Matthews was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Do you know why the Holy Spirit Temple has never been able to open up a situation in Qitian Continent?"
"Um?"
"Because they treat everyone in the world as fools, they are self-righteous and deceive themselves. The Holy Spirit Temple is like this, the Spirit Clan is like this, and you five idiots are like this too!"
"presumptuous!"
"You have to say it today, even if you don't. Don't think I can't cure you."
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
"Give me something shameless!"
The four soul warriors shouted angrily, with murderous intent.
Pei Yuan's face was equally gloomy, and he grabbed Matthews' neck. His pale and bloodless fingertips looked terrifying in the night. What was even more terrifying was that the sharp soul power penetrated through the fingertips and reached Matthews's body.
Brain.
"Uh-huh!" Mathews' body froze, and a shrill scream trembled out from between his teeth. It was hoarse and low, and cold sweat covered his body and soaked his clothes.
"I have a question, I'm very curious!" Pei Yuan's fingertips pierced Matthews' throat, blood flowed down the fingertips, and the soul power continued to surge, like thousands of steel needles piercing back and forth in his head, over and over again
, layer by layer, endlessly.
"Let it go!" Matthews looked pale and his face was distorted.
Click! Pei Yuan exerted force on his fingertips and misplaced Matthews' chin: "Who gave you the belief that allows you to persist until now, and allows you to dare to be presumptuous in front of our spiritual tribe."
"Faith can only be felt by flesh and blood. You sick and defective products cannot understand it." Matthews smiled dryly, and the tone of his words seemed to have changed. He raised his tired eyes and said,
Looking at the darkness in front of me, just looking at... looking at...
Huh! Pei Yuan suddenly raised Matthews high and cruelly twisted his chin with his right hand: "No matter how hard your bones are, you can't be tougher than the poison of your soul. The reason why I haven't dealt a harsh blow to you is that I haven't really obtained the vicious sword. Now,
Your usefulness has ended."
"...Long time no see..." Matthews spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and trembling due to his dislocated jaw and tingling pain in his soul, but his tone was calm and peaceful.
"Is this guy stupid??" The four Half-Saints frowned in unison.
Matthews coughed hard, and was covered in blood, and his consciousness was dizzy: "It seems that my life should not be cut off."
"I have the final say whether you should or should not. I remind you for the last time to tell you how to summon the evil sword immediately to give you a chance to survive. It is not worth risking your life for a few broken swords."
Pei Yuan's fingertips continued to exert force, and the soul fog destroyed Matthews' consciousness, as if a sharp and cold blade was ruthlessly stirring in his brain.
Matthews's consciousness became more and more unconscious, and his tired eyes gradually closed: "On the way here... I kept wondering... who could touch my heavy earth sword... It turns out... it was you who came..."
"What are you mumbling? Are you hallucinating?" Pei Yuan was slightly surprised. The poison in his soul would only cause pain and would not cause illusions, but it didn't matter. He could just take this opportunity to extract information: "Before I use more ruthless means.
, point out the location where the evil sword is hidden, and then tell you how to crack it."
"Are you... all okay..."
"Okay..." Pei Yuan was about to get angry, when a sudden echo came from the darkness: "It's okay."
"Who?" Pei Yuan was horrified, and the expressions of the four soul warriors changed at the same time. They looked around in shock. This voice was too sudden, no less than a low laugh in the cold and dark alley in the middle of the night.
The five soul warriors were fully alert, frowning and staring at the dark mist and dark forest around them.
What's going on? Who can avoid their detection and suddenly appear.
"We are all fine, except for you." The voice sounded again, from directly in front: "You are tired, rest. I will leave something alive for you, and you will solve it yourself in the future."
The voice was cold and biting, echoing in different areas, making it creepy.
Pei Yuan and the others have been trying to scare people all their lives, but today they were frightened by others because... they couldn't feel the scenery in the mist of their souls.
It is obvious that the soul mist is set up by oneself, and it should belong to their masters. Within a few miles, no disturbance can escape their feelings, but why... the soul mist clearly exists, but it seems to be out of control, and it no longer belongs to them at all.
.
This made them surprised and suspicious, as they had never encountered such a situation before.
"Hee hee." Suddenly, a soft and bone-like laughter sounded from another direction: "What a good thing, a soul creature, a great tonic. Master, the slave family must have at least one. If you are merciful and give two,
The slave family can consider dedicating themselves today. If you give three or four, the slave family will serve you every day."
"Hmph! Shameless coquettish hooves! Brother, if you don't care about her anymore, I'll take care of her for you!" A cold snort came out, again from a different direction.
"..." Inexplicable and low whispers sounded from other directions, and the air was soaked with bloody hostility, sending chills down one's spine and making one unable to help but be on full alert.
A weak candlelight lit up deep in the rainforest, swaying in the wind, but never extinguishing. It vaguely reflected a pale face, a pair of drooping black hair, and a blood-colored single garment.
