at the same time.
Outside the Soul Burning Holy Fire Tower.
The encirclement formed by Sun Liuliu, Yueyan and other forces has already blocked the entire Holy Fire Tower's boundary, and it is impossible for a fly to fly out.
Just when everyone was waiting for the Lu Feng to come out of the Holy Fire Tower.
The Holy Fire Tower pushed Junzishuo's body slowly transported it out of the barrier range, and randomly discarded it in the pit not far from Sun Liuliu and others.
In order to better form an encirclement, everyone had cleared a round of idle corpses, all piled up in the pit. At this moment, there was a stinking corpse in the sky, insects and flies flying, and a dirty scene of mass graves.
Seeing that Junzi Shuo, who was well-dressed and of extraordinary temperament, became a cold corpse, and was thrown into the pile of corpses like garbage. Everyone who recognized him couldn't help but look extremely complicated.
Especially Sun Liuliu, as they were familiar with each other, this scene had an impact on her as if she was hit in her heart.
The power and glorious gentleman in her impression was that even she wanted to look up to.
But now, it ends like this.
This made her feel a little unrealistic.
"How could Mr. Shuo die here?" Mu Hongyin of Mu Yun Sect looked shocked and suspicious, with a hint of fear between his eyebrows, "Did he die in the soul fire trial in the Holy Fire Tower? Or was he harmed by someone?"
When Sun Liuliu heard the words, her face, which was a little confused, suddenly became cold and smiled evilly: "He was not dead in the trial of the Soul Burning Holy Fire Tower, but was murdered by the person surnamed Lu!"
"How do you know?" Mu Hongyin replied subconsciously, then saw the cunning on Sun Liuliu's face, and couldn't help but react, and showed a wicked smile, "It's right, no matter how he died, as long as we insist, he will die in the hands of the boy named Lu!"
As he said that, he hurriedly walked away and shouted to various teams of various forces: "That kind-hearted Shura has murdered Junzi Shuo of the Jun family. Everyone, if we kill that kid this time, we will definitely win a favor from the Jun family. Don't hold back, and I will use all my strength."
"What happened?" The crowd became turbulent when they heard the words.
"I know that there are many forces that are close to the Jun family, and there are many people and strong power. I will call them here!"
Many soul masters ran away.
Originally, they were surrounded and suppressed Lu Feng, but now Jun Zishuo's death can undoubtedly attract more forces. Whether it is to take the opportunity to cling to the Jun family or to make friends with the Jun family to help with revenge, I am afraid that I will not miss this opportunity.
Sun Liuliu's face was full of pride, which was helpful. She believed that if they were not too late, their momentum of encirclement and suppression of the alliance would be more than doubled.
No matter how good Lu Feng has, he will never be able to leave alive!
...
A mountain not far from the Soul Burning Holy Fire Tower.
After receiving the spy's reward, Junziya showed a meaningful smile on her face after knowing that Junzishuo was dead.
"Since they insisted that it was his doing, then I, who is my sister, naturally have to do my part."
Junzi Ya looked at Su Wangyao on the side with fun, "Old Su, let's go and help them get angry."
"Remember, surround and not kill!"
"I want to live!"
Su Wangyao quickly took the order and bowed to the old man beside Junziya: "Protect the lady."
She was a little biased in her heart and did not stand completely on Junziya's side. She thought that one day if Junzishuo was in charge of Jun family, she would have some room for maneuver and would not be killed as a hostile person.
Now that Jun Zishuo has died, she has no choice and does not want Jun Ziya, the backbone, to have any accidents.
"Don't worry, no one can break Uncle Yan's formation. With him there, I'm fine."
The gentleman's elegant words of trust immediately made the look of the old man beside him softer.
...
Inside the Soul Burning Holy Fire Tower.
After Lu Feng solved Junzishuo, he used his last remaining strength to disperse Guixu's anger.
This time, thanks to the help of the black shadow soul puppets in the Spirit Soul Formation, he replaced the risk of his own soul power being wiped out by the vortex to a certain extent, avoiding a life-and-death situation and not ending up with the same death.
But even with the power of many soul puppets to replace him, Guixu was so domineering that his own soul power still inevitably hurt the origin and the damage was very serious.
