Chapter 323 Soul Capture!

In the air, the giant spirit fan had already opened, and Huan Yin stepped out of the fan, looking coldly at the still dazzling light below.

Before, Huan Yin didn't know what trick Feng Xiao was going to use, but how could he believe that Feng Xiao would just accept his fate?

Feng Xiao is a life cultivator, and he has been calculating his whole life. How can Huan Yin not understand what kind of mentality a person like him has?

For Huan Yin, he really felt that Feng Xiao's previous performance was extremely poor, but he did not expose it. Since you want to play with me, I will play with you!

When Huan Yin approached Feng Xiao, his face looked full of murderous intent and a look of revenge at last. His expression was so realistic that Feng Xiao thought Huan Yin had fallen into his trap.

But Feng Xiao didn't know that Huan Yin had always been extremely vigilant when he approached him, and he had already thought of a way out and could deal with all situations.

As for Huan Yin's quick reaction and sudden use of the small space after seeing Feng Xiao's sudden attack, it was the experience and adaptability he had accumulated over many years of fighting, which was nothing to him.

Now, Feng Xiao seemed to be reaping the fruits of his own actions. He thought he had planned everything, but in the end, he was the one who was hit with his strongest magic weapon.

Huan Yin's revenge method was so good that even the heroes of Jiange would shout "good" after seeing it in the sky.

After a while, when the light and shadow finally dissipated, what appeared in front of Huan Yin was a deeper pit that was even bigger than before, and Feng Xiao was curled up at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood and trembling.

The breath coming from Feng Xiao was already very weak, and he was obviously seriously injured at this moment.

Huan Yin chuckled and said, "Senior Feng's magic weapon is really powerful. Senior Feng really took care of me. He even tried it out on his own and showed me his divine power."

"Senior, do you have any more magic weapons like this? I know how powerful it is and I want to try it out."

Feng Xiao didn't say anything. His face was covered in blood. How could he speak?

Feng Xiao just turned his head and looked at Huan Yin. He must be very angry and depressed at the moment, but Huan Yin couldn't see any expression on his ugly face.

Seeing that he couldn't speak, Huan Yin spoke again, "Senior Feng, you have been plotting against my Sword Pavilion all day long. Did you expect that this would happen today?"

"I believe you must have a trick up your sleeve. Use it quickly to open my eyes!"

Feng Xiao was obviously too angry at Huan Yin's ridicule. He let out a low roar. Purple light even began to emanate from his body. He was trying to force his spirit to rise.

Unfortunately, he had been injured before, and his body had become much older and weaker. In that state, he was hit hard by his strongest magic weapon. It was already his ability to be alive. What else can he do now?

Feng Xiao struggled for a long time, but in the end he didn't even get up once, and fell dead in the pit. The master of the past was now so miserable that he was not even as good as a street dog.

"Xiaotian!" Huan Yin stood in the air and suddenly shouted, calling Xiaotian out.

"Revenge!" Huan Yin saw Xiaotian coming out and said these two words neatly.

Xiaotian understood, and four ordinary immortal swords suddenly appeared in front of the light and shadow he turned into. These four immortal swords were all from Huan Yin's storage bag.

"The first sword is for the master's seven sons! To avenge the killing!" After the immortal sword appeared, Xiaotian shouted in the air with hatred.

As soon as he finished speaking, a fairy sword rushed directly towards Feng Xiao, pierced his left arm, and even penetrated his arm and inserted into the ground.

A shrill scream came from Feng Xiao's mouth. Xiaotian not only attacked without mercy, but also the sword he fired had an inexplicable force of cultivation suction, which accelerated the loss of Feng Xiao's already limited spiritual power, and his cultivation became weaker and weaker.

"Second sword, stab for Master Uncle Ye! To avenge the killing!"

Xiaotian's voice continued, and the second fairy sword in front of him also rushed out suddenly, rushing towards Feng Xiao.

Feng Xiao saw the fairy sword coming fiercely. As a life cultivator, how could he let it be slaughtered like this? He once again stimulated his spiritual power to resist. However, there was already a fairy sword that nailed him to the ground, and it was constantly weakening him. Even if the fairy sword was ordinary, he struggled but before he had any effect, the second sword had already rushed and pierced his right arm.

"Ah!" Feng Xiao screamed, his hands were covered in blood, and his cultivation was once again lost, making him evolve towards a mortal!

"The third sword, stab for Master Duan Yun! To avenge the killing!"

Xiaotian shouted again, and rushed towards Duan Yun's left leg with his sword. At this time, Huan Yin moved!

He knew that this sword was for his master. If it was an ordinary sword, wouldn't it be cheap for Feng Xiao?

He pushed his hand and blasted out with great force, which was the gravity technique!

The gravity technique was the first technique Huan Yin learned under Duan Yun's teaching after entering the Sword Pavilion. He blasted out this technique at this moment to commemorate his master!

