The sound of the Ghost King's ax stopped suddenly!
After seeing Ye Xiu's eyes, it understood. It opened its mouth, and the 'axe blade' it transformed could not stop trembling.
What else can you think of?
Dao knowledge…
The consciousness of the 'teacher-level' boss was born. This kid is definitely a madman and he doesn't want to die?
Dare to have any idea, Ghost Emperor's eyes widened. Just thinking about it gave him a creepy feeling. The look he looked at Ye Xiu was a little more fearful, mixed with a little sadness.
I think back then, I could be considered the overlord of one party, and I felt like I was the boss and I was the second child.
But compared to this kid.
It's completely different. Are all the young people today so courageous?
As the ancestor who 'created' a clan, he still recognized Tian as the boss. But when it came to him, Tian would probably become the second in command. Is there anything he wouldn't dare to do?
Now it seems that teasing Xi and the Demon Queen in the Chaos Realm is just his basic behavior.
Teach the ancestor level!
If this were in the prehistoric times, the 'saints' would be treated with utmost courtesy when they saw him, and the ordinary semi-sage demon would have to flee upon encountering him.
"How strong are these Tao consciousnesses?"
Ye Xiu frowned and asked again.
"It should...should be very strong!"
The Ghost Emperor trembled a few times, and said with a sad face: "My little master, it's better not to provoke them. The methods of the ancestors are unparalleled, and we are definitely not able to provoke such terrifying existences that can be on par with saints."
It really wants to cry.
What kind of evil did I commit in my previous life to take the initiative to get involved in this scourge? What's the use of caring about how strong they are and what they do?
You are just going through a period of calamity. When you meet those big guys at the sect level, even a single thought is enough to make you doomed without even using your fingers.
Apparently, it doesn’t know either…
Ye Xiu's eyes were still changing. He tightened his grip on the Ghost Emperor's ax and looked at the figures of the 'Dao Consciousness' without speaking for a long time. He was also thinking in his heart, are these things really powerful?
He doesn't think so. Even though the word 'teacher level' sounds very bluffing, these ghost things born from the rules are not necessarily very powerful.
Why do they jump out?
Is it to protect the long rivers or is it something else?
Ye Xiu didn't bother to pursue it. It didn't mean much. They were already ready to fight. Can they still reconcile?
In his opinion, the 'Dao consciousness' of these sect-level leaders should not be strong, or not too strong. Compared with their clones, they are far behind. Otherwise, he would have already chopped so many pieces into pieces.
Their weak rules have even broken several avenues several kilometers wide. They really must be that powerful.
There is no need to wait until now to show up. The current concern is whether my Shaman Soul can kill these Dao Consciousnesses. Although I don't think it is too powerful in my heart, in the final analysis, this is the stuff of the patriarch after all.
Be careful.
The boat may capsize at any time.
"Made, no matter how many there are, life, death, wealth and honor are all in the sky, and we are already standing on the road. If we don't stop them and run away, we won't be willing to do it. Let's give it a try first. I really can't run away again.
It should be too late..."
Ye Xiu gritted his teeth and his eyes became colder. He looked at the Daoist who was the fastest and said with an indifferent expression: "If you want to ruin my opportunity, it depends on whether you have the ability."
"Bury the dragon, kill."
boom!
Ye Xiu roared loudly, gripped the Ghost Emperor's ax tightly, jumped up, and rushed towards the 'Dao Consciousness'. This was not a physical body, but the power of the Shaman Soul, which should not be underestimated. He only heard a dragon roar of 'Ang'.
A loud sound swept out from the Ghost Emperor's axe.
The luster of an ax blade.
He slashed at the 'Dao Consciousness'. Just as he expected, these ghosts looked stupid and stupid. They were just a little more conscious than the previous beasts. Others were the same as before, without any clones.
Some of his flexibility is far inferior to his puppetry. The latter has already pounced on him, but he still maintains an offensive posture.
"Young master, you can't kill me."
Ghost Emperor Ax's face changed wildly, and he exclaimed in alarm. He wanted to struggle, but was suppressed by the Shaman Soul and was completely unable to move. He could only watch his figure helplessly, slashing towards the Dao Consciousness.
"Pfft!"
The ax blade cuts down.
There is no suspense. The seemingly powerful 'Dao Consciousness' was actually cut into two halves.
It instantly disintegrated into soul mist.
The avenue under its feet was also trembling violently, and the Ghost King Ax was also frightened by this scene. He was not surprised at his destructive power, but was frightened that Ye Xiu had really chopped up a Taoist consciousness, that kind of instinctive fear of the patriarch.
, making it tremble uncontrollably.
"These Taoist consciousnesses are not condensed by rules, but the breath of the soul of life?"
Ye Xiu said in surprise, before he had time to think about it, he saw his Shaman Soul, and almost instinctively stretched out a hand to grab the soul mist that was about to collapse.
The Shaman Soul is huge!
Even in the long river of the avenue, which is nearly a hundred meters high, a palm instantly covered the soul mist. Compared with those rules, this is the purest energy. Before the Ghost Emperor Ax could react,
Two-thirds of the soul mist has penetrated through the pores of the 'Shaman Soul', and the Shaman Soul, which was originally washed away a little dim, solidified in the blink of an eye.
Even his height has increased significantly.
"This... soul mist can also nourish the shaman soul?"
Ye Xiu's eyes moved slightly. Although he still didn't know what benefits he could get from absorbing these things, it didn't stop him from seizing the opportunity. His expression suddenly condensed, and he started running the "Immortal Art" directly.
"It's over, we're dead, woo, woo... Little master, if you kill this Dao Consciousness, the master behind it will definitely not give up. That is a sect leader, comparable to a saint. When the time comes, even if we
Hiding in Chang'an City will not help, and the unfathomable His Majesty the Human Emperor may not even be able to protect us."
The Ghost King Ax began to wail.
"These soul mists should be the purest life soul supplements in the world. Why don't you give it a try?"
Ye Xiu "tsk", "tsk" a few times, turned to look at it, and didn't care about its cries and howls, but asked directly.
"How pure... am I?"
Ghost King Ax asked weakly. He seemed to be tempted by the 'pure' and 'life soul' supplements. Now it can only be regarded as a soul weapon. For the improvement of strength,
It's almost to the point of being extreme. Otherwise, as the founder of the clan, how could he hang out with that young man from the Kui family? Anyone who wants to save face would probably not be able to take the step of surrendering his status and accepting humiliation.
obviously…
It's the Ghost King Ax, and he's not the kind of person who cares about face.