The original picture of the saint was not in a very good condition. After using the spell-blood thunder just now, the last trace of Yang Qi in the soul has been exhausted.

Now, after being plotted by Zen Yinsha in the sky bow, he lost his mind for an instant. Wang Tong took advantage of his unpreparedness, and the soul vortex bombarded his weak spot again!

The moment the soul vortex appeared, the soul of the original image of the saint was absorbed into the vortex.

"The soul turns into spirit, settle down!"

At this moment, the original picture of the Saint showed the true strength of the Thunder Tribulation powerhouse. Suddenly, there was a pressure deep in his soul thoughts, which pulled the soul into his body again. At the same time, his body surged with

An aura that only a strong martial saint can have!

He merged all his soul with Qi and blood!

Just when he suppressed his soul back to the magic stick, the nine fallen arrows flew up again, piercing his body directly!

The body of the original image of the saint fell on the carpet, and a stream of blood mist surged out of the body, turning into a hot wind and escaping into the distance.

Wang Tong's soul vortex absorbed more than half of the hot wind, and the remaining half broke away from the soul vortex and flew towards the distance.

"Boom!"

Thunder fell from the sky and landed on the soul that the saint wanted to escape from in the original picture.

Completely shatter the last piece of his soul!

It was the Zen Silver Sand that moved the Immortal Capital Yuheng and released the thunder within it.

"Isn't this a clean death? After surviving a thunder tribulation, do you think you are immortal?"

Before his broken soul could be re-condensed, Wang Tong did not dare to stay here anymore. The power of the surrounding lightning was too terrifying, and he was worried that he would be accidentally injured.

Wang Tong felt that the remaining thoughts of the saint's original picture came to the magic-blood flying carpet in an instant, wanting to enter the crystal stone that sealed the blood of the evil god. As long as he fused the blood of the evil god, he could recover again.

My own soul.

How could Wang Tong let such a thing happen? If he were allowed to recover, he might not even be able to kill the original figure of the saint even if he and Chan Yinsha teamed up.

He waved his hand and took the crystal away!

Wang Tong felt that this drop of blood contained a strong will and a certain degree of cultivation experience.

Wang Tong even had an idea to fuse the drop of evil god's blood into it himself.

However, this impulse was quickly suppressed by him.

The great formation in the Wuji Arrow is now functioning, absorbing all the thoughts and thoughts of the souls and souls in the surrounding void into the great formation.

"Destroy King Ming! Burn the soul!"

Wang Tongguan came up with the idea of ​​destroying King Ming, and burned the ingested soul fragments cleanly, and the thoughts on those treasures were also burned.

"Wrap!"

Wang Tong shouted loudly, and the carpet immediately formed a huge package shape in the void, wrapping all the corpses of the four ghost immortals and the saint Yuan Tu.

At this time, Wang Tong discovered that the bodies of the four great ghost immortals of the Witch Ghost Path had almost become an empty shell. At this time, because they consumed too much during the fight, they reached a state of exhaustion.

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However, for the sake of caution, Wang Tong still used Soul Blockade on these people.

"The soul in the sky bow has not been completely eliminated!"

The Zen Silver Sand faced the King's Passage, and all the souls of the outside world and the magic weapon were wiped out.

"Can't it be completely destroyed for peace?"

Wang Tong was a little confused.

"It is not easy for a thunder tribulation master to completely disappear from the world. If you absorb it, a trace of his thoughts will exist in your soul, and you may fight back one day!"

"We keep his soul, and it must be refined before it can be absorbed. When the time comes, the soul will be greatly improved!"

Zen Yinsha said, between her eyebrows, there was a look of excitement that was difficult to conceal.

This time their harvest was really great!

But while she was excited, she was still feeling whether there were any other spirits lurking or peeping within a ten-mile radius.

Now they have obtained the Qiankun cloth bag, which contains a powerful pure Yang aura, which is easy for others to detect.

