Chapter 537

At the moment, the sea area has been completely overturned by these tentacles, and several warships have been smashed in a short time.

The friars who have stepped into the dust can break free from the vortex by force, but they can't continue to fly between their teeth.

"You Taoist friends, the devil leads out the sea demon. Please stand on the high platform and let us have a place to stay!"

But only with the great ability of transforming dust can we have the strength to escape from this strange vortex. There are also heirs of the holy land. At this moment, they have offered life-saving magic weapons to escape from this strange vortex.

Powerful warships fought back and cut off their tentacles, but after only half a cup of tea, new tentacles were condensed in the sea area, which was not weaker than before!

The sea has been completely turned over. On the bottom of the sea, rough waves cover the sky. A real tentacle extends out from the depths of the sea. At the moment of the tentacle, all people really feel what a great terror is.

Indescribable, immeasurable, nameless, unknown fear from the deep sea. At this moment, everyone can't afford to fight one.

"Don't face it, back off!"

"Back, back!!"

All warships are now at full speed and leave here.

But this tentacle is comparable to mountains, and the speed is not affected by the huge body. It can cross the endless sea in an instant.

A warship was smashed by this tentacle in an instant, and the friars didn't even have a chance to escape. The emergence of this real tentacle made the waving speed of these illusory tentacles more than double. The power of this tentacle is no less than the full blow in the later stage of Huachen. It can't resist at all.

"This is the real monster, the real deep-sea monster."

"In this world, I thought the dust was the best, but now I can spy on the horror of this world..."

"What a terrible existence is hidden in this world!"

Suddenly, countless tiny tentacles stretched out from the sea and the black hole. Almost everyone was wrapped by this force and could not escape.

"What is this..."

Xu Xian was also directly penetrated into her heart by this small tentacle. An unspeakable force circulated in her body, but suddenly, an illusory shadow was pulled out of her body!

Xu Xian was shocked!

This virtual shadow is clearly your own soul! Not only him, but also black phoenix, Yun Qingmiao, Ming Xiaoling, and even Wang Yuan and Bai Ying were pulled out of this soul body.

In the whole sea area, there are countless tentacles on all sides outside. Each tentacle hooks an illusory soul body, which can not be stopped or resisted.

These illusory soul bodies were sucked to the center of the vortex, and all nine tentacles were raised and slapped down!

"Poof!"

Those with low accomplishments bleed on the spot, seven holes bleed on the spot, and even the whole body's skin is cracked!

"This is, what is this!"

"What is sucked away is the soul. This thing can directly beat the soul!"

The soul has always been the most mysterious area of monks. The soul is extremely difficult to recover from trauma, and there are few babies who can defend against soul attack. It is the top genius who stepped into the dust. At the moment, their complexion has changed greatly. The damage of the soul shocked their mind and stepped into the dust. The power of artistic conception is actually a transformation of the soul.

But even so, he suffered other injuries.

Blood flowed from the corners of Wang Yuan's mouth. He sat cross legged in his heart, but there were swords roaring and howling, constantly resisting the attack of the soul.

The white shadow's eyes are full of blood, and the soul attacks. Outsiders can't stop it. They can only carry it by themselves. His fists are tightly clenched, and his nails are deeply embedded in the palm of his hand. He is bleeding. He stands in place without saying a word.

The little face of Ming Xiaoling twisted, but her blood is Jiuming Xuan cat. She is proficient in the way of soul, and her rich soul talent resisted a lot of damage.

Mention the soul

Xu Yi thought of the extraterritorial soul family from Tongtian tower.

He calls the foreign soul family from the root of the stars.

The latter seemed to be sleeping all the time. When he received the call, he suddenly woke up with a shock: "this is, unexpectedly, Ancient Soul Art!"

When the foreign soul family saw this scene, they were greatly surprised. Xu Xian bit her teeth and said, "is there a way to solve it?"

"This is the surviving Holy Spirit and the demigod priest of the great demon! This skill can't be solved. At least it's not as good as molting. It can't resist!"

When the foreign soul family saw this formation, they still said, "this thing can't escape far. It's within a thousand miles. Once you leave during the casting of magic, you will be cursed by sacrifice. After ten breath, you can break through this skill!"

"Only strong support?"

"Or you have enough skill to cause the complete disorder and collapse of the law of the surrounding land, or you can make this skill unable to find the target."

Xu Xian is still talking with foreign soul families.

But in the ocean, a large number of demons flew out.

The appearance of a demon made everyone take a breath of air-conditioning.

Huachen Tianmo, and already has human nature, those blood red eyes now show a crazy bloodthirsty light!

"Roar!!"

With the roar of the devil, the friar whose soul had been damaged vomited blood.

At this time, they finally knew that they had been calculated by these demons!

"Back off, get out of here!!"

Almost most of them began to urge the warships to retreat. If they met these demons on weekdays, they could fight. Now there is at least one Huachen on each warship, but now their souls have been seriously damaged and their strength has been greatly damaged. If they have experienced several times, they don't know what will happen.

The fastest one left the thousands of miles area, but before he could be happy, he suddenly felt that the soul on the tentacle retracted automatically and the soul was complete at this moment.

"Sure enough, leaving this area can relieve this strange power!"

These people were excited, but the dust friar changed his face. He suddenly turned around. He only felt that everything slowed down at the moment when the soul entered the body, and suddenly condensed tentacles behind them!

Snap it.

"No!! my body, why can't I dodge!!"

At the moment when their bodies were dull, their tentacles slapped down.

"Bang!"

The sound of the flesh being directly smashed came. Friar Huachen vomited blood essence, burned, forcibly moved to the original place, hit the air with his tentacle, and aroused thousands of waves.

But before he arrived at Huachen, he was directly beaten to pieces by this blow, with blood dripping, but the blood did not drip, but all condensed out, condensed into the palm of his hand by the Huachen demon, and all absorbed.

And its momentum is a little stronger!

"Monk's blood... It's really a great tonic!"

The husky voice spread around. The dust friar still turned white. Now he wanted to escape, but the tentacle behind him was like a shadow and continued to shoot!

"No!! I just entered the dust, and I'm the first descendant of the holy land. How could I fall here!!!"

"Bang!"

This tentacle can't be avoided at all. What's more, it's the power of slowness!