The soul of the Southern Realm roared, like a thunderous thunder, which made people's scalp numb. A pair of fiery red eyes stared at Feng Hao.
He remained silent, just staring at Feng Hao.
"What does this mean?"
Feng Hao was puzzled. Logically speaking, he had already provoked the opponent, so he should have rushed over in anger, and was then subdued by him with brute force using the golden cudgel.
But the Southern World Spirit didn't come over at all, and seemed to want to kill Feng Hao with its eyes.
Sun Wukong looked anxious, and the other Qi Masters also looked blank, having no idea what this guy was doing.
If looks could kill a person, those sect elites who usually bullied them would have died thousands of times.
"What are you looking at? If you think the spiritual skills are useful to me, you can continue..."
Feng Hao was stared at so hard that his scalp went numb. He weighed the soul bead in his hand and said in a surprised tone: "Hey, the energy of the soul bead seems to have weakened..."
The Southern World Spirit's eyes finally changed, as if he was worried about the soul beads dissipating, he roared and turned into a cloud of fire and rushed directly towards Feng Hao.
The dust rolled up along the way obscured everyone's eyes, but Sun Wukong could see clearly with his fiery golden eyes, and his heart was moved.
The soul and body can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and they are worthy of being world spirits.
Facing the Southern Realm Spirits that were attacking frantically, Feng Hao did not act like he was ready. He shook the golden cudgel in his hand, then focused his eyes and slammed it towards the fire cloud in the sand.
go.
Tsk!
Huo Yun was whipped into two halves by the golden cudgel.
Ouch...
The pained cry of the Southern World Spirit was heard in the fire cloud, and the Sound Wave Soul was smashed in half. Although it was not broken up, it was split into two pieces. The pain of this Soul was simply unbearable.
When this kind of force is applied to the body, it is completely like scratching an itch, but when it is applied directly to the soul, it is different. It is simply painful.
"Shameless, if you have the ability to return my soul pearl, I must let you see how powerful I am..."
The Southern Realm Soul began to scream again, its soul body swayed, and its eyes became more panicked, as if it was worried that the Soul Pearl would continue to weaken.
But if you grab it hard... you can't beat it at all.
beg for mercy……
Haha, would a dignified world spirit go to a mortal to beg for mercy? Even if it kills the physical Suzaku, it is still a very powerful mortal.
Unless the Primordial Heavenly Lord comes personally to his majestic world spirit, no one can make him submissive.
Bang!
The Southern World Spirit raised its arrogant head, but soon... saw Feng Hao knocking it over with another stick. It was so frightened that it was scared to death, and it hurriedly escaped and moved several thousand meters away.
The golden cudgel hit the ground, and a crack three to four meters wide spread like a spider web. The destructive power was terrifying.
Many qigong masters were frantically pumping air-conditioning, and they didn't care about roasting the Suzaku meat. It was better to stay away from it for now.
"You are very clever. If you want the soul pearl, you can hand over a strand of your soul for my use."
Feng Hao stared at the Southern World Spirit's soul, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He could tell that the Southern World Spirit's soul was not only unbreakable, but also an existence that could not be beaten to death.
But, it hurts...
This made Feng Hao couldn't help but think that since the Southern World Spirit was selected as one of the five world spirits and had the ability to revive the heart of the world, it seemed that it should be an immortal existence from the beginning.
Otherwise, if the five world spirits in this misty land are dead, how can the Heart of the World be revived?
"Delusion!"
The Southern World Spirit snorted coldly, and the surrounding temperature dropped a bit. Fortunately, the Qi Practitioners ran far away, otherwise their bodies would have been frozen.
Feng Hao sighed and shook his head: "Then I can only beat you until you give in..."
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Feng Hao picked up the golden cudgel and swept it towards the Southern Realm Soul again.
"you……"
The soul of the Southern Realm is so angry that it is in a state of madness. Unless it can resist Feng Hao, otherwise, every blow will hit the soul for real, and the pain will really penetrate into the soul.
"I can't run away yet?"
The Southern World Spirit almost collapsed. There was no other way. He couldn't beat him again and again. He could only keep his soul from hurting like this...
Moreover, in the divine soul state, without the fetters of the physical body, it is more unrestrained, and its affinity for the power of heaven and earth is also stronger, and it can soar ninety thousand miles in one breath.
but……
When the Suzaku wings behind Feng Hao spread out, and matched with Qinglong's innate speed, they almost teleported in front of him.
And waved the golden hoop in his hand.
"..."
The soul of the Southern Realm was startled for a moment, and when it saw the stick, it was like the physical Suzaku seeing the Pangu Divine Axe, and its soul trembled.
He glared at Feng Hao with bared teeth, turned around and turned into an icy cloud again and fled far away.
At the same time, the speed is increased to the extreme.
Nan Jie Ling turned his head and looked into the distance at the same time, and found that Feng Hao's figure did not seem to be chasing him, so he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"This guy is too scary. Even if he is a world lord... But this is the prehistoric world, a world opened up by the Heart of the World. He is an outsider. How can he be so strong?"
Nan Jie Ling secretly muttered that Feng Hao's strength was very terrifying, and being able to kill the physical Suzaku was enough to prove that his cultivation was second only to the Prehistoric Heavenly Lord.
And without the soul orb, it can't even reach half of the strength of the physical Suzaku. If it is faced head-on, its soul may be broken into a schizophrenia.
The Primordial Heavenly Lord is one of the earliest creatures in the prehistoric world. He is an ancient power who has mastered the laws of the world. He can turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain. He is terrifyingly powerful.
"Are you looking for me?"
Just when Nan Jie Ling was glad that Feng Hao had not caught up, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears.
Turning his head, Nan Jie Ling saw Feng Hao flying side by side with him, gently stroking the golden cudgel with a sinister smile on his lips.
The soul of the Southern World Spirit was cold all over. It was actually a ghost body, but it was still so frightened that it trembled.
"Death..."
Nan Jie Ling gritted his teeth, suddenly changed direction, and rushed forward without hesitation with the power of his soul, his speed was more than twice as fast as before.
"Can't we catch up now?"
The Southern World Spirit breathed a sigh of relief again and turned into a human-shaped red cloud. The air wherever it passed condensed into ice and fell into hail.
And its speed is so fast that it cannot be caught by the naked eye.
"It's too slow..."
Feng Hao's voice rang out again, and Nan Jie Ling's hair almost exploded, and he looked at Feng Hao as if he had seen a ghost.
"I have a grudge against you? In the worst case, I don't want the Soul Pearl anymore. Can you just go away?"
The spirit of the Southern Realm was convinced, and it knew that it could not get rid of Feng Hao.
"You can go away, just give me a ray of your essence."
"My body has been left to you..."
"Stop it, that's for them... I don't have anything."
"..."
The soul of the Southern Realm is about to explode. When encountering such a foreign lord, it will really be bloody for eight lifetimes.
If the soul is given to Feng Hao, it will completely become Feng Hao's subordinate and can only obey orders. Otherwise, it will be destroyed even if the soul is immortal...