Chapter 1145: Capture the Map of All Souls

Chapter 1145: Capture the Map of All Souls

It's no wonder that Zi Wuming is so angry, I'm working hard here, you guys are lucky, you started to retreat before you got in, aren't you kidding me?

Zi Wuming's previous battle with Bei Lao was blocked by countless soul patterns, so he naturally didn't know that Sikong Yu was forced by Xiao Fan.

Sensing Zi Wuming's anger, Sikong Yu was about to speak, but a voice suddenly sounded: "Idiot, don't you know you've been tricked?"

"Sikong Yu, do you dare to play the old man?" Zi Wuming was intertwined with anger, and then suddenly came back to his senses, followed the voice, but his eyes fell on Xiao Fan: "Little brat, it's you again? How dare you scold me, I'm going to tear you apart!"

Zi Wuming angrily rushed towards Xiao Fan, but at this moment, a palm suddenly hit his face, blood flew, and Zi Wuming's body flew out backwards.

A figure suddenly appeared where Zi Wuming was, it was Bei Lao.

"How dare you lose your mind while fighting with the teacher?" Xiao Fan gave Zi Wuming a contemptuous look.

Zi Wuming flew hundreds of feet away before he stopped, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his cheek was crooked by a slap.

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, his lungs exploded with anger. This little bastard definitely did it on purpose to distract himself so that the old man would sneak up on him.

He was very glad that he had reacted in time, otherwise, the slap just now would not have just slapped him, but killed him directly.

Old Bei's figure moved again, his figure was very slow, but it was hundreds of thousands of feet in one step, and he appeared in front of Zi Wuming in the blink of an eye.

Zi Wuming's face changed drastically, and he fought out again holding the Ten Thousand Spirits Chart, and countless phantoms of creatures emerged from the Ten Thousand Spirits Chart.

"Sleepy!"

Suddenly, Old Bei touched his hand, and a small spot of light quickly grew larger in the void, and dense strands of soul power swept across the void, enveloping towards Zi Wuming.

It can be vaguely seen that the countless lines form a huge line space, and the lines are constantly rotating, generating a huge suction force.

Zi Wuming held the map of all spirits in both hands, and frantically urged, countless phantoms of creatures impacted the linear space. What surprised him was that those phantoms of creatures seemed to appear in another void in an instant.

"Keep changing, time and space changing, this is a map of thousands of machines!" Zi Wuming's eyes widened, and a thick greedy color flashed in his eyes.

The map of thousands of machines is also the map of ancestor-level soul patterns, and its value is comparable to the map of ten thousand spirits in his hand.

Although he has been working hard to comprehend the map of all souls, he still can't take the last step, because his soul patterns are all enlightened from the map of all souls, but there is no other map of soul patterns to verify what he has realized in his heart.

Zi Wuming believed that if he could get this Thousand Machines Map, he would be confident that he would break through to the legendary ancestor-level Soul Carving Master within a few years.

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure appeared beside him, and a sword of soul power slashed out.

Zi Wuming didn't have the help of Wanlingtu, so he was no match for Bei Lao's sword. If he didn't retreat now, even if he couldn't kill Zi Wuming, it would be no problem to cut off his hands.

It has to be said that Zi Wuming's reaction was also extremely quick. He made a decision without hesitation, that is, to retreat with the Wanlingtu and think of a way later.

However, what surprised him was that the Ten Thousand Souls Chart in his hand didn't listen at all, and was imprisoned by a huge void force. No matter how he struggled, the Ten Thousand Souls Chart only shook a few times, and couldn't twitch at all for a while.

And at this time, Bei Lao's sword had already come down, if he didn't retreat, his hands would be cut off.

call!

Seeing that Old Bei's sword was about to approach Zi Wuming, Zi Wuming turned into a flash of lightning and retreated hundreds of feet in an instant, but his hand was empty.

In the distance, countless threads of soul power stirred, covering a picture scroll, and that picture scroll was none other than the Map of All Souls.

This scene seemed to take a long time, but it actually happened in the light of calcium carbide flames. In just a short time, Zi Wuming lost the map of all spirits.

"Bastard, the Map of All Souls is mine!" Zi Wuming roared, his eyes were red like blood, and he rushed up like a hungry wolf.

"The Map of All Souls is not mine, but it's even more not yours!" Bei Lao whispered, and with a flick of his finger, a sword of soul power shot out, piercing through Zi Wuming's chest in an instant.

This was the result of Zi Wuming's quick reaction, otherwise the single blow just now would have killed him.

Zi Wuming was already sweating profusely, and his face was extremely pale. He found that the gap between himself and Bei Lao was unusually large. If he didn't have the Ten Thousand Spirits Map, he wouldn't be able to persist until now.

Maybe it was because of the pain from the injury, Zi Wuming sobered up a lot in an instant, and did not continue to rush up, looking at Elder Bei full of fear.

Suddenly, Zi Wuming's icy eyes turned to the distance, and that direction was exactly where Sikong Yu was.

"Sikong Yu, if you dare to play tricks on me, I'll never end with you!" After leaving a cruel sentence, Zi Wuming flicked his sleeves and shot away into the distance, he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Not to mention the loss of the Ten Thousand Spirits Map, it would not be worth it if he died in the hands of Old Bei.

He can get back the Ten Thousand Spirits Map slowly, and maybe even get the Thousand Machines Map, but without his life, there is nothing to talk about.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zi Wuming felt a kind of threat, but this kind of threat did not come from Bei Lao.

Since it wasn't Bei Lao, it must be Sikong Yu and the Temple of War God. Although Sikong Yu is strong, Zi Wuming is not afraid. After all, even if he is not Sikong Yu's opponent, he can leave at any time.

The only possibility is the Temple of the God of War, perhaps not only Sikong Yu has come to the Temple of the God of War.

"Zi..." Sikong Yu still wanted to call out, but Zi Wuming ignored it and quickly disappeared.

Sikong Yu had the urge to scold his mother, this old boy is really not a human being, and he even ran away. Could it be that all the benefits I gave you were taken for nothing?

It's okay to take the benefits for nothing, but you dare to threaten me? Do you really think you are a character?

But at this moment, they had almost retreated beyond Lihuo Emperor's Capital, and Sikong Yu's eyes fell on Xiao Fan again.

"We have already quit Lihuo Imperial Capital, let my son go!" Sikong Yu became murderous, Zi Wuming left, and the next thing he would face was Old Bei and Drunkard.

A drunken man is enough for him, now with a Bei Lao, how could he be an opponent.

But Sikong Yu couldn't leave, let's not talk about the ancient mirror of the void and Xiao Fan's life and death, all he wanted to do now was to save Sikong Zangjian.

"Stupid, do you think you are still qualified to negotiate terms with me now?" Xiao Fan looked at Sikong Yu with disdain, just now you had the upper hand, I can only threaten you.

But now, as long as you dare to come up, if there is one, I will kill one!

"You!" Sikong Yu was so angry that he didn't know what to say, and the finger pointing at Xiao Fan kept trembling.

"You, you, you, the God of War Temple are some insidious people, you'd better go as far as you can." Xiao Fan shouted loudly, which seemed to be a fake tiger's might.

Of course, with his strength, even if he faced Sikong Yu alone, he wouldn't have any fear, at least he wouldn't have any problem running away.

"When have people in the Temple of War been afraid of trouble?"

As soon as Xiao Fan's words fell, a loud voice suddenly sounded in the void, like a thunderstorm, which made people's eardrums hurt, and the eyes of the crowd suddenly looked towards the sky.