"Could the twenty-fifth soul be the soul of the Immortal King?" Ning Fan guessed.

"That's right! In order to help you crack the blessing technique, I even used the soul of the Immortal King. Hehe, I am quite interesting!"

The eyeball monster admired the surprised expression in Ning Fan's eyes with satisfaction and began to summon the next soul.

"The fifty-fourth branch of the ancient barbarian world, the leader of the Dongtu tribe, Dongshe, returns to his position quickly!"

As soon as the eyeball monster's voice fell, the soul of an old man with a body and a snake's tail slowly appeared, flying towards the twenty-fifth Dao Crystal Tower with a confused expression.

This person is really an Immortal King!

After Dong Snake, more and more remnant souls of the Immortal Kings were sacrificed by the Eyeball Monster. Sixteen remnant souls of the Immortal Kings were sacrificed in succession, and the Eyeball Monster suddenly became solemn.

There are still three residual souls in his hand, and he is a little reluctant to use these last three.

The eyeball monster looked at the evil spirits in the formation and found that the amount of evil spirits was still not enough, and felt very helpless.

Even if you don't want to, you can't do it. Without getting rid of these three residual souls, you can't break the blessing technique.

If the blessing technique cannot be broken, the chance of killing Yin Mo will be much lower.

How can that be done? He must kill Yin Mo, for this purpose. He can do it at any cost!

"Yin Mo must die! I can't bear the child and can't trap the wolf, so fuck him. Use it all!"

"The nineteenth branch of the ancient barbarian world, Wuster Zang, ancestor of the Wu family, returns to his position quickly!"

As soon as the voice fell, a pale golden remnant soul appeared in the center of the formation, flying towards the 41st Dao Crystal Tower in a daze.

The pale golden remnant soul! This old man named Wuster Zang is an Immortal Emperor!

This is no ordinary Immortal Emperor. This Wuster Zang is an Immortal Emperor of the Seventh Tribulation of Eternity!

"It's actually the soul of the Immortal Emperor!" Ning Fan was quite surprised.

In order to help him break the blessing technique, the eyeball monster even sacrificed the soul of the Immortal Emperor. This feat is not a small feat!

What Ning Fan is more concerned about is where the eyeball monster got so many remnant souls of immortal kings, immortal kings and even immortal emperors.

Could it be that these people were all killed by the eyeball monster and their remaining souls were collected?

"Hey, are you surprised? What surprises you is yet to come!"

The eyeball monster is about to fly into the sky with joy. What can be more fulfilling than conquering facial paralysis?

Hum hum, I'll make your face paralyzed. Let you act cool, you brat. I'm going to shock your teeth!

"The fourth tribe in Taicangchen Realm, Brahma Tribe's Jiezi Fan Shoufei, return to your position quickly!"

The forty-second remnant soul is a young man wearing black monk robes, with a black totem of Tengu eating the sun painted on half of his face.

This black monk boy has a powerful aura that is not weaker than the Seventh Generation Killing Emperor!

"This is... the Immortal Emperor at the peak of the Nine Tribulations!" Ning Fan took a breath of air.

This is the soul of a strong man whose strength is not weaker than the Seventh Generation Killing Emperor, but it was sacrificed by the eyeball monster like garbage.

According to the urea nature of the eyeball monster, the more the soul is placed at the back, the more powerful it is.

This is already the remnant soul of the peak Immortal Emperor. I don’t know if there is a stronger soul behind him...

"Hey! Be surprised, scream. Brat, please use your screams to please me!" The eyeball monster looked very calm on the surface, but was laughing wildly on the inside.

Having had enough pretense, the eyeball monster slowly summoned the forty-third soul.

This is the last remaining soul in his hand, but it is also the strongest one!

The forty-third soul is an old man whose whole body is burning like flames. His body is densely covered with runes, and only one of his eyes is transformed by thunder.

Behind him, there was a huge ring shadow emitting black light, which suddenly appeared, as dazzling as the sun!