If he had hurt the enemy a thousand times and had to hurt himself for eight hundred times, he would have suffered at least four or five hundred times. This kind of damage is irreversible. Practices such as the Twelve Lotus Soul Art can only restore the consumed soul power, but cannot make up for the damage from the original source at the soul level.
If there is no special opportunity to protect him in the future, he will probably take at least half a year to recover with his strong recovery ability.
This fundamental damage also caused many subsequent joint reactions.
The first thing he was to be unable to re-enforce the remaining murderous intents surrounding him. Even if he carefully successfully introduced them into the spiritual spirit formation, he could only maintain a half-open state. Once he had another murderous intent or had a fight with someone, he would definitely not escape the murderous intent of Yingxin and become possessed by the murderous intent.
At present, he has already entered the situation of demons with half his feet.
What's even more serious is that because the soul's origin was damaged and the soul's power was greatly consumed, he was obviously imbalanced in the ban on the last spiritual soul array. He was unable to perfectly control and suppress, and was already on the verge of breaking the seal.
Similarly, if you consume it, you will definitely be incontinent.
By then...
Lu Feng was a little panicked and dared not think deeply.
What kind of disaster will a demon who is immersed in the will of murder and loses his mind and is poisoned by the 100-day paradise of the Pure Land?
But, think about the benefits.
As long as he can survive this level, wait until his soul's origin is healed and his soul's power is restored, he will definitely be able to properly handle the soul formation that blocks the killing intention.
At that time, as long as the poison of the Hundred Days of the Pure Land is solved, his life will be threatened, and the hidden dangers will be eliminated.
After the absorption and refining of the two qi of the extreme yin and the yang energy, Lu Feng also had the idea of ​​dealing with this kind of toxicity. As long as the yin and yang energy are successfully integrated in the future, it should be no longer necessary to combine the yin and yang among the same realm as the rumors have to eliminate it. At least, the number can be greatly reduced.
Therefore, now is his last difficulty.
Just restore the lost part of the soul source.
Then he is - the future is promising!
...
Lu Feng calmed down and looked at the countless soul fires that could not be seen at first in the environment he was in. Thinking about the way to break through the barrier mentioned by Junzishuo, he sighed.
With this state, I don’t have more energy to sense the aura of the chaotic true fire level.
This eighth floor space is destined to be unable to reach it.
Lu Feng felt regretful and was about to find a way to leave the Soul Burning Holy Fire Tower, but suddenly his expression trembled and shrank back in fear.
I don’t know if it was his illusion, but at this moment, the thousands of soul fires around him seemed to be staring at him.
It felt like I was staring at the wolf pack that had been hungry for several days and nights, making people's scalp numb.
Sour Sour-
As Lu Feng was surprised, the countless soul fires gathered around him suddenly spontaneously moved, circling freely, and the speed became faster and faster.
In a trance, countless flame stars seemed to have formed, rotating rapidly with him as the center.
‘This scene…’
Lu Feng was stunned, "Why does it seem like Guixu's anger exerted the vortex transformed?'
Looking at the thousands of soul fires around him, gradually gathering together and derive into a huge and boundless vortex.
Lu Feng couldn't help but be convinced of the thought in his heart and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Could it be that these soul fires should also be swallowed up like Jun Zishuo?
Lu Feng realized the danger that he was in the middle of the vortex at the moment and wanted to escape, but as he took a step, he was shocked to find that the surrounding soul fire vortex would move with him, always surrounding him in the central area.
Before the panic spreads in my heart.
The moment when thousands of soul fires melted into vortexes, they suddenly separated the original powers of hair like hair with the rapid rotation. With the blessing of terrifying speed, these original powers were like sharp arrows, shooting towards his soul one by one.
Lu Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, trying to dodge and escape, but the muddy momentum in the center of the vortex made him seem to have taken root and unable to move at all.
Seeing the sharp arrows coming, Lu Feng felt that his soul seemed to be suffocating, and his whole body became extremely stiff.
While concentrating, the severe pain was already done to attack the body, and the pain of the soul being penetrated came.
