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Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth three thousand days of soul silk

The Black Soul Ancestor laughed strangely, and his body swept again, but the target was not Su Yang, but another team of monks in front of the barrier in the distance.

"Black soul ancestor, please spare me. I will withdraw from here immediately and I will never dare to fight with the ancestor."

"I would like to make a pity and never mention seeing you in the secret realm."

"Senior Black Soul, I am a disciple of Nianshui Sect. The Supreme Elder of our sect is an old acquaintance. I hope to see the Supreme Elder and let the younger generation leave."

The five people in this monk team knew that they had no resistance in front of the Black Soul Ancestor, so they begged for mercy, made friendships, and made poisonous oaths. In this environment, facing the terrifying existence of the Black Soul Ancestor, which has absolutely crushed strength, this is the only thing they can do.

After three breaths, several blood rains fell. In the rage of the Black Soul Ancestor, the monk team was completely destroyed, and the death was extremely tragic. They all turned into meat under the black shiny soul silk of the Black Soul Ancestor.

At the same time, everyone in the Nantian Sword Sect had formed a sword formation under the instructions of Fu Chenyao and retreated to the farthest distance from the Black Soul Ancestor. After all, with the combat power of these few people, Yu Fu Chenyao and Su Yang joined forces to fight the Black Soul Ancestor not only had no help, but even distracted them because of their existence.

"Once I fight with the Sultan Master, you will immediately take this opportunity to return to the Ling Ice Cave. Now the ice dragon is gone. You guys work together to get out of trouble. Go outside and find a hidden place to hide until the secret realm is closed and return to Yaowang Mountain."

"Then Senior Sister Fu, what should you do?"

"war"

Fu Chenyao uttered a word from her mouth, and her aura changed dramatically in an instant. A pair of beautiful eyes flashed with a raging war, and a tangible sword shadow appeared on her head.

With the highest "Juechen Sword Technique" in the Nantian Sword Sect, she has transformed into a sword that shakes the sky and hits the earth, a fearless sword full of murderous intent, and a sword of enlightenment that breaks the Nirvana Sky.

Su Yang, who had already transformed into the image of a mighty war god, was shocked, "This cold and bingbingbing, there are really many trump cards."

At this moment, except for the disciples of the Nantian Sword Sect who were protected by Su Yang and Fu Chenyao in the distance, there were no one else. There were dozens of cultivators in front of the Holy Fire Cave and the Spirit Ice Cave. At this moment, there were less than ten people left.

Except for the twenty cultivators who could not withstand the cruel environment in the Holy Fire Cave and the Spirit Ice Cave and disappeared, the rest of them all died at the hands of the Black Soul Ancestor.

"Ignorance Junior, with the power of you two, you also tried to fight this ancestor, which is a joke."

Although it is known that Su Yang and Fu Chenyao are both monster-level geniuses, in the eyes of the Black Soul Ancestor, they are just two slightly stronger ants. The gap between the two major realms cannot be made up for by the word "monster".

But what the Black Soul Ancestor did not expect was that what responded to him was a "thunderbolt" that Su Yang suddenly stood up and shot out from the air.

The golden fist seal that hit like a meteor was melting with the power of the black prison thunder, rolling in. The wind pressure created by the powerful force almost crushed and crushed everything within a radius of ten feet.

The Nascent Soul hand flashing with a strange black light appeared again, but when he heard a "bang", the thunder fist that was invincible without even a ripples, he was slapped into nothingness by a slap.

Without any stop, the Nascent Soul hand flew up in the sky and pressed down from the position where Su Yang and Fu Chenyao were located with the force of Mount Tai.

Nine sword lights burst out in a row, condensed into a sword formation, stirring up thousands of sword energy, and immediately came out of the air. It was the attack that Fu Chenyao, who had accumulated for a long time, exploded to the extreme by using the "Nine Swords of the Extreme Realm".

With the point of breaking the surface, the nine swords attacked, and countless sword energy pierced the downward Nascent Soul hand like raindrops, and it was instantly destroyed like a mud cow entering the sea. Not to mention that it was a hindrance, it could not weaken the slightest.

Su Yang and Fu Chenyao both burst into their best combat state. Seeing that their mastery of magical powers had returned in vain, they both made their body movements as fast as possible at the first time. At the moment when the Nascent Soul hand was slapped, they flashed five feet away.

"Bang"

A roar like a heavy hammer hit the ground was heard, and the Nascent Soul, whose hand was exposed to the strange black light, pressed hard on the ground, slapped a huge palm-shaped pit about a foot deep.

The Black Soul Ancestor was obviously not satisfied with the result. The two ants were not slapped to death by their Nascent Soul Hand. This was unbearable. Let them taste more terrifying methods than the Nascent Soul Hand, and also make these two demon-level geniuses die even more miserable.

"Three Thousand Heavenly Soul Silks"

But when the Black Soul Ancestor bounced his fingers ten times, strands of black and shiny soul silk that appeared faintly tilted out from his fingers in an instant, covering a hundred feet in a circle.

This Heavenly Soul Silk is an evil magic weapon he refined in the early stage of the Golden Elixir. After he entered the early stage of the Nascent Soul, he merged with many rare refining materials and spent ten years of hard work to redeem it.

He even sacrificed the souls of hundreds of golden elixir monks to integrate into it. Although he had not reached the level of the Nascent Soul Magical Weapon, he could also be called a powerful magical weapon at the quasi-Natural Soul level.

Once sacrificed, the three thousand soul silks changed thousands of times, almost nothing could be stopped. With just one thought, you can cut and tear everything within ten miles, attack or defend. It is like the most powerful and powerful magic weapon of the Black Soul Ancestor, besides his natal magic weapon "Tiandu Ghost King Banner".

Now because he forcibly suppressed his cultivation level below the Golden Pill Stage, the offensive and defensive range of the Three Thousand Heavenly Soul Silk has also been reduced to a hundred feet, but in the eyes of the Black Soul Ancestor, it has been a bit of a big deal to deal with the evil-level genius in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Fu Chenyao seemed to know the power of the "Three Thousand Heavenly Soul Silks". Without thinking twice, she had already sacrificed her natal magic weapon Duxu Yin-Yang Sword.

The sword energy is like a dragon, the sword energy shows its true form, and the black and white light is flashing with extremely fast speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, which is actually blocking more than a hundred heavenly soul threads that quietly run in front of her.

At the same time, Su Yang chose a completely different way of dealing with it. He did not take any defense, but instead spoke thunder, his left arm lit up the battle pattern of the arm, and urged the drum to make a "thunderous shock".

The most mysterious and enormous move among the three changes of thunder was Su Yang's third time in battle. The golden fist print exploded, and sixty-four golden ripples appeared, releasing one devastating wave after another, and vowing to turn everything around him into dust.

But unexpectedly, more than a hundred interwoven nets of the sky soul silk attacking Su Yang were slightly defeated by the ripples of "thunder-thunder" under the high-speed shock of the sixty-four golden ripples, but it took advantage of the momentum to play a terrifying sound that made the soul tremble.
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