Chapter 322: Myriad Soul Controlling Art

Violent energy hit the palace, buzzing and vibrating.

The suspended four balls of Yimu essence disappeared from the palace in an instant, and were captured by four pairs of true essence hands.

Meng Yiren got a ball of Yimu essence, put it away in a blink of an eye, and retreated to the side.

Bei Zhesheng followed closely behind Ye Wushuang, and also took the lead to capture a group of Yimu essence.

Ye Wushuang grabbed the two balls with both hands.

At this time, Feng Yang's palm also approached one of the balls.

Ye Wushuang turned his head to look, and said lightly, "I promise you, I will do what I say!"

Ye Wushuang collected one ball and handed the other to Feng Yang.

Feng Yang rushed in, put it away, turned his head and stared deeply at Ye Wushuang.

The essence of Yimu is the treasure of prolonging life, the holy medicine for healing, it is too precious, if others have already taken it for themselves, they will share it with others?

As for Ye Wushuang, he could have owned two regiments.

However, just because of the previous promise, Ye Wushuang gave him a ball without hesitation, which made Feng Yang not high enough.

At least from this point of view, Ye Wushuang is a friend worth making.

Of course, there are only four groups of Yimu spirits, but in the current situation, there are more wolves and less meat, and the green robe, Tu Sanqian, Aowuchang and Yuyuzhen didn't get it, which made them jealous and angry.

Pairs of icy eyes turned to Ye Wushuang at the same time, full of killing intent, originally they were within their reach, but because Ye Wushuang blocked them, they lost the opportunity.

Now that Ye Wushuang got a ball of Yimu essence, how could they let it go, and surrounded them greedily one by one.

The lump on Ye Wushuang's body belongs to them!

"Kill him together, you want his life, I want his body, as for the spirit of Yimu, each has his own way." Tu Sanqian said solemnly.

Boom!

As soon as Tu Sanqian's words fell, the people who rushed to the top of the ancient tree rushed towards Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang's eyes sank. Four strongest disciples of the fourth level of Lingquan, plus a group of team members behind him, this kind of strength is very terrifying.

Looking at the rushing crowd, Ye Wushuang thought to himself, but he was not afraid at all. Although these people are strong, if they use the dragon blood sword, they will all be killed.

However, the Dragon Blood Killing Sword is what Ye Wushuang uses to deal with the old guy in the Yin-Yang realm. Once he uses it, it means that in a short period of time, he will only be killed when facing the Yin-Yang realm.

Therefore, for the current plan, we can only take the risk of using "Taishang Huazheng" to suppress and kill these people forcibly.

As for Bei Zhesheng and Meng Yiren, I believe that even Di Qingxue alone can handle it.

Watching the people surrounding him, Ye Wushuang was about to cast "Taishang Huazheng", but at this moment, something happened behind him.

Crackle!

I saw a palace behind him, and the gate of the palace opened abruptly.

This change shifted the eyes of the murderous group of people to the top.

Ye Wushuang also narrowed his eyes, flickered for a moment, turned around and rushed in.

chase!

A group of people also chased in.

One of the Illusory Clan children transformed into a giant roc and rushed into it first.

ah!

When he just rushed into it, the Yu clan screamed, showed his original shape, hugged his head, and rolled out.

Yu Yuzhen, who was rushing in front, suddenly retracted his wings, paused, looking at the disciple of the Huan Clan, his seven orifices were already bleeding.

"what happened?"

Ao Wuchang asked with a gloomy face.

"It's too scary inside, don't go in..." Before the Illusory Clan kid could finish his sentence, his head burst instantly, making people shiver.

Yuyu's true consciousness glanced at the palace, but found nothing, and said solemnly: "Damn it, is Ye Wushuang playing some kind of trick?"

Tu Sanqian also scanned the palace, looking at the dead disciples of the Huan Clan, and said: "He said there was danger inside, but he didn't mention Ye Wushuang. It shouldn't be Ye Wushuang, but there is a crisis in the palace."

"In this palace, there is nothing but Ye Wushuang, so what kind of crisis can there be?" Ao Wuchang said coldly.

"Since there is no one, why don't you try it?"

The green robe turned to Ao Wuchang.

The other two also looked at Ao Wuchang.

Seeing this, Ao Wuchang snorted coldly, turned his face away, how could he not know what the three of them were thinking.

When the four of them stood outside, in the palace, Ye Wushuang's body sat on the ground, sweating profusely, and his face was extremely pale.

As if suffering from the pain of being hacked into pieces, his facial features were distorted, and traces of blood overflowed from his seven orifices, and he felt like he was about to explode.

Before, he also found out that there was no danger in the palace, and just now he was going to lead a group of people into the palace, and use the Supreme Transformation True Demon to suppress and kill them all.

However, the moment he rushed in, he realized that he had made a low-level mistake.

Just because no danger has been detected does not mean that there is no danger!

Stepping into the palace, under the action of an inexplicable force, Ye Wushuang's soul was pierced by thousands of swords, and the real pain penetrated into the soul.

The head seemed to be bombarded by a peerless artifact, and it was about to explode.

Moreover, in it, his cultivation was suppressed, and it was difficult to mobilize his true energy.

"Damn you, the power of the soul in this palace is terrifying, boy, get out quickly, the power of the soul inside is enough to kill you."

The chinchilla who got into the chaotic space also sensed something was wrong and shouted anxiously.

Ye Wushuang didn't know about the power of the soul, but Totoro knew how powerful it was.

Ye Wushuang cursed secretly, now his head is about to split open, his body is like being crushed by ten thousand mountains, it is difficult to move, let alone retreat.

"This time, I really fell!"

Ye Wushuang smiled wryly, a small mistake brought about such a desperate crisis.

Under this kind of soul power, no matter how many people come, their heads will burst and they will die.

However, I can't die yet!

If I die, I am afraid that Master's painstaking efforts will be in vain.

Moreover, Qing'er, her sister and the others, could it be that the world will be destroyed!

Thinking of this, Ye Wushuang couldn't let go, and kept thinking of ways, even thinking of using the Chaos Dragon Tomb.

But it's a pity that he still can't control the Dragon Tomb.

Wait, Tai Chi pattern!

Suddenly, the power of the Tai Chi pattern sounded, Ye Wushuang quickly sat down cross-legged, mobilized the Tai Chi pattern, and covered the whole body with the power of Tai Chi.

The divine light of yin and yang continued to sway in Ye Wushuang's divine court, and the mysterious soul also got a little relief.

interesting!

Suddenly, Ye Wushuang moved his ears, and vaguely heard an ethereal voice.

"The bloodline is terrifying, the power of the soul is also different from ordinary people, and the power of Tai Chi has been comprehended, which is suitable for inheriting the "Soul Control Art of All Souls". This seat is not in vain."

That ethereal voice sounded again in Ye Wushuang's mind.

Before Ye Wushuang could react, the mysterious power in the palace crazily drilled into Ye Wushuang's head.

It's like stuffing cotton in your head, it's about to burst.

Ye Wushuang thought badly, her head tilted, and she fell to the ground, unconscious.