Four directions, four scenes, inexplicably dangerous.
"We are surrounded?" The soul warriors were secretly surprised, and at the same time they were frightened and even more strange. They still didn't understand. How could we be surrounded silently when the mist of souls shrouded it for more than ten miles? Who can avoid the capture of souls?
?
"Don't panic, protect Matthews, and act according to my instructions." Pei Yuan quickly regained his composure. The thing that the spirit race feared the most was humans. Looking at the world, who can avoid the soul offensive?
Four demi-saints in one holy realm, working together to attack, can handle any crisis.
Want to fight your way out? No pressure.
"In my hometown, there is a saying that the wind and water take turns. In Qitian Continent, I was bullied by you, but when I arrived in this Forsaken War Realm, I suddenly discovered... I seem to have no reason to be afraid of you. It's up to you to take care of yourself.
It’s time to pay the price for being arrogant.”
Tang Yan walked out of the darkness, with a sneer on his face and scorching eyes. He held a small red doll in his hands, the size of a palm, exquisite and small, quirky, wrapped in red and white fluorescence, mysterious and magical, like a child just now
The little fairy was born.
The Blood Soul Tree chuckled, opened its mouth and sucked in, and the soul power that had been secretly controlled gathered in the sky like a river and the sea, turning into a whirlpool and rushing into its body.
In just a few moments, the fog in the sky disappeared.
The Blood Soul Tree rattled its mouth, still not finished, looking at the five spirit warriors of the Spirit Clan with great interest.
The five soul warriors' expressions changed with horror, and their scalps became numb.
Pei Yuan was even more stunned. He stared at the Blood Soul Tree in a daze. He forgot about fear and preparedness, and just stared at it in a daze.
This is the Blood Soul Tree? The most desired peerless treasure of the Spirit Clan!
But how did it take shape? And grow into a human form?
How much blood and soul power was absorbed, in what kind of terrifying environment, and how many years did it take to give birth to such a shocking species?
This is definitely the scariest and scariest thing ever!
Tang Yan was delighted: "Your expression is spot on, and you have conveyed a lot of news to me. Hey, your spirit race has been arrogant for a hundred thousand years, thinking you are invincible, and now you have finally found your nemesis."
"Is it the Blood Soul Tree?" Pei Yuan asked again at a loss for words. It was precisely because he knew the Blood Soul Tree so well that he, the Soul Martial Saint, was so dull and gloomy at the moment.
"This is my little girl, how about... you give her a hug?"
Tang Yan held up the Blood Soul Tree and walked forward. The Blood Soul Tree smiled cheerfully and opened its hands in a decent manner, but the greed in its shining eyes was definitely not as good as those who wanted to eat meat.
How different is the wolf?
Pei Yuan was startled, woke up with horror, and shouted sternly: "Retreat!!"
"Where to go?" Rakshasa, Yueying, Tomb Boy, and Prajna all appeared, one each, staring at four semi-saint soul warriors, one who eats souls, one who controls souls, one who sucks souls, and one who burns souls.
, completely restraining the Semi-Saint Soul Martial Arts.
As for Pei Yuan...
The Blood Soul Tree was enough for him to scramble, and when Huo Ling'er combined with Tang Yan's Demonic Sword, he felt absolutely suppressed.
No wonder Tang Yan came to say that things are changing.
As Tang Yan's strength increased significantly, his subordinates also grew rapidly, so... maybe even Tang Yan himself didn't realize that his strength was already so terrifying.
"What the hell is this?" The four soul warriors were on guard. They felt threatened, and their usual arrogance and domineering were gone. Threat, a real threat, a threat that made people feel terrified.
Although there are many soul-restraining beings in the Forsaken War Realm, they are all very rare and are on the wanted list of the Eldar. But these guys who suddenly appeared...why are they so cold and scary?
Tang Yan pointed at Matthews: "Let my brother go first? The demon clan won't come back for a while. We have plenty of time and can play as we like. I know a lot of tricks and I promise to make you happy...
burst……"
"Get back immediately, everyone, or I will kill him." A Soul Martial Half-Saint suddenly shouted, and emotionally grabbed Matthews's bloody neck, intimidating everyone.
But whether it was Tang Yan or Yueying Rakshasa, not only were they not touched at all, but they looked at them teasingly, and Rakshasa gave them a charming look.
"What I'm saying is to retreat immediately! Can't you understand people? Retreat immediately, or I will kill Matthews." The five soul warriors gathered together and were on full alert. They had never felt the crisis like they did today.
What's more, I didn't expect to meet my mortal enemy Tang Yan in the Demon Realm.
According to the rumors in the Spiritual Palace of Sheng Qitian Continent, there were many enemies with this kid, and even the monster beast troops dispatched suffered heavy losses due to Tang Yan's blocking.
Came to this Forsaken War Realm, and unexpectedly faced each other again.