Fanmoke said in surprise, "Soul Curse, who are you disciples?"

Soul curse prayer is the soul defense exerted by the soul-sensing ancestor.

Often, it is best for the disciples and relatives whom Lao Tzu loves.

It is precisely to prevent these people from killing other soul-stricken ancestors from using divine thoughts. Of course, if the soul-stricken ancestor wants to kill them, they will have a soul curse and pray, which will never stop them.

To put it bluntly, the greater effect of this soul curse is the target. As other soul-sensing ancestors have shown that this person is covered by the soul-sensing ancestors, please let it go.

"The family teacher and his surname are the emperor."

"My teacher, Daoyan."

Zhou Daogan and Xue Muhua bowed together to salute.

The Soul-Sheng Ancestor was so powerful that he did not dare to take advantage of the Soul-Sheng Ancestor.

"It turns out that they are all disciples of the old monsters."

Fanmoke replied, moved his eyes to Xu Yi's face, and said coldly, "Who is you?" He was actually extremely surprised.

Just now, the soul thought he released was a sexual attack, with the idea of ​​killing all the ants.

The two juniors in the field relied on the soul curse and prayed by the Soul-Sense Ancestor to block the soul-minded attack. Fanmoke didn't realize anything was strange, but the guy leaning against the corner of the wall was safe and sound under the soul-minded thoughts he released, which was a big violation of common sense.

First, this person has no sign of praying for the soul curse. Second, if this person is the soul-sensing ancestor and blocks the divine thoughts with divine thoughts, he will definitely have obvious perceptions.

But the fact is that his soul thoughts emanate and burst into the man's spiritual platform, like a mud cow entering the sea, without a trace.

How strange this is.

"It turns out it is Mr. Fanmo Kefan. I am Wuyazi, and I am polite."

Xu Yi calmly hugged his fists.

As for how things have come to this point, he has long since lost his way out. As for how Fanmoke, the Soul-Sense Ancestor, got here, he is too lazy to explore. One step is one step. Fortunately, he blocked the starry sky pattern in time and relied on himself, so he would not be afraid of temporary life and life.

"Wuyazi, the little thief is a cunning person, but the surname Fan is not a good person. It is best to watch the changes and quickly recover your spirits."

Zhou Daogan was self-conceived, and was alert to Fanmoke, and was too lazy to expose Xu Yi's lies.

"Wuyazi, who is this?"

Fan Moke's heart flipped, and his eyes moved to Xue Zihan, the only one remaining person in the field. When he saw the bright light, he knew that his soul thought was blocked by the strange array. He was about to withdraw his sight. His eyes passed through the corner of the starry sky pattern behind Xue Zihan, and blurted out, "Dark Mountain, there is a Dark Mountain here."

Xu Yi, Zhou Daogan, and Xue Muhua were all shocked. No one expected that the starry sky pattern would be the legendary Dark Mountain.

"It's a pity that the energy was exhausted and it became a mountain of death."

Fanmoke moved his footsteps and gradually saw the overall appearance of the starry sky pattern. Unexpectedly, his sighing sounded like a lark holding his throat, rapidly rising and sharp, "Jiang Card, my God, this is a World Card, as many as three."

Even though Fanmoke's cunning and cold state was finally unable to help but lose his composure at this moment.

As the soul-stricken ancestor, Fanmoke has encountered and heard in the long process of his life, which is far more diverse than others.

Even this dark mountain is hard to meet, he has experienced it several times, and he knows a truth more than others, that is: it is easy to meet a dark mountain, and it is hard to find a realm card. If there is no realm card, the mountain will come out of the darkness.

The first sentence of this sentence is easy to understand, but the second sentence explains the importance of the realm card. The so-called darkness is the soul returning to the darkness.

As the Soul-Surviving Ancestor, although he has mastered the power that is hard for others to find, he also endured great sorrow that is difficult for others to know.

