"Very good!" Seeing such a small victory, Mr. Johnny couldn't help but shout.

But I never dared to relax. I thought that like the first time, the dispersed soul power would turn into a turbulent soul power, and the impact would be quite large.

But I was wrong. After the first sledgehammer cracked, Patel roared wildly, and the broken soul power began to condense again. Patel actually wanted to regain his soul power! But at the same time, dense needle lights appeared next to me again.

It turns out that each other's ideas are the same. This is not an encounter. Just knock the opponent down in one round. This is simply a tug-of-war, comparing who can hold on until the end.

I could probably expect Patel to fuse the Soul of Kunlun, but it is unknown whether there is any one who can merge with the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts. I don’t know what Patel has done specifically. After all, Mr. Johnny has not said it in detail, but no matter what, its soul power should be stronger than us, even if it is sealed.

My only advantage against Patel is my skill in using soul power. I am destined to fight a war that wins more with less, and all I can rely on is skills.

‘Peng’’ ‘Peng’’, the second batch of needles floating beside me shot towards Patel’s sledgehammer again. After the first batch of needles exploded, Patel’s four giant hammers were broken once, but they were all reunited. This was the second head-on finale

Wuya's soul is still burning. Accompanied by our fierce battle, Huigener's solemn and compassionate chanting, more and more wronged souls bound by Wuya's soul are dissipating, and Wuya's own soul has begun to become dimmer and the originally beautiful suffocating face has begun to blur.

During this process, Patel and I fought three times. My forehead was covered with cold sweat. I kept making gestures three times in a row. It was a huge burden for my whole body. My friends around me were not much better. Each of them looked strangely pale. This was a manifestation of the power of my body being exhausted. From the power surging to my body, I could tell that it was no longer like a surging river like the beginning, but turned into a tiny stream.

This was the result of my most efficient technique! The situation became a bit bad, but it is gratifying that Patel's soul power could not be without any loss. On the contrary, the sledgehammer he condensed no longer had the momentum of the previous one and was much smaller. Obviously, it was also very depleted in the collision with us.

The fog in the deep pool has become very faint. This is the dissipation of the wronged souls one after another. There are only a dozen scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered scattered in the world?

At the same time, needles appeared around me again. Compared with the previous few times, these needles were much less sparse. After all, there was not much soul and mental power available.

The sledgehammer that Patel condensed this time also became a little blurred, without the solid posture, and was covered with cracks, so it was a little powerless.

Can the battle situation be decided only by a few collisions?

Huigener's voice of salvation continued, and one after another of the wronged souls continued to disappear. My mood was inexplicably heavy. I had an illusion that this was the beginning. If this was the beginning, would the whole battle situation seem to be a bit of a desperate situation? What should we do next?

My head hurts a lot, but I can't stop. Compared with other magics, needles are the most soul-saving and the best attack effect. But one disadvantage is that they are very testing the mental power of the caster. After all, I have to control so many needles. My dependence on the mental power provided to me by everyone, but even so, excessive concentration and instinctive reactions produced by the body cannot be avoided.

The fourth collision began. The collision between the two sides, whose momentum was weak, was nothing to say about this collision. It was still the result of death, but the speed was much faster than before. Because both sides were losing a lot, how long can the remaining soul power collision last?

The densely packed souls on the deep pool water have been saved by Hui Gen'er. The deep pool, which was originally covered with fog, has become clear, but it is still suppressed by the gray-black clouds, and the whistling wind is surging. It looks like such a heavy picture. The only bright color is actually the burning soul fire.

I was still pinching my hand gestures. This time my speed was much slower than before, because the cold sweat of overdrawing filled my whole body, and even the clothes on my body were soaked. When the cold wind blew, it stuck to my body sticky and greasy, making it unspeakable.

Patel's soul power, which was once again shattered, was strangely still in the air at this moment, and it did not begin its final condensation. Could it be that it had reached its lowest limit and could not continue?

The result of the matter is probably not that simple. In the deep pool, the world is suppressed, it seems like the calm before the storm is brewing.

"Myama" Mr. Johnny's voice was filled with sadness. It was obvious that the reliance of the wronged soul was completed, and Myama's soul had burned to its limit and was about to dissipate.

"I will not forgive you, no! You forced me." While Mr. Johnny's sad voice, Patel's thoughts once again echoed wildly throughout the deep pool, and my heart began to sink constantly. My spiritual sense told me that Patel had just begun to become real danger at this time. Although it is illogical to infer from the matter, the spiritual sense's prediction is indeed like this.

At this time, Huigen'er's spiritual power of reliance wrapped around Yuya for no reason. With the golden spiritual power, Yuya's white soul fire was extinguished, and her soul looked so empty. As long as an experienced Taoist person saw it, this was probably a sign of being unable to turn the world back and dissipation at any time.

If Hui Gen'er's mind power had not enclosed the soul, the next moment, Wuya's soul would have disappeared from this world.

The water surface of the deep pool surged again, not as violent as before, but it made people feel a strange and dangerous undercurrent flowing. When you look closely, there were dense crowds of underwater fish gathered together. From the inlet, I even saw more ferocious fish. Compared to the time they poured in before, this time, it was obviously larger and larger. You could even see the dense fish fins from the water surface! If a fisherman was here, he could catch a fish with just one catch. Of course, this was just my description of the density of ferocious fish!

What does Patel want to do?

At this time, I stopped pinching my hand gestures. I knew that the next time it would not be a problem that could be solved by needle-like skills. I could feel Patel's suppressed anger after the roar was like a surging volcano was about to erupt.

Brother Chengxin silently took out a bottle of pills from his cloth bag and began to distribute it to everyone. He said, "I think Chengyi is familiar with the effect of this pill. It has a strong stimulating effect and can stimulate the potential of each of us and various potentials! But just like overworking will overdraw our lives, our potential will also be overdrawn! The consequences are a bit serious. Please do your best to use your cheating technique. This problem is no longer something we can solve. Do you want to take this pill? Do you think about it?"

Cheating is what Brother Chengxin teased me, because who can compare with our masters whom I have invited from the Middle Max Art? This makes the Middle Max Art seem to be more useful than the legendary High Max Art. What if it is not cheating?

Only I know in my heart that since my Middle-April Art has changed in the underground secret room, I have completely separated from the scope of Middle-April Art. Instead, it is like the will of my master deliberately cooperating with me. No, it should not be the will of the soul, but the soul, the feeling of the residual soul!! I can't figure out what's going on, but my only reliance is now it.

I rejected the pill handed over by Brother Chengxin. It was not that I didn’t take it, but that I had better pills on me. They were left by my master and had a “perverted” effect. I took it once in the cave of Heiyan Miao Village, which left me with great sequelae. But this time I had to fight, just because last time I got the benefits of the master’s soul in the Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts. Both the soul endurance and the soul power were much stronger than before.

The subsequent battle was even more cruel. Everyone got the pills, but no one refused. Everyone understood and took the initiative to fight desperately.

"Patel, stop." At the same time, Wuya's weak thought suddenly echoed in each of us's minds again.

"Myongya"

"Myongya"

This was the same shouting between Mr. Johnny and Patel. Both of them were filled with sadness. The difference was that Patel's voice was filled with depression and tyranny.

And at this moment, I suddenly felt a strange fluctuation coming from the formation.
Chapter completed!