That black ring shadow is actually the Ring of the First Saint owned by the First Saint!

"This is...the soul of a saint?!" Ning Fan's expression changed drastically. Facing the remnant soul of a saint, he could not remain calm.

"Silly boy, don't be so surprised. Look at your potential! Look carefully, this is not the soul of a saint. He is just an incarnation of the saint. I am not that generous to make a real saint's body.

I will sacrifice my soul to you." The eyeball monster said angrily, and his heart was already so happy.

He knew that Ning Fan would foolishly think that this was a saint's soul, and would be shocked by it. Haha! Everything was as expected!

"The third tribe in the Taicangchen Realm, the Heavenly Lord of the Lightning Tribe, the ancestor of Youyan, is incarnated, return to his position quickly!"

As the forty-third soul returned to its position, the ferocious aura of the entire formation turned into hundreds of bloody dragons, stirring up wind and clouds above the valley.

In order to help Ning Fan crack the blessing technique, the eyeball monster used one hundred billion Dao crystals and forty-three powerful remnant souls, but it was still not enough!

"This evil spirit needs to be stronger. It seems that we can only use that thing..."

The eyeball monster was in pain again.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally took out a drop of ink-black blood and dropped it into the freshwater lake.

I don’t know where the blood drop came from. Once it dripped into the lake, all the water in the lake immediately turned as black as ink, and an incredibly powerful aura of immortality rose into the sky!

The evil spirit in the entire formation has increased several times with the addition of this drop of blood!

Whose blood is this!

It was just a drop of blood, but the evil energy contained in it was several times the combined evil energy of the forty-three previous strong men!

"This is the soul essence and blood of the Immortal Emperor! The inheritance has a trace of the immortal power of the Immortal Emperor! Brat, I have tried my best to help you. I hope you will not forget what you promised me!" The eye-eyed monster gave a slight warning.

reminded.

"Okay, you quickly enter the bottom of the lake. I will hold a barbarian ceremony for you and crack the blessing technique!"

"The process will be somewhat painful, and you may even die, but you must get through it, I won't let you really die!"

The eyeball monster showed his serious face. The following ritual was very crucial and no mistakes were allowed. He had to take it seriously.

Ning Fan really wanted to know who the eyeball monster was, and where he got so many remnant souls of powerful men. He could even get a drop of the soul essence blood of the immortal emperor.

"Don't ask any more questions and get into the bottom of the lake quickly!" As if he could see the confusion in Ning Fan's eyes, the Eyeball Monster felt proud in his heart, but on his face he urged Ning Fan to get into the lake quickly.

After Ning Fan was silent for a while, he walked towards the lake step by step.

He could feel that the closer he got to the lake, the more the blessing technique on him was weakening.

This formation indeed has the power to break the blessing technique. The eyeball monster didn't seem to lie to him.

Just keep a little vigilance...

Ning Fan's body swayed, turned into a golden light, flew into the lake, and rushed straight to the bottom of the lake.

The lake is as black as ink, as thick as blood, and has a biting coldness.

This coldness helps weaken the blessing technique.

"You seemed to have been hit by the magic of summoning barbarians before? As a result, you experienced three disasters and became a Shaosi barbarian?" The eyeball monster's voice suddenly came from above the lake.

"Yes." Ning Fan replied.

"It seems that Old Man Yinmo suppressed your last six losses... Boy, hold on!"

In the valley, the eyeball monster was mumbling words, and gray runes kept flying out and submerging into the lake.

In the gray sky, the shadows of ancient barbarian statues began to appear, and the sound of barbarians chanting scriptures was heard constantly.

As time went by, three of the most gigantic phantoms appeared in the world.

The three giant statues are blurry and their specific appearance cannot be clearly seen.

The eyeball monster looked at the three colossi with solemn eyes and began to pray for a long time. An hour later, the eyeball monster suddenly turned towards the leftmost colossus, with a slightly complicated look on his face, and muttered something.

"The good corpse mourns the death, appears!"
Chapter completed!