The gravity technique that Huan Yin used now is no longer comparable to that of the past. Xiaotian's fairy sword suddenly increased in speed under Huan Yin's fierce push, and there was a layer of power added to it, which completely changed the aura of the ordinary attack.

The magic sword rushed to Feng Xiao's left leg, and suddenly there was a loud "bang" sound, which directly exploded Feng Xiao's left leg and the nearby ground, and raised a piece of blood, flesh, earth and rocks.

When he could see Feng Xiao's situation again, his left leg was gone. There was only a large amount of blood mixed in the mud, and the immortal sword stuck in the mud.

"Huan Yin, I will never forget this day, and I will definitely avenge today's blood feud in the next life!" Feng Xiao shouted loudly, as if he had used up all his strength.

Huan Yin sneered: "Senior Feng, do you think you can enter the reincarnation just because you are in your current state?"

Feng Xiao is now in a dying state, and his cultivation is less than 10%. He was exhausted after saying that sentence just now, but now he heard Huan Yin's words, and he actually spoke again: "You... you can capture souls?"

Feng Xiao's voice trembled violently, and he was obviously scared to the extreme.

The art of capturing souls is a technique that can seize the fortune of reincarnation, so that the soul cannot enter the reincarnation, cannot see the King of Hell, and cannot be sent to reincarnation. This technique is extremely vicious, but also extremely powerful and terrifying.

If someone's soul is restrained by this technique, it is almost equivalent to eternal inability to reincarnate. Even if he dies, he will be controlled by others and will never be able to turn over.

Originally, Huan Yin would not learn such a technique with his personality, but he was carrying the blood feud of the sect. How could he let his enemy die quickly and then enter reincarnation? Doing so is simply too cheap!

Therefore, Huan Yin learned this technique from Wei Bing in Ziyin Sect.

Although Wei Bing is a cultivator of Ziyin Sect and will not do evil, he can naturally use the soul-binding technique based on his cultivation and knowledge.

Huan Yin swore in front of Wei Bing that he would only use the soul-binding technique to deal with the most vicious cultivators and would never abuse it. Wei Bing then taught him a powerful soul-binding technique.

And this technique is actually the finger of impermanence. However, in order to activate the power of soul-binding, it must be done by life cultivators, and the soul to be restrained must be extremely weak before death to be effective.

Therefore, Feng Xiao was right. Huan Yin was going to use the finger of impermanence to deal with him, to hold his soul and let him suffer for ten thousand years!

Feng Xiao was obviously almost extremely weak now. Xiao Tian still had a sword in front of him. If he stabbed it, Huan Yin could use the finger of impermanence to hold his soul!

Huan Yin sneered: "I learned this magic just for you. You have to enjoy it for ten thousand years!"

Feng Xiao hummed a few more times. I don't know if he was begging for mercy, but no one cared.

"The fourth sword, stab for the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion! To avenge the killing!" Xiao Tian's voice sounded again, and then he controlled the last immortal sword in front of him and rushed towards Feng Xiao.

Feng Xiao's right leg was soon pierced by the immortal sword, and at this moment he was completely nailed to the ground. Not only that, as soon as the fourth sword came out, Feng Xiao's breath was directly weakened to the extreme at this moment, almost approaching the level of a mortal.

He was the master of a pavilion at a sword peak, and a great life cultivator. But now he was no different from an ordinary person. How was he different from death?

However, he wanted to die, but Huan Yin would not give him such an easy chance!

Xiao Tian stopped in the air, and obviously looked at the miserable Feng Xiao for a while. The hatred in his heart must have disappeared a lot, and then he turned into a stream of light and returned to Huan Yin's Qiankun bag.

Huan Yin looked at Feng Xiao and said sternly: "Feng Xiao, today's events are all caused by your selfish desires. Now Huan Yin will avenge the sect and detain your soul for ten thousand years. After ten thousand years, I will personally send you into reincarnation!"

After that, Huan Yin's aura suddenly rose, which had never appeared in any of his previous uses of the Impermanence Finger.

Soon, his aura suddenly changed again, turning into endless gloom and coldness, as if he himself was a messenger from hell.

The next moment, Huan Yin's left eye suddenly became pitch black, and his right eye was completely white, making him look extremely weird at this moment.

"Wu Chang, one finger!" Huan Yin said softly, and then he stretched out his left hand. When he stretched it out, black and white qi appeared out of thin air on his left hand, and they kept entwining and spinning, becoming stronger and stronger!

When the cyclone formed by the black and white qi was as big as a millstone, they suddenly stopped spinning, and then rushed out in an instant, running towards Feng Xiao.

During the process, the black and white qi suddenly separated and turned into two normal-sized ghost messengers, one black and one white, holding soul-chasing sticks, they were the Black and White Wu Chang!