But when those sharp arrows penetrated their bodies and penetrated into their souls, what they came was not the inhumane pain, but just a subtle sense of itching.
The next moment, strange red lights attached to the surface of his life soul like silk threads.
Lu Feng felt a little nervous.
This scene was the most familiar to him, and a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
Soon, countless soul fires followed him under this whirlpool frenzy. An armor woven from thousands of souls turned into silk threads appeared on his soul at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lu Feng felt an indescribable warmth, as if under this armor of ten thousand fire, nothing in the world could hurt him.
Feeling the complicated auras coming from the soul fire armor, it is so familiar and friendly.
As the mind moved, Lu Feng felt a faint feeling, as if he could control all the heavenly soul fire here naturally.
Unspeakable wonder!
It’s just a pity that the Soul Fire Armor did not have any recovery effect on the original soul power he had lost.
It seems that it is just a matter of understanding and sensing of the soul and fire, and its influence on the soul itself is limited.
The vortex started very quickly and dispersed very quickly. When the spirits were stunned, the surroundings were once again sinking into darkness, and then a series of soul fires hang out in the four fields again.
If Lu Feng hadn't felt the true meaning of the soul fire, he would have thought that it was just a dream before his death.
It took me a long time to get used to it.
Feel the countless auras of soul fire on the body...
It took Lu Feng half a day to barely sense and select the aura of the chaotic true fire level from it.
Following the method mentioned by Jun Zishuo, he scattered it and scattered it to all directions.
Waited for a moment.
But there was no movement.
The entire space is still dead, with no teleportation channel or portal left.
"His he plotted against?"
Lu Feng subconsciously flashed a hint of doubt, but thinking about such a scene, Jun Zishuo did not need to make a fuss about such things.
Or is there any mistakes in the news about the trial here obtained by the Jun family?
Even Junzishuo didn’t know how to break through here and enter the eighth floor space?
Just as I was thinking, a strange scene suddenly happened in front of me.
I saw a long horizontal line in the turbid darkness ahead, and a little soul fire floated in the air.
The moment the long horizontal appeared, Lu Feng noticed the movement and was almost portrayed from left to right under his sight. The scene seemed to be outlined out of thin air with an invisible huge brush.
The strokes are sonorous and powerful, as if they are directly employed as ink with supreme power, invisible and colorless, but they are different from ordinary spiritual energy. They are directly presented in the air with traces of white ripples and ripples.
At first glance, it feels like this stroke is falling, and the spiritual energy in that area is cut into nothingness, leaving only that stroke in the air, and no other thing can get close to it.
And as this horizontal appearance appeared, countless soul fires suddenly became restless in the entire space, and they kept flashing and jumping as if they sensed something, looking very excited.
Even Lu Feng himself, under the stroke of staring at the slightest stroke, had an impulse to lean over, and invisibly, it seemed like a magic power was attracting him.
call--
With countless soul fires spontaneously approaching.
The invisible long horizontal line suddenly ignited a rolling flame, hanging high above the dark sky, looking extremely beautiful and charming.
Under the fire, Lu Feng's desire to get close to him was even stronger. In the dark, he seemed to be dedicating all the true meaning of the soul fire that he had learned before to that long line.
Since the appearance of that long horizontal line, everything he sensed became extremely small and insignificant.
‘Is it the key to breaking through this level that lies in this long horizontal line?’
Lu Feng felt sad in his heart, and he realized that long-term decisions did not appear for no reason, but should be linked to the trial here.
Just thinking.
In the turbid darkness, another strange movement came.
It still has inexplicable strokes, but it is no longer long horizontal lines, but several dots of different sizes.
Like the long horizontal line, after these small dots appear, a lot of soul fire gathers together and a fiery red stroke outline is ignited.
After a few more small dots, the strokes did not stop, and new strokes still evolved, sometimes slanting and sometimes slanting.
As many strokes appear, looking back at the long horizontal line of the first stroke, it seems not as long as it felt at the beginning.
Lu Feng looked quietly, vaguely realizing something, looking at it, no longer showing new strokes, counting the fifteen strokes around him, he couldn't help but murmur:
‘Is this a word to piece together?’
Chapter completed!