Suddenly, nine black flames flashed out from Chu Tian's body in the distance and quickly merged into one. With just a flicker, they appeared on the altar and transformed into the body of High Priest Moro Ke!
Moroko's face was pale. After standing on the soul-calling altar, he quickly turned his head and took a look. He found that the gray vortex used to absorb soul fragments had completely stopped, and no more soul fragments fell from the sky.
The four Xiao Tenglongs who were tied to the pillars were obviously dying, their breaths were extremely weak, and they seemed to have only one breath left.
"snort!"
Moro Ke's face was gloomy and he snorted coldly. He instantly understood in his heart that the burning souls in Xiao Tenglong's four bodies were no longer enough to generate powerful power to drive the gray vortex!
Fortunately, the Holy Maiden of Jitian has achieved preliminary resurrection, and all that is left is to slowly recuperate and wait for her awakening!
Soon, he raised his right foot and stepped hard. With a bang, the whole altar shook violently. Then the silver light became bright and the gray vortex disappeared immediately.
Whoosh!
The moment the gray vortex disappeared, the entire altar turned into a silver ball of light, which suddenly rushed out and rushed more than ten miles away in the blink of an eye!
"Human boy, this time you almost ruined my big event. I will spare your life for now. If you dare to enter the battlefield outside the territory again, I will definitely kill you!"
At the same time, a cold shout came faintly.
All this is a long story, but in fact it only takes a breath or two.
When Chu Tian shook his head violently to clear away all the severe pain in his brain, the silver light ball transformed from the Soul-Calling Altar had already rushed dozens of miles away.
"Want to leave?
How is it possible? If you leave, my trip will be in vain!"
Chu Tian's face turned slightly pale. After turning his head and looking around, he smiled coldly. Two colorful wings flashed out from behind his back, and then he flapped violently!
Whoosh!
In an instant, all of Chu Tian's clones merged into one, and then turned into a blur of colorful light and shadow, lightning burst out, and chased madly towards the altar of soul summoning!
For Chu Tian, his biggest purpose in entering the foreign battlefield this time is to kill the high priest Moro Ke!
Now Moroko is still alive and well. If he leaves like this, wouldn't all the power of his soul that was consumed and burned by the soul-calling altar be in vain!
Moro Ke almost made him die. If he didn't take revenge, he wouldn't be called Chu Tian!
Swish, swish, swish!
In the endless pitch-black void, the colorful wings behind Chu Tian flapped continuously. With each flap, his speed skyrocketed!
After only five or six breaths, the gap between the colorful light and shadow transformed by Chu Tian and the soul-calling altar narrowed to only a few miles!
"Damn it!"
On the altar of spiritual summoning, Moroko put his hands behind his back and looked at the colorful light and shadow from behind that was speeding up like lightning, and his face instantly became extremely gloomy.
It's not like he hasn't dealt with the young talents of the human race before, but he has never encountered a guy like Chu Tian who is so bold, ruthless and will not give up until he achieves his goal!
"Human boy, this is the base of the Jitian Demon Clan, and this is not a place where you can do whatever you want!"
After a breath, Moroko scowled, snorted coldly, raised his hand and shot several more spiritual lights towards the altar at his feet.
In an instant, the Soul-Calling Altar was filled with silver light again, and its speed increased dramatically. After turning a corner, it suddenly accelerated in another direction!
At this moment, the area where the Soul-Calling Altar is flying is the real hinterland of the Jitian Demon Clan!
Obviously, Moro Ke wanted to lead Chu Tian into the core hinterland and let some sages of the Jitian Demon Clan appear and besiege Chu Tian together!
Chu Tian saw that the soul-calling altar in front of him suddenly accelerated and changed direction, and he instantly saw through the plan of the high priest Moroko.
"hehe!"
He grinned disdainfully, held the best spirit stone in his hand, absorbed it like crazy, and at the same time started to accelerate with all his strength!
boom!
In an instant, Chutian turned into colorful lights and shadows, and lightning cut through the void. Wherever it passed, a storm swept across and roared loudly. In a blink of an eye, it rushed an astonishing seven or eight miles!
"What!"
After seeing Chu Tian's speed suddenly surged behind him, Moro Ke's face suddenly changed. His originally gloomy face suddenly became even gloomier, and he could almost squeeze out water!
In one breath, Moroko gritted his teeth slightly, and shot out a series of spiritual light seals towards the altar at his feet, desperately urging the altar to speed up his flight!
Although the speed of the Soul-Calling Altar has increased sharply again, Moroko's expression has not improved at all.
The reason why the Soul-Calling Altar can escape so quickly is mainly because when the altar was made, some escape spirit patterns were specially imprinted on it, and more than a dozen top-quality spiritual stones placed inside were used to drive it.
Strictly speaking, the Soul-Calling Altar is not a flying magic weapon. Once the top-quality spiritual stones inside are used up, the speed will drop drastically, and Chu Tian can easily catch up!
At this moment, Moroko can only hope that the Soul-Calling Altar can fly into the prosperous hinterland of the Jitian Demon Clan as soon as possible!
Even if only one or two venerable-level demon masters take action, it is enough to hold back Chu Tian behind him and create a chance for him to escape!
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, a few more breaths passed. Chu Tian kept accelerating his flight, and the distance between him and the soul-summoning altar in front had shortened to only about a hundred feet!
"Moroko, you can't escape!"
Chu Tian accelerated suddenly, and the moment the distance between the two narrowed to about a hundred feet, Chu Tian showed murderous intent and gave a cold shout. The spiritual energy in his body and the divine thoughts in the sea of consciousness immediately boiled!
Almost in the blink of an eye, countless spiritual energy surged out and quickly condensed to form a black cannon barrel. A large number of spiritual bees pupae entered and compressed crazily. The black cannon barrel instantly took on a hot red color.
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"Moroko, take a shot from me!"
The moment the compression was completed, Chu Tian gritted his teeth slightly, aimed the muzzle at Moro Ke, who was a hundred feet away, roared, and fired brazenly!
Suddenly, there was a bang and a loud explosion!
Whoosh!
A divine cannonball shot out from the hot barrel in an instant, like a light red stream of light, with a strong whistling sound, rushed through the void of a hundred feet in the blink of an eye, and slammed into Mo Luo
Ke’s sea of consciousness!
Bang!
The moment this divine cannonball rushed into the sea of Marok's consciousness, it immediately exploded violently, setting off countless terrifying storms on the spot, sweeping across, and instantly occupying the entire sea of Marok's consciousness!
"ah!!"
In an instant, a shrill scream came from Moroko's mouth.
At this moment, Moroko's face was ferocious, and blood was bleeding from all his facial features. Combined with his thin, sickly and pale face, it gave people a strong sense of horror and horror.
"cut!"
The moment Moroko was hurt, a cold drink without any emotion suddenly sounded!
Whoosh!
A dazzling red and blue sword light that was dozens of feet long suddenly appeared, and immediately slashed down with a terrifying speed beyond ordinary people's imagination!