Why is the Soul Skill so precious?

Because during a fight, once the soul is suppressed and attacked, it will be in a short period of chaos.

During this period, the degree of control over the physical body will be at its lowest point!

This is the situation of Meng Yan’s soul today.

On the other side, Chen Ping took advantage of the opportunity, and the Zhoutian Wanjue Sword Formation followed by the Cauldron Seizing Sword struck down one after another.

This is the limit of what he can do.

Countless sword energies of different colors wrapped around Qilin's feet, shining brightly.

The sword wires were tightened desperately to prevent him from moving.

With the temporary increase in Chen Ping's mana, the power of this sword formation became several times more powerful than before.

At the same time, two giant seven-color swords condensed by the sword array fell down.

Suddenly, a fierce and huge force appeared out of thin air.

It pressed down on the calf of Mo Qilin's foot, and made a "crack" and "crack" sound, as if it could be chopped into several pieces at any time.

However, this was just a momentary illusion.

The fifth-level Mo Qilin's physical body is so powerful. In addition, it has become a corpse clan, and its pure defensive power has only increased.

The Zhoutian Ten Thousand Jue Sword Formation was deployed with all its strength, but it could only make a small or medium-sized hole on the surface of its limbs.

Not even blood penetrated out.

In fact, whether it is the Coral Dharma Form or the Sword Formation, it is Chen Ping's method to weaken its strength.

The magical power that really holds the hope of fixing the world is still tightly held in his hands.

The Cauldron-Seizing Sword absorbed all the magic power of a golden elixir monk, and was blessed by the thunder method. The resulting thunder sword light has extended to more than a hundred feet long.

At the same time, the strange cold corpse energy that invaded the body was also wiped out.

From a distance, this sword seems to have just emerged from the sea of ​​thunder, and every place is filled with destructive power that people can't avoid!

A sword that was so close to the Nascent Soul cultivator was even difficult for Chen Ping to control as a spell caster.

Swinging with one arm, the physical strength was once again blessed, and the Cauldron-Seizing Sword made a quick and horizontal slash!

"呲呲!"

In the middle of the sword's radiance, the spaces were compressed one after another and filled with the vast thunder spirit power.

At this time, Meng Yan's spirit villain was being suppressed by the Coral Dharma, and his face was as red as blood.

But I could only watch helplessly as Lei Lingbao struck Qilin's feet firmly, with no time to dodge.

The Cauldron Seizing Sword carried endless lightning and slashed hard at the wound that the Wanjue Formation had just opened.

"Wow!"

Instead of the huge roar as imagined, the inconspicuous sword turned into a strange shadow.

Along the sword marks, the Qilin's feet were broken like fruits by the sword.

The centipede-like cracks start from the calf upward and extend rapidly downward.

Actually cut the complete unicorn foot in half!

There were two muffled sounds, and the bloody corpse fell to the ground.

Chen Ping gritted his teeth fiercely, and dozens of different psychic tools were inserted into the body and exploded.

He is now exhausted.

The only option was to dispose of half of the unicorn foot and let the other half fall, creating a deep pit.

"Boom!"

Countless pieces of blood fluttered and fell one after another.

A ball of green fire suddenly rushed out from the broken flesh and blood foam, and after a flash, it suddenly disappeared nearby.

The next moment, next to the remaining leg of the other half, the space fluctuated together, and green fire suddenly appeared.

There was something vaguely like a villain inside.

Meng Yan’s soul!

Chen Ping was really in despair now.

After being bombarded by three coral Dharma images one after another, this person's soul was not even close to collapse.

And his own soul was almost torn into pieces, and his aura was not as weak as that of a foundation-building monk.

"Destroy the right limb of the ancestor's corpse, and I will sacrifice it to you as a blood sacrifice!"

Meng Yan roared ferociously at Chen Ping, and his body penetrated into Qilin's stumpy leg like smoke.

The movement is so fast, just in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ping was completely powerless to stop this process.

Holding the Cauldron Seizing Sword, seven other spiritual swords are also surrounding him.

At this point in the fight, his methods have basically been exhausted.

If the half-cut unicorn leg still has good fighting ability, he has only one last way left.

By self-destructing the Thunder Lingbao and the Ten Thousand Jue Sword Formation, you might still be able to gain a slim chance of survival.

After crushing two top-quality fire spirit stones, the vigorous fire spirit power restored his condition slightly.

At this time, Meng Yan's soul regained control of Qilin's stump.

With a heavy step, he flew high into the sky.

The current appearance of this limb is quite ridiculous.

Half of the meridians fall outside.

The majestic scales also fell off, leaving only a few pieces.

"Boom!"

Half of the unicorn stepped down, and Chen Ping concentrated on directing the sword array to strike hard.

The two are separated as soon as they touch.

Then, Chen Ping's face lit up, it turned out that this Qilin Corpse was also at the end of a strong crossbow.

Its strength has been weakened many times, resulting in its attack being much weaker than before, and even worse than the ordinary Golden Elixir Dzogchen.

Moreover, when controlling the Kirin's feet, the body still swayed, as if it was out of control.

The loss of previous accuracy meant that Meng Yan's soul was also severely damaged.

Definitely a chance!

When he saw the hope of life, the ferocity in his bones was completely aroused.

The sword array covered the Qilin corpse, and the endless sword threads instantly wrapped them both.

…

On an uninhabited island, a shocking battle second only to the battle between Nascent Soul monks was taking place.

On this day, this island, which had been abandoned for who knows how long, became history.

In the void.

That half of the unicorn's feet were covered with sword wounds.

The next moment, there was a "bang" sound, and under the wanton strangulation of Qingjie Immortal Thunder and sword energy, it turned into thousands of segments.

"You brat, the abyss will not let you go!"

A nearly transparent little figure flew up from the spot and fled towards the sky with a panicked and vicious expression.

But before he could cast another spell to escape, suddenly a purple light flashed before his eyes, and a flying sword several feet long appeared strangely.

With one cut, the villain screamed and was cut in half, then disappeared into little green lights.

There is no soul smoke

Appear!

Chen Ping didn't have time to think deeply. He made a move with one hand from a distance, and the purple rhinoceros sword shot back and disappeared into his body in a flash.

Then, he put the corpse of the ancient beast clan into the storage ring and slowly sat down cross-legged.

The island sank and the water spread.

It soon reached his neck.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he is powerless.

Now it is extremely difficult for him to even perform the simplest actions of closing and opening his eyes.
To be continued...