flawless, Thirteen Lang's movements did not stop, but continued to shoot at a faster speed, rushing towards the only remaining strong monk. At this moment, if you calculate the time, so much is changing. So many images flashed in front of me, after the situation on the battlefield was flipped several times. It was only ten breaths before the battle began

Ten breaths, what can you do in normal times?

Maybe it's making a cup of tea, maybe writing a few words, or turning the pages of a book to read silently, at best, browsing a few hundred small words, and you may not even find the feeling of writing. And yet here. Ten breaths made the fate of both sides repeat many times, devouring hundreds of lives, stunned countless faces, and frightened a person's courage.

"Don't come here!"

The killing god is confronted, and the evil and murderous aura arrive before the person. It is as unshakable as a parallel mountain, and the courage of the strong monk is like dust in the wind, and there is not a single trace left in his breast. With a scream in his mouth, he leaped high like a frightened rabbit and sped backwards.

"Come again, I'll die with you!"

Shouting out the words that the red-robed monk failed to utter completely, the strong monk relied on to demonstrate not himself, but the thousands of ghosts and owls around him. At this moment, he noticed the vigilant and hesitant expressions of the three elders, and also noticed that the three of them had a chance to make a move, but they still watched the red-robed monk being poached alive.

"Leave me alone, I'm just one!"

In his sight, Thirteen Lang was holding a corpse in one hand and a baby in the other, his expression was indifferent like a messenger of hell harvesting souls, and he had instantly brought the two sides closer to less than 100 meters.

For the monk, what is the difference between being a hundred meters apart and facing each other? The two eyes collided in an instant, and the stout monk suddenly wailed, for himself and for what was destined to happen next.

For example, now, the strong monk understands the gaze of the thirteen langs and the expression on his face, where eight words are clearly written: Heaven and earth, must be killed.

"You forced me!"

At the moment of life and death, all the courage of the strong monk suddenly returned, and with a roar of rage, he did not face the fight, but turned into a meteor and spread out at full speed, rushing in the direction of the group of thunderbolts.

The reluctance to provoke the demon owls does not mean that the demon hunters are really afraid of them, and before the battle begins, if the demon hunters and the demon owls start a fight, the demon owls will definitely be wiped out in the end. In order to avoid the pursuit of the other party, the strong monk had to gamble, betting that the other party had the same psychology as his own side before, and did not dare or was unwilling to chase after him. Only in this way can he have the opportunity to retain all his strength, rely on Taoism and luck, break through the bloody road in the vast sea of devils, and never look back.

"If you want my life, come on!"

In the midst of the heavy drink, the strong monk sacrificed three shields, only defended and did not attack, and moved forward silently, plunging into the black and oppressive group of owls.

With a bang, the moment he rushed in, the eardrums of the strong monk were filled with countless strange sounds, and the five senses could be clearly heard. It was dark in front of him, and the entire shijie disappeared from his field of vision, leaving only a strange shadow in his vision, and in his body, mana poured out like a flood, and he didn't know how many times and how many attacks he had endured in all directions.

"That's fine, that's fine, so he won't dare to catch up, huh?"

Comforting himself in his heart, the strong monk tried his best to keep the shield open, and rushed forward with his head down. Chong weishenme is still so dark?

The Great Monk did it with all his might, and how fast and unparalleled the method was, and it felt as if it had been rushing for 10,000 years, and Weishenme himself was still struggling in the dark?

The stout monk asked himself blankly, unconsciously raising his hand and trying to rub his eyes.

He didn't make it.

What about my hands?

Lingjue shijie was dark. The stout monk kept asking himself, writhing in panic, but his body was as silent as a stone, and he did not respond in the slightest

"Chance!"

The moment they saw Thirteen Lang rushing into the group, the three old women couldn't help but scream freely. The heart of the god monk walked at will, and when he thought of it, he moved, and three streamers came from the hands of the three people, with murderous intent and ecstasy, chasing the seemingly brilliant and gorgeous but actually swaggering and flashy red cloak. Whirled away.