The two of them have not yet learned how to hide the aura of Qiankun Bag.

"Let's go find Monk Jinren quickly and ask him to help us hide the breath of Qiankun Bag!"

Wang Daotong, he packed up the things around him and rushed towards the grove that he had agreed with Monk Jinren before.

The battle in the main city had returned to calm, and Wang Tong fell directly into the small woods.

As soon as he landed, Monk Jin Ren jumped out.

Wang Tong didn't even feel his aura at all, but this was not a strange thing. Martial Saints generally have their own special methods of aura control, and can even disguise themselves as a lifeless stone!

"Did you snatch the Qiankun bag back so quickly? Give it to me quickly, my blood can cover up the aura on it for three hours. After every three hours, I need to drip blood on it again!

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Monk Jinren said, he seemed to have smelled the breath of Qiankun Bag.

Wang Tong did not hesitate at all and handed the Qiankun bag directly into the hands of Monk Jin Ren.

Chan Yinsha wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Wang Tong.

"Don't worry, this thing originally belongs to the Dazen Temple! And we have gained a lot this time. Even if we don't have the Qiankun Bag, the trip is worthwhile!"

After Monk Jin Ren glanced at Wang Tong, blood seeped out directly from between him and dripped on the bag.

Wang Tong felt that after Monk Jinren's blood dripped on the bag, the pure Yang power on it seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment.

After finishing this matter, Monk Jinren handed the Qiankun bag back to Hao Tainan's hands.

"Why don't you take this thing away? Isn't it the treasure of your Dazen Temple?"

Wang Tong asked calmly.

"You two can join forces to kill the original figure of the saint. I am no match for you, and you have practiced the past and are the one who predicted the revival of the Dazen Temple. You should have controlled this bag!"

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"I will follow you from now on to help restore the Great Zen Temple!"

Monk Jinren spoke.

"Restore the Great Zen Temple?"

After Wang Tong heard this, he immediately shook his head.

"I don't believe in Buddhism, and I have no idea of ​​reviving the Great Zen Temple, but Master Jinren wants to keep me sick, so I don't have any objections."

"This is not the place to talk. Let's find a safer place to talk!"

Zen Yinsha on the side said.

"Okay, but we haven't killed the Black Wolf King yet, should we kill the Black Wolf King now?"

Wang Tongtong, after all, they had already agreed on this before setting off.

"No more killing, don't be anxious. After we practice some more later and our strength improves, it will be very simple to kill him. Moreover, his ax is in our hands. It will be very difficult to attract him out in the future.

Simple things."

Zen Yinsha said, now is the time to take the overall situation into consideration.

"Okay! Let's go back!"

Wang Tong nodded and the two of them flew up, naturally taking Monk Jin Ren with them.

Soon we left the wilderness.

"I just noticed a wave of pure Yang power, why did it disappear so quickly!"

Not long after the three of them left, a dark wind descended on the small forest where they were just now.

As soon as the sinister wind fell, it formed an old man with an unclear face.

The tone and demeanor of this old man's words were no different from those of the Golden Spider Dharma King.

"Someone is here again!"

As the old man spoke, his body turned into a gust of wind, and once again invaded the distance, completely disappearing into a piece of vegetation.

Immediately afterwards, four spirits from the sky descended here, namely Lan Yanluo, the master of the Xuantian Pavilion, Xin Yuxian, and the Black Wolf King.

"There was clearly the power of pure Yang here just now, why is there nothing now!"

After the four people landed, they also said the same thing. Just when they were confused, a voice rang out from the grass and trees nearby. Immediately, four powerful Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattvas were knocked out, and the surrounding trees were all struck by this move.

Under the bombardment, he was uprooted!

If Wang Tong were here, he would find that this master has mastered the understanding of the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva's scriptures to the extreme!

"It's the Golden Spider Dharma King!"

The four of them were all shocked. They did not expect that the Golden Spider Dharma King was hiding here, and they were not aware of it at all!
To be continued...