Chapter 880 (2/2)
The soul burial couldn't help humming coldly: ”some meaning!”
”I've been waiting for you two for a long time. You mole ant people who play tricks, today I'll let you know what real pain is?”
”Jie, ignorant young man, tremble under your majesty.”
The soul burial soul was cut off and suddenly became angry. It instantly transferred the divination image just created to itself.
Countless curses of wronged souls are not worth mentioning in front of it.
On the contrary, the soul power of these wronged souls is more powerful, which adds a soul power to the soul burial.
”The meteor road kills all souls!” As soon as the soul was buried and drank, the ten thousand souls fell.
Lin Haotian and the woman vomited blood, and the spirit was badly hurt.
When it reaches the mid-term state of Mahayana, its soul can compete with Lin Haotian and the woman, the two strong Mahayana peak level, and even better.
”Ten thousand evil spirits are destroyed.” If you succeed in one strike, you can pursue the victory.
The spirit of the soul devouring devil turned into thousands. Each statue's fighting power was comparable to that of the Mahayana realm master, and besieged Lin Haotian and the woman together.
”Poof” the peerless woman guarded Lin Feng and resisted the attack of soul burial. Some took care of one thing and lost the other.
Seeing that Lin Feng's fire was about to be attacked, he directly resisted with his body. A mouthful of blood spewed out and fell into a coma.
”Mother!” Lin Feng regained consciousness, but he was still unable to reshape his body. Watching the woman resist a fatal blow for him, he anxiously called out the word he had not said in 20 years.
Subconsciously convey the message, even Lin Feng didn't notice it.
He only felt that his divine soul was trembling, gathered strength madly, broke away from the curse of the wronged soul, and accelerated the process of nirvana.
This time, he can't wait a month.
Unfortunately, the woman fell into a coma and didn't hear Lin Feng's cry at all.
”Qingxin!” Lin Haotian shouted anxiously.
Seeing that the woman was badly hurt, without saying a word, he coerced the woman and Lin Feng into escaping together.
”I can't go!”
”Jie Jie!” The soul burial immediately decided to chase Lin Haotian and send out sinister laughter.
On Qiongdao, the ancestors of many great forces changed their faces one after another when they saw Lin Haotian and the woman who had been badly hurt.
”What's going on? How could the pure hearted lady suffer a heavy blow? ”
”Lady Qingxin is unconscious? Who will preside over the array? ”
”Hao Tianzun, what's going on?”
”Why has Lin Feng started the ninth Nirvana? If so, what's the significance of our formation?”
”Destiny, what about the destiny agreed by the Lin family? Why? Why is it that at the last step, destiny has not made progress in the determined direction? ”
”Why?”
Your ancestors roared with indignation. When their faces were ugly, their tone was even more indignant.
Countless voices of doubt resounded through Qiong island.
Millions of monks from the Oriental xuanjie occupied all positions on the vast Qiong island. At this time, they couldn't help feeling terrified.
They have been planning for this for decades, mobilized almost all practitioners in the Oriental xuanjie, and cooperated with tongtianyuan and Lin's family to prepare for this sea of people at all costs.
Now, I hear that they all believe in destiny for a long time, and there is no way to destiny.
The plan is broken and destiny is no longer.
The efforts of all monks are in vain, and everyone will sink into the soul devouring technique of soul burial.
Thousands of practitioners in the Oriental metaphysical world looked at the sky in confusion, and their hearts were full of despair.
”What should I do?”
”What should I do?”
”The breath of soul burial is getting closer and closer. Who will bury the war soul?”
”Who will bury the war soul?”
……
Countless voices are noisy to the ear. Although Lin Feng has not reshaped his body, he can feel the changes of everything outside.
I was shocked by the layout of Qiongdao and the grand gathering of all monks in the Oriental xuanjie.
The strength of soul burial also allows Lin Feng to further refresh his cognition.
Even if he succeeds in Nirvana, I'm afraid he can't even take the devil's move.
”The Qingxin lady who presided over the array fell into a coma. Lin Feng, the son of destiny, was cursed and wasted the opportunity of Nirvana rebirth.”
”In this way, there will be no chance of success in the next war.” Zhu Rong sighed and whispered. He was already desperate.
Seeing Lin Feng, Qingxin nvzun and Hao Tianzun appear.
The inner state of mind of countless strong people in the Oriental xuanjie has been hit.
They never expected that their hopes would be dashed before the hard-made war came.
The sound of ”Jie” soul burial came from a long distance. It soon found Qiongdao under the cover of the sky array.
Millions of practitioners in the Oriental metaphysical world fell into a boiling state. They were all terrified and vied with each other to complain about the Lin family.
On the verge of danger, Lin Haotian tried to drink: ”shut up!”