No one dared to turn their backs on the three masters, no one dared to turn their backs on the three god-transforming monks surrounded by their hands searching for souls, chasing the enemy in front of them, and slowly crazy demon birds around them. Taking a step back, the three of them have made the most thorough defense at this moment, even if the opponent appears silently by their side like before, they are not afraid.

Endure and pay so much to get such a good opportunity, if they can't catch it, they vainly claim to be cultivators.

"Kill!"

There was no time to cast a powerful spell, and the three of them launched a bombardment in the fastest way possible. Full of anticipation, he looked at the target, and his expression suddenly froze.

"It can't be!"

The old woman hissed and shouted. The voice is sharp, the expression is poignant, and the eyes are full of incomprehension and disbelief. At this time, she was like a yellow-faced woman who found out that her husband had stolen for ten years, lost all her family property, and even lost her dowry, and became crazy out of despair.

The red cloak rose like flames, but compared to the red glow released from that figure. It looked so ordinary and dim, a red band of light stretched out across the air, starting from the slope and ending at the group, and in the line of sight, thousands of ghost owls fluttered their wings and flew away in all directions, just like a young wolf kissed by a fierce lion, so panicked. It's so embarrassing, it's incredible.

Thirteen Lang's cultivation is limited, and he has not been able to appreciate the essence of the true spirit fire, but the breath contained in those flames cannot be faked, and it is the authentic golden crow fire that can no longer be authentic. Ghost owls can not be afraid of humans, they can not be afraid of beasts stronger than them, but they can't be afraid of this king of birds, even the phoenix has to give three points of the flame supreme!

Three streamers chased after each other, and bombarded the cloak that made people laugh, giving a feeling that is not easy to describe, as if someone had raised a torch and jumped into a deep pool with the courageous attitude of "burning the sea dry", but there was no snort.

The cloak shook and shook, as if in response to Sanxiu in this way that nothing had happened.

"This is for, for, weishenme?"

The old man's withered lips trembled vigorously, wondering if he was dreaming. The two people around him stared blankly, staring blankly at the figure rushing into the darkness, easily grabbing the monk who had been poisoned to the point of half-death by the horde. Subsequently, he did not retaliate after being attacked by the three of them, but abandoned the prey in both hands, pressed the head of the strong monk with one palm, and searched for the soul again.

"Why is he so fond of soul searching? What is he looking for? Does he understand something? In that case, it's not a bad thing. ”

With a stomach full of jealousy, the three masters looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of joy in each other's eyes.

If you want to make chaos between the spirits and demons, and even the four-party alliance, the key lies in two words: believe. For example, a demon hunter told the upper spiritual level: You are being used by the demons, etc., there is no doubt that the other party will only think that he is farting.

The young man in front of him didn't know where he came from, but it was obvious that he was looking for some clues through soul searching. Does this mean that even if the three of them don't do anything and say nothing, the other party will be able to determine and judge? And does it mean that in the next thing, he does not have to kill them, but can leave his life behind, or even be able to

Talk about it?

In the surprise, the mood of the three people changed again, and they looked at this battle from different angles.

"Daoyou"

The old woman raised her head and was about to speak, but suddenly found that the expression of Thirteen Lang, who was reading the memory, changed suddenly, and the streamer under her feet flashed into the air, rushing back to the battlefield at a faster speed than before, and the big sleeves rolled up the pleasant tooth wood, and the bloodied Ran Bu was shocked, and disappeared like a flight.

"What's wrong?" the old woman looked puzzled, and the two people around her looked confused.

"Ahh

An intermittent roar woke everyone up, and the cliffs on three sides suddenly shook, as if they were carrying a whole piece of sky, and the trembling was difficult to support.

"Sky Fox decomposes blood, swallows the moon!"

(To be continued......)