Chapter 412 Want Xing's Soul? Dream! (Three More)

In an unfathomably short moment, he suddenly thought that the royal blood of the monarchs and princes of the Monet Dynasty are now in deep prison.

If those people, suffer misfortune.

Then Mo Shaoyun is likely to become the last bloodline of the Monet Dynasty.

As soon as he thought of this, a tragic will suddenly burst out in his body.

"Senior Xing, take the third prince away, I will block here for a while!"

He roared angrily, his figure was almost at its peak, and he moved in front of Mo Shaoyun in an instant, blocking the magic light with his flesh and blood.

Immediately, the consciousness of refining the gods, regardless of the consequences, attracted a large amount of spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth.

After being tempered by the burning blood essence, his aura skyrocketed wildly.

In a blink of an eye, he broke through to the late stage of the God Refining Realm from the sixth-grade God Refining Realm.

Seeing this, the young man's eyes were full of surprise.

But immediately, that surprise turned into a joke.

"Oh? Are you planning to fight this seat desperately?"

"It's a loyal and good dog! It's a pity that your strength is too weak."

"Even if it burns blood essence, it can't stop me from destroying them."

The young man shook his head and finished speaking, and the all-pervasive spiritual power directly blasted at Zhou Wu, who was still growing in momentum.

At this moment, Zhou Wu's realm has reached another level, entering the eighth-rank god refining realm.

However, under the bombardment of the young man's spiritual consciousness at the peak of his cultivation, his soul only persisted for two breaths before declaring collapse.

Sensing that the aura of heaven and earth dissipated, Zhou Wu's aura plummeted.

The young man didn't waste his energy on him, but turned his consciousness and strangled Mo Shaoyun.

However, his spiritual consciousness hadn't touched Mo Shaoyun yet.

"Those who want to touch the Mo family, have you asked Xing?"

A cold voice suddenly came from another direction.

At the same time, a sword intent also came from that direction.

The young man heard the sound and looked sideways.

What surprised him was that the person who cut out the sword intent clearly only had the cultivation base of the True Martial Realm.

But the solidity of the sword intent was something he had only seen in his life.

It was even possible to have a dangerous collision with his spiritual consciousness in the void without losing the wind.

However, this does not mean that the young man really has nothing to do with that sword intent.

"I have to admit that your sword intent is very extraordinary, presumably you have a unique way to cultivate your soul."

"It just so happens that the Soul Devouring Bell of this seat still lacks a powerful soul body to complete the sacrifice."

"It was originally planned to use the soul body of the monarch of the Monet dynasty. Now it seems that you are more suitable than that old faint king."

The young man smiled, but before he could finish his sentence, a black bell appeared in his palm as white and tender as suet jade.

The moment Xing Feng saw the bell, Xing Feng felt his soul shake and wanted to leave his body.

He was so startled that he quickly shielded his vision, and at the same time operated the spirit method inherited from the ancestor Liuyun, which suppressed the spirit.

Seeing that Xing Feng was able to get rid of the influence of the Soul Eater Bell, instead of showing any dissatisfaction, the young man became even more excited.

"Great, your spirit is even stronger than I imagined."

"After devouring your soul body, Ling'er, this seat, might be able to take it to a higher level!"

After the young man finished speaking, he couldn't care less about Mo Shaoyun.

Ten green onion fingers were pointed out in the void.

Each of the magic lights shot out is enough to seriously injure a true martial artist.

But for Xing Feng, it was not fatal.

Obviously, the young man didn't intend to kill Xing Feng directly.

Aware of the young man's intentions, he thought of the tragic end he might face after being captured by this shemale-looking guy in front of him.

The expression on Xing Feng's face became violent.

Even if he fell into the Real Martial Realm, he is not a mere God Refining Realm that can be manipulated arbitrarily.

"You want Xing's soul, don't you?"

"Hehe, dreaming!"

Xing Feng sneered and let the magic light blast on him.

At the same time, using all the power of the soul, he began to condense an ultimate sword intent.

The young man's expression changed for the first time.

From the sword intent condensed by Xing Feng, he felt a terrifying will that even his Dao Heart trembled.

It seems that at this moment, the figure in the post pavilion who is struggling to support under the attack of the magic light is not a real martial arts practitioner.

It's a great power whose Dao realm is above him!

What made the young man even more alarmed was that Xing Feng had already locked his aura when he condensed his sword intent.

Even if he wanted to escape now, it was too late.

All he could do was wait for Xing Feng to accumulate that sword intent to perfection, and then insist on it.

After realizing this, the young man suppressed the panic in his heart, and said in a condensed voice: "This kind of momentum, even the Tribulation Realm can't be achieved!"

"who are you?"

At this moment, Xing Feng's whole body has been devastated by the magic light so that he can't find a piece of intact skin.

Hearing the young man's words, he raised his head.

On that unrecognizable face, there was a contemptuous expression, and said: "Who is Xing, you don't deserve to know."

"You just need to know that Xing's sword can reverse the cultivation of gods!"

Xing Feng spit out the four words "reverse attack and refining gods".

Let his aura rise infinitely high.

In a trance, Xing Feng seemed to return to the peak of Kaishen in the past.

Where the sword points, the immortal god lowers his eyebrows!

And the young man outside the post pavilion is at the peak of spiritual refinement.

To him, it's just an ant under the sword.

"cut!"

next moment.

Xing Feng spit out a word again.

There is no sword in the hand, and there is no sword in the heart.

However, between the heaven and the earth, there is a boundless aura.

It descended from the sky, drilled out from the soil, and burst out from Xing Feng's flesh and blood.

It turned into the sword intent of rebelling against the gods, and pointed at the young man.

The Dao heart of the young man in the state of refining the gods almost collapsed on the spot at the moment when the sword intent was formed and slashed.

But the instinct of survival prevented him from giving up his interests.

"go!"

With a loud shout, the soul-devouring bell in his hand was thrown out by him.

With the secret method of the devil's religion, the thousands of souls imprisoned in it were released, and they let out a tragic ghost cry.

However, under the sword intent, those souls immediately dissipated like snowflakes thrown into the raging fire.

Seeing the soul body in the Soul Devouring Bell, it couldn't even block the sword intent a little bit.

While despair was growing in the young man's heart, he couldn't help but start to regret why he provoked the other party.

However, just as he was about to activate the forbidden technique, he and Xing Feng died together.

A familiar figure, wrapped in a mighty devilish energy, came from the sky at lightning speed.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is boundless demon energy.

A figure, like the king of this world, came riding the boundless devil energy.

"Master Demon Envoy!"

The young man shouted ecstatically.

He never expected that at this time, this big man in the sect would appear here.

The despair in my heart was instantly swept away.

But he knows that this Lord Demon Envoy has a distinguished status.

Among the sub-altars of the Demon Cult in the Southeast Great Territory, the altar master whose personality is second only to that of the Heavenly God Realm is one of the only two Sea Consciousness Realm masters.

With his old man at the helm, it would not be difficult to level the Monet dynasty.

However, what makes the young man a little puzzled is that.