In the middle of the soul-sensing stage, it becomes a natural barrier, wasting time and blood, and endured the crushing of the wheel of time that was clearer than anyone else. That kind of sorrow is like an old man knowing his own limits, and the long years turned into endless waiting for death.

Therefore, every time the dark mountain appears, there will always be soul ancestors, or strong condensation people, fighting to the death. Even if they know that there is no realm card and mistakenly enter the dark mountain, they will most likely be torn to pieces by the huge power of time and space, and they will fight to the death.

In their opinion, even if there is only one chance, fighting for life is like waiting to die.

And those who are extremely intelligent and have a broad mind and ambition are always moved and endure. In order to find the dark mountain and hit the dark mountain, Fanmoke, the Emperor of War, Jiang Baiwang and others are all in this category.

Why are hundreds of thousands of practitioners in Dayue who only have less than the number of Soul-Shenhun Ancestors left? It is not that the level of practice is too difficult, but that whenever the dark mountain is opened, it will always turn into the cemetery of Soul-Shenhun Ancestors. All those who can survive to this day are tenacious people.

But he was still tenacious and unyielding. When he saw the Anshan and the Realm Card appear together, he still lost control uncontrollably.

In an instant, Fan Moke threw away all his thoughts, and his body disappeared from place like light smoke. The next moment, he appeared in front of Xue Zihan. A pair of white jade-like flesh palms weaved a cloud like a butterfly. In an instant, a storm composed of inexplicable gas shone with golden light and blasted towards Xue Zihan.

Xue Zihan's flower face was fading and subconsciously activated the Fire Phoenix Shield. The red light of the Fire Phoenix Shield was not fully activated. The terrifying storm of Fanmoke's operation had already hit the formation. One blow fell, and another blow started. In a blink of an eye, Fanmoke made thirteen consecutive blows.

The violent attack instantly formed a terrifying shock wave and a huge sound. In order to win the world card, Fanmoke brought the terrifying power of the Soul-Sense Ancestor to the extreme, and collided like a rocking mountain, rushing Xu Yi, Zhou Daoqian, and Xue Muhua all rushed out.

The terrifying sound kept compressing the air, which made the three of them look like earth.

The terrifying attack that destroyed the sky and the earth came like thunder and went like a vast ocean. Fanmoke stopped and looked closely. The formation formed by the bright light was still shining brightly, as if it was not even a little loss.

Fanmoke was still shocked, and there were continuous golden lights flashing again, and five figures were now in the hall.

The figure settled, but saw Zhou Daoqian with sincerity on his face, quickly stepped forward, kneeled down to the ground, and cried to a middle-aged man with bright eyes, "The unworthy disciple worships his master, the young sect leader, the young sect leader, he has ascended to the immortals heroically."

This man is the Emperor of War, and the remaining four are King Jiang Bai, Zhuge Shennian, Yao Junchi, and Mu Shentong.

The six soul-sensing ancestors who broke into the temple gathered here.

It is said that there are quite a wonderful opportunity for six people to enter this hall.

At that time, the Emperor of War, King Jiang Bai, Fan Mo Ke, and Mu Shen Zhi were deceived by Zhuge who lost his capital and wanted to make a splash with Yao Junchi, who wanted to make a mistake, and lured into the temple.

Six talents broke into the tomb of the ** and left the scoring military pavilion. They encountered the entrance of the Demon Hunting Valley. They went through a lot of hardships, but found it was difficult to enter.

The experienced Zhuge Shenning had already asked everyone to make a vow that they could not fight each other. Although they knew that most of them had been deceived, the Emperor Zhan and others had to grit their teeth and endure it, and they had to rely on Zhuge Shenning to break the formation.

In this way, the six people searched everywhere in the temple for the weaknesses that Zhuge Shennian said. This search took several hours. However, how powerful the builder of the Spirit should be? He had weaknesses. How could Zhuge Shennian and others find it?
Chapter completed!