(When feeling the coming death, the ancestor of the resentful spirit stared at Xiao Yan and laughed unwillingly. The Bone Throne opened a feast of fighting spirits amid his hysterical laughter.)

The illusory figure sitting upright on the Throne of Bone seemed to sense everything. He could no longer hold back. He stood up and pressed his palm on the Throne of Bone with force. With a muffled sound, the handrail of the Throne of Bone broke and fragments splashed everywhere.

The hideous face of the ancestor of the resentful spirit added an uncontrollable anger. A pair of blood-colored eyes suddenly transformed out, passing through the void, hanging high above the heads of Xiao Yan and the others.

This pair of blood-colored eyes has a breathtaking magic. Although it is hanging in the air, it seems to pierce everyone's bodies and intimidate everyone's souls, which is creepy.

Only Xiao Yan's soul power was strong enough and he was not as deterred as others. He turned around coldly, showed a sarcastic smile, and fought against his blood-colored eyes.

The blood-colored eyes were provoked, and their eyes suddenly became gloomy and became more blood-devouring and crazy. The powerful soul intimidation caused Xiao Yan's mouth to twitch slightly.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and secretly used the Blood Spirit Skill, and suddenly felt that the pressure was greatly reduced.

"Hahahaha, young man, such a powerful soul power, a large range of soul fighting skills. If you devour your soul power, it will be of great benefit to me!"

The hoarse voice of the ancestor of the resentful spirit seemed to be heard in everyone's ears.

The words "What a large-scale soul fighting technique" fell into Xiao Yan's ears, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This sentence was equivalent to acknowledging the power of Xiao Yan's "Yellow Spring".

In other words, the ancestor of the resentful spirit will not be so stupid that he will continue to consume too much soul power to summon countless skeletons! And this is exactly the result Xiao Yan wants to get.

Xiao Yan was delighted, but his slightly pale face did not dare to show any expression, because at this time Xiao Yan's soul power had been overdrawn, and the soul sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have been torn into countless pieces, and it was torn after being spliced, and then spliced ​​and then torn...

Dou Qi can be restored with pills, but the power of the soul does not exist, so it can only be restored slowly by time.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to suppress the painful exhalation that he could hardly control. His steps felt frivolous, but under the support of the Tianhuo Ancient Ruler, he did not dare and did not reveal any abnormality.

"Hmph! A bunch of waste!"

Suddenly, the roar of the ancestor of the resentful spirits sounded, and a green light trembled in the dense skeleton legion in the endless desert, and countless resentful spirits all made low hissings of surrender and begging.

The ancestor of the resentful spirit had a squinted eyes, and his hands and hand prints changed sharply. The green light from the skulls was instantly pulled away from the skeleton and flew towards the ancestor of the resentful spirit.

The bones that lost the resentful spirit were physically and unsightly, standing there in a daze, no longer threatening Xiao Yan and others.

Everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone felt relieved, their toes became weak and almost fell into trouble.

Xiao Yan kept fighting for his life and refused to show any sign of fatigue. What he bet on was the fear of the ancestor of the resentful spirit for his soul's power.

Obviously, Xiao Yan had the right bet.

This matter is very dangerous. If the ancestor of the resentful spirit is a little patient, and wait for a little longer, everyone's ending may be rewritten! Thinking of this, a cold feeling came from Xiao Yan's back.

"Don't be too happy too early! Try the Eighteen Blood Spirit Array that I forged with Resentful Spirits!"

The ancestor of the resentful spirit suddenly raised a hint of rebelliousness.

I saw that with the gathering of Dou Qi and the resentful spirits, eighteen blood-colored flags appeared out of thin air on the throne of the Bone. The flags soared into the sky, like pillars supporting the sky, standing under the sky.

The ancestor of the resentful spirits, who was in the center of the Bone Throne, quickly made a coherent handprint, and continuously injected the fighting spirit and soul power into the formation.

"There has never been a living person under this formation. This has been done before and after that, it must be like this!"

The words of the ancestor of the resentful spirit are loud and full of crazy confidence.

Before Xiao Yan and his friends could breathe a few breaths, their slightly loose nerves tense again.

In the distance, with the ancestor of the resentful spirits as the center, the eighteen blood-colored flagpoles were all thousands of feet high. The flags were waving and shaking out a hazy, completely covering the world.

At this moment, the sky is no longer the original sky, nor the earth is the previous one.

Everyone stood there without moving at all, but they felt as if they were in a tumbling flag. There was only a blood-red piece in the sky and the ground, like a wave of blood boiling. The smell of blood swept over, accompanied by the overwhelming redness, was so rich that it could not dissipate, which was disgusting.

Xiao Yan looked at it and saw that the blood flag was actually formed by countless resentful spirits, swallowing each other and tearing each other against each other, trying to choose someone to eat, which was extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Everyone did not dare to act rashly, so they could only form a circle, beware of the movements around them, and be ready to resist possible situations at any time.

"At the price of sacrifice to the vitality of resentful spirits, summon the blood evil energy of the earth and achieve the supreme blood spirit formation! It is your honor to be able to enjoy this formation! Hahaha."

The unrestrained voices of the ancestor of the resentful spirit are sometimes close and sometimes far away, and cannot be followed.

"This wave of strangeness and resentment is soaring. We must deal with it carefully."

