Chapter 382 Feeling the Power of the Soul

Although he couldn't figure out what kind of big monster it was, the patriarch of the Wen family knew very well that the closer the monster clan was, the more he cherished it, and the more he possessed ancient blood.

He has even heard rumors that the real ancestor demon is in human form, and there are even absurd legends that humans are forged by ancient great demons.

The legends are so ridiculous that they cannot be relied upon, but this monster with an extremely low level and a humanoid appearance is not extraordinary, but it is a fact.

With this in mind, the patriarch of the Wen family would never give up easily. This chase took seven days, spanning thousands of miles, from the dragon's spine of Canglong Mountain to the dragon's neck.

The monster's intelligence seems to be extremely high, it seems to know that if it comes out of this wild forest, without the cover, it will definitely be captured, but it still refuses to run away.

Arriving here, the terrain is more dangerous and changeable, so he refuses to move forward and keeps circling here.

What's more troublesome is that the monster has amazing physical strength. With the realm of the carpet monster, it can be completely crushed, but it can't consume her, and she always gets rid of it.

At this moment, the patriarch of the Wen family stood proudly on the head of the eagle mouth cliff, staring at the monster search disk. Not long after, the monster appeared again.

This time, he didn't move blindly, just stared at the tricks of the monster on the monster search plate, let the blanket monster cultivate, and sat cross-legged.

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Hoo, hoo...

Xia Zimo stood on the top of a cloud pine tree, panting heavily, his pretty face dyed with clouds, and under the faint setting sun, a pair of colorful giant wings shone brilliantly.

She was really tired, the continuous chase exhausted her.

However, she also fell in love with the feeling of flying in the sky, the air currents in the air became an excellent toy.

From the initial panic, to the present handy, flying seems to be an instinct engraved in her bone marrow.

"So I was born to be a demon!"

Xia Zimo's eyes, shining like stars, dimmed.

Having been a human being for more than twenty years, she has also been influenced by the traditional thinking of being a shemale. She can understand Xu Yi, just as she herself was completely unable to explain it when she first learned about it.

"Thinking of that bald boy again? Quack, I said you are cheap, people don't bother to dump you, and you still want to stalk you, Quack, you deserve it!"

Rui Ya stood on Xia Zimo's shoulder and sprayed again.

"If you want to take care of it, if you don't care about it, my aunt will throw you down."

Xia Zimo replied, not very angry.

But on the way, this chattering duck kept spraying manure with its mouth full, and she was used to it.

Thanks to this annoying duck, quacking all the way, her mood quickly calmed down.

Ruiya fluttered his wings, "Gaga, it's not useful, do you really miss the bald boy? If you think about it, you will call the bald boy, and you will die, don't hurry to see the last side? According to me, you have to let him never forget you. The best way is to die in front of him. "Biography of Ying Ying", these transmitted loves, do not live and die. "

Xia Zimo was fascinated when he heard it, and said foolishly, "How can I find him?"

"Don't pretend, I still remember, he gave you a sound ball, Quack, listen to Master Ben, it must be right."

Rui Duck soared its wings and flew wildly.

With a thought in Xia Zimo's mind, there was an extra ball in his hand, and he stroked it carefully.

"Hurry up, this young master can see clearly, that kid has a strange aura, and his fortune is long, not short-lived. If he wants to break this calamity, he has to be that bald boy..."

Rui Ya quacked and urged, her little wings fluttered and she looked proud.

Suddenly, a long rainbow flashed across the western sky, and another powerful Qi machine came.

"Yah, bah bah, is this young master really going to cry this time? One old ghost is not enough, and another old ghost is here!"

Rui Duck quacked non-stop, and with a snap of its wings, it snatched away the sound transmission ball.

Just as the hub was about to be opened, the sound transmission ball exploded with a bang. Xia Zimo calmly withdrew his palm.

Rui Ya was furious, and flew around Xia Zimo, squawking, "Stupid woman, stupid woman, infatuation has a ball, I was killed by you."

Xia Zimo's delicate and beautiful jade face was full of calmness, as if the sound ball was broken and something was completely cut off.

"Stinky duck, I'm here to drag you, those bastards won't be paying attention to you for a while, so get out!"

Xia Zimo smiled casually.

"Stupid, stupid, you bastard, can I go now, I'm dead, I'm dead, this young master's famous name..."

Rui Ya jumped up and down, howling endlessly.

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Can the ancestor of the Wen family twitched his eyebrows, looked westward, and saw a rainbow rushing towards him.

Immediately, a sharp long cry pierced through the air, "Old Man Wen, you came early, and seeing your unlucky appearance, I knew you hadn't succeeded yet. Tsk tsk, your old Wen's skills are not very good, and your eyes are always first-class. It seems that the goods this time are extraordinary."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long-haired middle-aged man rode a large machine bird, swept hundreds of feet across, and came to the front, with a purple face, hanging eyebrows, and a purple fire tattoo in the center of the eyebrows.

It is the soul-sensing middle-stage patriarch of the famous Dai Yuet, Zihuo Tianjun Yao Junchi.

Seeing that it was this person who came, the Patriarch of the Wen Family's heart suddenly dropped. This surnamed demon is a casual cultivator, an odd number among the ancestors of Da Yue's soul-sensing period. He just relied on his extraordinary mind and rare opportunities to achieve the state of soul-sensing.

He is also the only one among the eight ancestors of Da Yue who is not from a family and has no family background. This person has always acted without scruples and is extremely difficult to deal with.

"The mere ignorant little demon actually recruited you to join in the fun. I don't know when, Zihuo Tianjun also fell behind."

The ancestors of the Wen family were neither salty nor bland.

"How dare!"

Zihuo Tianjun stared, and a divine thought shot towards him. Ripples suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the invisible spiritual thought shot straight at the Wen Family Patriarch.

The patriarch of the Wen family put his finger on Baihui acupoint, which is also a divine thought.

The two divine senses collided in the air, centered at the point of impact, a strong shock wave suddenly exploded, and all the trees in a radius of 100 zhang fell down, and the power was not inferior to the explosion of the sky thunderball.

Yao Junchi's old face turned pale, and he said hesitantly, "It is said that Mr. Wen is a showman, and he is not useful. I think whoever says this is an idiot!"

The patriarch of the Wen family didn't change his expression, he clasped his fists and said, "Tianjun is too famous, and this old man is only capable."

His face is immersed in water, but in fact his heart is overwhelmed. He is a strong soul-sensing early stage, while Yao Junchi is at the mid-soul-sensing stage. In terms of the strength of his spiritual sense, Yao Junchi can definitely crush him. He just hit him and looked like he was beaten for life. In fact, the opponent did not exert all his strength, but he did his best.

The reason why he confronted hard and hard was because he knew very well that if he was weaker, the strange monster who had been chasing him for nearly twenty days was doomed to miss him.

Sure enough, his toughness made Yao Junchi suspicious.

Although Yao Junchi thinks to himself that it is not difficult to win the ancestor of the Wen family by doing all he can, but he has to consider the fluctuations that may be caused. After all, the one named Wen is also one of the ancestors of the eight soul-sensing periods of Dayue.

If it is killed, it is hard to predict how the rest of the ancestors will react, not counting their own losses.

After all, these people were born in aristocratic families, so they were naturally hostile to others.