Cooperating with Xu Xiaoshou, there might still be some hope.

"So strong!"

Heavy pressure came from high in the sky. Just standing, Xu Xiaoshou's message box popped up:

"Suppressed, passive value, +1."

"Under attack, passive value, +1."

"Being plundered, passive value, +1."

"..."

The momentum was completely crushed.

The physical body was twisted to pieces by the divine court.

Even all of his own strengths are being lost over time.

"Buzz!"

Once the formation disk is opened, the agreement between heaven and man becomes one.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the thirty-six punishment pillars and realized that the loss of power was due to being plundered by this formation.

This formation is not only taking away one's own power, but also taking away the power of the sky.

But in fact, this is just incidental.

It was originally designed to extract the fragments of the Holy Emperor's soul and provide all the gathered power to an unknown place.

Dyeing tea?

Or, the Court of God?

"Thirty-Six Divine Punishment Soul-Draining Formations?"

Beside him, Dao Qiongcang suddenly raised his eyes.

This time, he chose to look directly at the ancestor god and only blew out two eyes, thus saving his head.

In his hand, he tightly grasped the Ancestral God Fate that Cenchofu desperately grabbed, and he kept pumping and borrowing power to make up for the loss of his holy power.

"good."

The Priest Killer behind the Xinghe desk lowered his eyes, seeming to be smiling.

He is so high that he can cover the sky, but under his gaze, those two human beings are really as small and insignificant as ants.

However, the Thirty-Six Divine Punishment Soul-Draining Formation crushed the bodies of many semi-saints, and even the soul body of the Saint Emperor tried its best to resist, but could not survive.

These two people had to persevere.

Who is strong and who is weak will be judged.

Even compared to the stupid Death-Destroying Saint Strain, in the eyes of Chou Yin, these two are still worse:

"Both of you have extraordinary knowledge and qualifications. Compared with the Holy Emperor Fengtian, you can enter the sect of our ancestor Cui Yin."

"This order is only given once. I sincerely accept the soul blood as a gift, or the god will die and the soul will be split, and it will end here."

"Thirty breaths, weigh it, and you will die when the time comes."

There was no movement of the Priest Slayer's lips and teeth, and the vast and ethereal voice sounded from all directions of the galaxy and the black hole, with heavy echoes, and the scene suddenly became filled with an endless sense of chilling.

Xu Xiaoshou's head buzzed after hearing this, and even the charge value of his disillusionment finger increased a bit.

He looked around and saw that Sang Lao, Shui Gui and other wise generals were no longer there. Their divided souls were twisting and curling up in the Thirty-six Divine Punishment Soul Draining Formation, unable to even make a sound.

He looked at Dao Qiongcang. Dao Qiongcang covered his forehead, frowning, his expression was extremely painful, and his body was trembling. He had to rely on the fate of the ancestors to hold on.

He looked at the giant behind the Xinghe desk again. He was tall, majestic, and had boundless power...

For the first time, Xu Xiaoshou felt such strong pressure!

He could easily tell that in the eyes of the Evil God Sui Yin, he and Dao Qiongtian were nothing.

It was just because he needed help from his subordinates to do some chores. The Diying Holy Strain was dead and the Fengtian Holy Emperor was not worthy, so he freed up two seats.

His arrogance, his disdain, his indifference...

It is all based on the combination of "Shen Yin Evil God" and "Priest-killing Officer Ran Ming", which is countless times more terrifying than Nashi Evil God!

In a daze, even Xu Xiaoshou had this thought flashing through his mind - from the ancestral god, he will not be humiliated, he can be a holy slave, and he is also a servant of the gods.

At this moment, Dao Qiongcang, who was wearing a lot of pain and carrying endless pressure, spoke out:

"What you got was just the dyed Dao Ying, right?"

Tao Ying?

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts came back.

Taking a look at the information column, it turns out that there are "under guidance" and "under influence" one after another.

He took a deep breath, held it again, and concentrated on it, not daring to be distracted again.

Even Dao Qiongcang can continue to calmly analyze and find the flaws of Zhen Yin under such suppressive power.

If you really want to follow suit, that will be a dead end!

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It was obvious that the evil god of evil spirits really didn't care about the two ants under his feet, so he thought to himself:

"Twenty breaths."

Dao Qiongcang fiercely grasped the ancestral god's destiny, and his whole person seemed to be reflecting back to the light before death, and he spoke faster:

"The Holy Plant of Diying has died. Is this the last Dao Infant you can use?"

"As I expected, your strength is really low after you wake up, so you need to wait for us to come over, kill the chicken in front of us, and cut off Yu Jin's soul body, right?"

As soon as he said this, Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows.

You're such a coquettish old man, you really dare to shake things, you're the evil god Ran Ming!

But when he raised his eyes to look at Ran Ming, there was still no trace of emotion on his face, and divine voices were heard from all around:

"Ten breaths."

Dao Qiongcang holds the fate of the ancestral god, and if he holds his secret, Sinan, he holds a whole pearl of wisdom in his hand, exuding the charm of intelligence.

He walked forward, his repaired eyes glinting at the thirty-six divine torture pillars, and chuckled:

"In my humble opinion, these thirty-six divine punishment and soul-absorbing formations are mainly used to maintain Ranming's divine court, right?"

"You are also poor, right?"

"Perhaps there is still some power in it to make up for the consumption caused by you passing through the initial stage of recovery and forcibly using the God-killing God's Court?"

"You can't make any big moves, right?"

The sound of evil spirit and dyeing tea reaches my ears, but I can't see any difference.

Only the God of Death's countdown sounded from time to time, putting great pressure on the two people in the Galaxy Court:

"Five breaths."

Dao Qiongcang laughed loudly, raised his eyes to the sky, and shouted loudly:

"On the 33rd level, you should have met my friends, right?"

"Shenyi's punch, doesn't it feel good?"

"Master Shou!"

He pointed at Xu Xiaoshou again.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked and felt panicked, me?

"This is a descendant of the Heavenly Ancestor, favored by the Dragon Ancestor. He has inherited the way of swordsmanship and wields a staff that is better than his master. Have you seen his explosive power and unexpectedness?"

"Have you ever thought that if you fight with me and him here, if you lose after the battle, you will really be able to hold the person you detained in the 33rd heaven?"

When Xu Xiaoshou heard the sound, his eyes gleamed and his chest puffed up.

I!

I'm very useful!

He felt that he was in a state of suffocation, and Dao Qiongtian used words to tear out a tear, and he was able to escape.

You're such a cool old man, can you still use this to surround Wei and rescue Zhao?

"Three breaths."

Dao Qiongcang heard the sound and sped up his speech, but he didn't finish it yet:

"Ancestral God List, Cao Erzhu, God's Fate Star is number one, do you remember?"

"He is not in the first heaven or the eighteenth heaven. He can only be with the gods, right?"

"I have met that child once. He is a gifted person, a genius in spiritual refining, and possesses the mysteries of thunder. When he ascended to the third realm and went to your home lair, you were also shocked, weren't you?"
To be continued...