The golden shield had already lit up, covering everyone. Xiao Zhan, who had always been impulsive, stared at the illusory figure of the ancestor of the resentful spirit in the center of the formation, frowned, and showed a rare calmness and calmness on his face.

Everyone looked at the endless blood spirit formation, without any shock due to the words of the ancestor of the resentful spirit, and quietly waited for the coming decisive battle.

At this time, there were many resentful spirits flying in layers of blood beside everyone. The eighteen flags became vaguely visible, as if they could take a step forward, but they seemed out of reach. This strange visual contrast made Xiao Yan frown deeply.

"The first flag moves, the blood knife sacrifices to the sky!"

The angry shout of the ancestor of the resentful spirit came from the blood spirit formation. Immediately afterwards, the blood flag was waving, and countless resentful spirits transformed into a giant sword and slashed from the sky. A sharp sword light illuminated the cheeks of Xiao Yan and his men, and instantly slashed as lightning from the sky.

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"The sky is angry in the Yellow Spring!"

Xiao Yan slashed his hands slowly and vigorously, enduring the feeling of weakness caused by the drying of consciousness sea, and launched an attack.

A giant stepped out again, igniting the water of the Yellow Spring River and rolling towards the giant sword.

Xiao Yan sighed in his heart. Although there was no skeleton like the sea, it had been exchanged for countless resentful spirits. I really don’t know if it should be said to be happy or sad, but now I can only fight to the death.

"Well!"

Everyone exclaimed a shocked scream.

But in the blink of an eye, the "Yellow Spring Heavenly Wrath" that had just gone unfavorable just now faced the giant sword, but it was like leaves falling into the water inadvertently. After only ripples were caused, the afterimage dissipated in the void, and everything returned to peace.

Immediately afterwards, a surging wind came, the knife fell faster and the wind became more violent.

"Why, why?"

Everyone was puzzled. The "Yellow Spring Heavenly Wrath" that was just now dealing with Yuru's "Yellow Spring" like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Why is it that now facing the resentful spirits is powerless? Not only is it powerless, but it seems to be vulnerable?

In the shock, the sword was approaching.

"I'll do it!"

Xiao Zhan suddenly moved, stepped forward in the void, and the golden light shrank rapidly, turning into layers of armor covering the hard fists. He punched hard, colliding with the giant knife, arousing blood-colored golden light all over the sky.

"Bang!"

With a heavy muffled sound, the light and shadow disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Zhan took seven steps in a row, and his arm armor made a "creaking" sound of shattering along a knife mark, spreading, cracking, and turning into pieces and disappearing into pieces in the air.

At the same time, the blood knife slowly dissipated and turned into a smuggled spirit and merged into the blood spirit formation.

"Hahaha, this is just the beginning!"

The crazy shouts of the ancestor of the resentful spirits rose again, mixed with a sense of pride of contempt.

"Damn it! You... have the ability to come out and fight alone!"

Xiao Zhan roared in anger, his anger deafening sound.

"Young man, although your soul power is strong enough, it is still a delusion to break through the resentful spirit that has covered me for many years of blood evil spirits!" The ancestor of the resentful spirit turned a deaf ear to Xiao Zhan's provocation and spoke wildly to Xiao Yan, "Just die obediently!"

"It's so arrogant." Zhen Ni couldn't help but interrupt, her slender hands brushed her messy hair, revealing her beautiful face.

She turned her head and looked at Xiao Yan with concern, her face was blue and white, and understood his worries, but she had no choice but to do anything and was extremely anxious.

Feeling Zhen Ni's gaze, Xiao Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and showed a reluctant smile.

"The power of the soul is useless, so how can we break the blood spirit array?"

Looking at the blood-colored formation of the resentful spirits, Xiao Yan fell into deep thought.

"The second flag moves, the blood spear comes out of the hole!"

Without any breathing time, the second move of the ancestor of the resentful spirits has come one after another.

Eighteen blood-colored flags rolled violently like floods. Eighteen blood spears quickly changed their directions like lightning, flashing and appearing, disappearing, passing through layers of blood mist and stabbing everyone.

At the same time, hidden in the blood of the sky, countless sharp and shrill roars of resentful spirits suddenly sounded, disturbing everyone's minds.

The blood flag was waving, and the spear tip danced, like a poisonous snake letter, flashing with sharp light, flexible and rapid, making people unable to understand the truth.

"call!"

The whistling sound suddenly sounded, and before Xiao Yan could react, the blood-colored spear tip had pierced his clothes and came straight to his chest.

"careful!"

Le Shaolong and Ziying were ready to go for a long time. While they were stunned by the speed of the blood spear, the weapon was unsheathed, and the figure had disappeared. They flashed in front of Xiao Yan, leaving only two remaining shadows on the spot.

The solid figure and sharp weapons just blocked the attack of the spear, and then went up with the momentum, and the fast blade was like the wind, slashing towards the eighteen spears.

"Bang bang bang!"

The eighteen blood-colored spears were like eighteen angry dragons, slamming Le Shaolong and Ziying like blood-devouring. One blow was fiercer than the other, one more shocking.

Huge beads of sweat oozed out of Le Shaolong and Ziying's forehead, their faces became distorted and pale, their hands holding the weapons were covered with blue veins, and there were violent sounds of bumps between their teeth.

They will soon be unable to hold on.

Everyone hurriedly showed off their weapons and formed a series of dazzling handprints to prepare for support.
Chapter completed!