Chapter 2340 Soul Suppression

"You bastard. Do you think that this level of suppression can prevent me from successfully deploying the formation? That's a dream!"

Nightmare's anger was stirred up, and he secretly scolded these people for being shameless. At this moment, he became more focused and devoted.

Practicing the Myriad Dao Treasure Book made Nightmare's soul different from ordinary people, and later it was specially strengthened so that the power of the soul was much stronger than that of ordinary monks.

These disturbances are equivalent to setting up formations while fighting against the spirit of the lower Feather God. To him, it is actually nothing!

"Hehe, ignorant and arrogant boy, I want to see what kind of waves you, a low-ranking feather god, can make. I really look forward to the feather god-level defensive robe of the five thunder tribulations."

Wen Renhao, who knew that there was another mystery in the hall, shouted loudly with a smile like a villain's success. Wen Renhao had never obtained the Five Lightning Tribulation Feather Artifact after working under Ming He for countless years, so one can imagine how happy he was when he had the opportunity to get one today.

"The soul is not only suppressed, but also verbally harassed? Wen Renhao, Wen Renhao, you are really shameless! Presumptuously being a master of the upper feather god realm! But what effect do you think these can have on me?"

Ordinary monks are very afraid of being disturbed when making alchemy or refining tools, but Nightmare is not. He usually refines directly in the noisy market, and the success rate is 100%, so he is not afraid of verbal interference.

"Huh? There are two tricks, but if you think that the suppression is so simple, you are very wrong! This hall was built in imitation of the Zhenyuan Shenjun Dongfu, and the greater suppression is yet to come!"

Seeing that Nightmare's formation speed didn't slow down in the slightest, Wen Renhao continued to shout, wanting to put more psychological pressure on him.

"Hehe. If these dirty tricks work, I won't be Nightmare today!"

Walking from Zhuyuan Village, after experiencing countless winds and rains, tribulations, and blood baptisms, he did not fall down. Naturally, Nightmare would not be affected by the opponent's little cleverness, and continued to arrange the magic circle.

"Boy! You are too happy! You are still too young!" Wen Renhao smiled, still looking like he was winning.

"Huh? The suppression of the soul is increasing, and it has reached the level of needing to fight against the middle feather god? This means that if you want to continue to deploy defensive magic circles, at least the power of the soul must be stronger than the level of the middle feather god? If it doesn't increase anymore, I can fight it."

The power of the soul far exceeds that of a monk of the same level as Nightmare, and is stronger than that of the average Feather God. However, even he feels great pressure under the suppression of this kind of soul.

"Haha! It's about to die, right? Give up as soon as possible. You can't succeed!" Wen Renhao continued provocatively. As a high-ranking Feather God, his quality is really not very good.

"Wen Renhao, shut your mouth!"

Styx, who really couldn't see the past, scolded, and said to Qingmingzi beside him: "This Nightmare really has some skills."

"The power of Nightmare's soul is truly astonishing. The lower Feather God Realm is stronger than ordinary Feather Gods. He is indeed a genius in alchemy, weapon refining, and formation formation. It's just that the formation method is too crude. There is no mastery." Qingmingzi was proficient in the way of the formation, and secretly analyzed it.

"Cultivate well, he is really a rare talent. It's just that he is arrogant and not easy to control. Otherwise, I can accept him as an apprentice." Minghe said, paying attention to the situation in the field.

"That's true! According to my subordinates, this Nightmare's personality is too strong, and I'm afraid he will suffer a lot in the future." Qing Mingzi commented.

"Well, his character is not acceptable in the God Realm." Styx nodded in agreement.

"Soul suppression is still increasing, and it is already necessary to suppress the strength of the upper feather god's soul!"

With the passage of time, Nightmare felt more and more oppressed by the spirit and soul. For ordinary lower-level feather gods, if they were suppressed by such a powerful spirit, it would be very difficult for them to get up and walk, let alone set up formations. . One carelessness can even lead to major problems.

"It seems that I need to use some external force! After all, I can't lose this bet!"

Lose the bet and kneel and kowtow to Styx? That's absolutely unacceptable to Nightmare! After pondering for a while, before reaching the limit, he activated the Void Robe first, just in case.

The Void Robe is an artifact of the Five Lightning Tribulation Feathers, and it also has a certain defense against soul suppression. In this way, the pressure on Nightmare's body suddenly became much lighter. His movements, which had been somewhat stagnant, returned to the normal formation again. speed.

"Bastard! This can't suppress you! Where did you come from!"

At this moment, even Wen Renhao, who had bet with Nightmare, was a little shocked, secretly thinking that such a strong soul power, is he still a lower-level Feather God? This is too much nonsense!

"This Nightmare is very good! He can resist the oppression of the upper Yushen's spirit, and set up the formation normally. Zhenyuan Shenjun Dongfu and his party, bringing him will definitely play a good role." Minghe secretly said in his heart.

"The disciples of the gods and gods are nothing more than that?" Qing Mingzi secretly praised, Ye Shang's support up to this moment has far exceeded his estimate.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the hall, as if some formation was activated.

Afterwards, Nightmare's soul suppression became stronger.

"Has this reached the half-step God Realm? No wonder that Wen Renhao looks determined to win! If it is the other lower-level Feather Gods, there is really no possibility of success!" Nightmare thought in his heart, the movements of his hands, already It is getting slower and slower, because it is too distracting to fight against the suppression of the soul, and if he is not careful, he will even be damaged by the soul.

"Haha! You're half-stepping up to God Realm's soul suppression, I'll see how you die! You, a low-level Feather God, can still turn the world upside down?"

Wen Renhao, who knew what happened just now, was so excited that he even forgot Styx's warning, and shouted again.

"This game should be over!"

Others, including Styx and Qingmingzi, felt that this bet would end in Nightmare's glorious defeat, after all, it was an unfair bet.

How could it be possible for the lower Feather God to set up a god-level defensive circle while suppressing the soul of the upper god for half a step?

This is simply a fantasy!

"You think this is the end?"

Seeing Wen Renhao lost his composure and the others got up to meet the result of the bet, Nightmare sneered, "Looks like I have to show some hole cards! Since you all put your faces over, I have to fight!"

Nightmare in the Lower Realm is the emperor admired by hundreds of millions of people. Although he ascended to the God Realm and his cultivation is no longer top-notch, the arrogance engraved in the depths of his soul has not changed at all! For such a gamble, how could he give up so easily.