Chapter 822 (1/2)

The number of souls, there are 17, all from the wanjian Pavilion, every face, are so familiar, the only difference is that their eyes are empty and dim, lifeless.

Brahma stands at the front, his body is particularly tall, and his eyes twinkle with light purple light. Although he is just a soul at the moment, the terrible momentum of Nirvana strong still exists.

Chu Xingyun looked at these souls, his eyes were empty, and he held out a complicated handprint in his hand, and then he patted the black hole epee.

Buzz!

As soon as the handprint exploded, thousands of dark inscriptions appeared on the black hole Epee, like water waves, more like ripples, one after another, until it turned into a terrible whirlpool.

”Coagulate!” Without any hesitation, Chu Xingyun suddenly urged the secret method.

In the field of vision, the whirlpool expands wildly and descends from the mid air, and the terrible suction erupts. It is just like the cultivation resources of the hill are absorbed into it, making a cracking sound.

At the same time, in the whirlpool, a dark chain emerged, bound the soul's body, let them send out a sad cry, but also dragged it into the vortex, and even completely swallowed up.

Chu Xingyun had long been familiar with this scene. He didn't look at the whirlpool at all. He just took out the cultivation resources from the storage ring, and his action was not slow.

”Yes.” After a while, Chu Xingyun's mouth spits out a word sound.

He looked back, but there was a dark figure in the dark whirlpool, with a sword on his waist and a straight back. On his aging face, there was no joy or worry, and people could not feel any emotion.

This figure, impressively, is cloud evergreen.

At the moment, his soul has been reborn through the secret method and turned into black hole sword slave successfully!

Whew! Whew!

At this time, the sound of breaking the sky continued to ring. In the dark whirlpool, the familiar figures swept out. The breath of each person reached the balance of yin and Yang, standing in the void, and upright as a sword.

”Sword slave, please listen to your master!” These sword slaves came to Chu Xingyun, knelt down on one knee, and simultaneously spewed out a sound, such as thunder, which made the space shake a little.

Chu Xingyun had a satisfied smile on his face. He was just about to make a sound, but he was surprised to find that in the dark whirlpool directly in front of him, there were many pale purple lights in front of him. In the middle of the whirlpool, there was a tall figure standing, not yet turned into a sword slave.

”Nirvana strong people have been able to understand the rules of heaven and earth. After being baptized by thunder robbery, their bodies are even more powerful and incomparable. Is it possible that the process of condensing sword slaves is different?” Chu Xingyun looked at the figure of Vatican without robbery, frowned slightly and waved his hands to take out all the cultivation resources of the two major sects.

With the sound of cracking again, the vast and boundless cultivation resources were completely engulfed by the dark whirlpool and turned into the purest power, attached to the soul of Brahma.

However, the body of Vatican without robbery is different from that of yin and Yang Sword slaves. There is a faint purple light in his flesh and blood. His breath is thick and his momentum is more domineering, which makes Chu Xingyun feel oppressive.