Chapter 803

Yi Heng's eyes once again show a gorgeous magic, whistling sound like a life threatening song into the ear.

But he slowly closed his open mouth, and the shock on his face faded away.

"The soul power is all concentrated in me, resist with all one's strength!" From the platform of life and death came a burst of drinking. The sound was exactly the monk of the spirit family in the period of practicing emptiness.

Before his voice fell, the soul monk knew what he meant.

Only on the stage of life and death, the rest of the soul family friars instantly stimulated their soul power and went to him.

His body, which had been scattered all over the place, immediately drew closer to him.

Invisible soul forces gather in the center, where the space is rippled.

The silent round shield appears on the platform of life and death, firmly protecting the soul clan hiding below.

At this time, the Terran monk's magic was overwhelming.

"Click, boom..."

"Bobo, Bobo..."

People's eyes suddenly closed, powerful magic hit the shield, no one dares to imagine how spectacular the scene is.

But in an instant, the images from the divine consciousness shocked people.

As soon as the gorgeous spell came into contact with the shield, it was like smashing into deep water. Although the shield was shaking violently, it didn't break instantly.

"Full defense!"

The monks of the soul clan gathered together in a moment of great morale, hands ten fingers quickly pinch the finger formula, and the waves in the middle of the eyebrows are sent to the upper shield.

The shield shakes violently and gets the support of soul power. It becomes stable in an instant, but the void is still rippling over the platform of life and death.

Yi Heng finally understood why all monks were not optimistic about the Terran.

From beginning to end, no one offered a magic weapon.

Without magic weapon, how can the Terran defeat the soul clan who specializes in soul only by magic?

"No way!"

On the stage of life and death, the Mahayana Terran monk roared, his eyes were red, and his magic power was exhausted.

"Thunder! Disease

Mana rushes to the soul clan, and purple thunder forms in an instant. With the power of thunderbolt, they rush to each other.

"Poof! Ha ha, stop him

As soon as the soul monk opened his mouth to speak, a mouthful of fresh blood came out of his mouth.

He just laughed and didn't look afraid.

"Boom boom boom..."

The Mahayana period is the strongest monk in the starry sky. How much more than the cultivation period?

"Boo boo..."

"Poop, poop, poop..."

In the public's divine consciousness, the shield was struck by lightning all over the sky. A sound of "Bo Bo" came, and the shield was gradually broken.

One by one, the monks of the soul clan below gushed blood, and their faces were pale. They looked at the broken shield above in horror.

"Bang, bang, Bang..."

First, in the middle of the shield, under a purple lightning strike, there were cracks the size of a thumb.

With the continuous lightning strike, the cracks spread all around and finally extended to the edge of the shield, cutting the shield into pieces instantly.

All the monks in the cave are focused on life and death.

The shield is broken, and the remaining purple thunder is burning. It rushes to the soul monk who is in despair.

Yi Heng didn't know when he was so scared that he opened his mouth and looked at everything that happened on the stage of life and death.

The power of Mahayana finally witnessed that his face was not much better than that of the soul clan.

"Click, click..."

In the purple thunder, more than ten soul friars didn't even make a miserable cry. They were smashed to pieces in an instant.

"Ah, ah..."

A burst of wailing sound, more than 10 soul family friars covered in scorched black, turned over and fell to the ground.

The two sides fell on the platform of life and death, and disappeared from the white barrier. It was only ten minutes, but the scene was so tragic that the prisoners in the stone chamber were terrified.

We can see that the friars in the Mahayana period of the human race are facing the soul race, holding a top-grade spirit stone in both hands. The naked eye can see that the top-grade spirit stone in the heart of that hand is crumbling at an amazing speed.

In the divine sense, he was dressed in hemp and thin.

But in the hearts of the people, they felt that it was high and towering, standing in front of the human friars, like an insurmountable mountain.

The Terran friars behind him were scattered, leaving only more than 30 people.

Everyone's face was pale. Some looked at the broken body beside them with fear, and some looked at the figure in front of them with gratitude.

On the one hand, the soul monk was even more miserable.

There are only twelve monks who can stand.

In the face of the first wave of magic, there was no time to defend, and eighteen people with the lowest cultivation were killed.

Just now, the shield was broken, and there were 11 more people directly reduced to ashes.Leiyan hit, the whole body scorched Hu, fell to the ground can't get up again 13 people.

The foot is full of stumps and broken legs, a scorched blood.

The twelve lonely soul friars were in despair.

Deep hole at this time came heavy breathing sound, clenched fist slowly loosen.

Thirty one of the Terran friars versus twelve of the soul friars, the result seems obvious.

Unexpectedly, the friars of the soul clan in the period of practicing emptiness did not panic. On the contrary, they laughed loudly.

"Jie Jie, Jie Jie..."

Rampant laughter in the giant cave to and fro, spread into hundreds of layers of orderly arranged caves, spread to all the friars' ears.

Yi Heng's body is full of pimples, and his heart feels uncomfortable.

"The magic power of Mahayana is really powerful, but can you release this kind of magic power?"

Finally, with a trace of respect, the words stopped.

"Click, click!" There were two soft sounds, and the hands of the monks in the Mahayana period of the human race shook slightly, and a cloud of dust was ejected from the palm of their hands.

The two top-grade spirit stones had been exhausted and turned into ashes.

When the soul clan asked questions, his hands and fingers moved, and two spirit stones flew out, which he held tightly in his hand.

Only now, his face was still pale and his eyes were still red.

But the towering body, is still motionless, closed lips slowly open, whispered: "just shield, you can again?"

"Ha ha, I really can't!"

As soon as the conversation stopped, the two men, thirty feet apart, seemed to have a heart of their own, and started at the same time.

An instant release of mana, a soul out of the force.

Before he could see it clearly, Yi Heng heard the sound of "poo, poo, poo, poo".

On the stage of life and death, the soul monks were bleeding from their chests, and they were holding out their right hands to cover their chests.

The Terran friars, with their heads exploding, fell to the ground slowly.

The monks of the soul family in the cultivation period and the human family in the Mahayana period still stand opposite each other.

Thirty feet apart, he didn't know and cared about what happened behind him.

"Bo, Bo, Bo..."

Before the soul monk's right hand reached his chest, his body fell to the ground.

At the same time, the body of the Terran friar whose head exploded also touched the ground.

A dull sound spread into the ears of the people, splashing blood and limbs on the platform of life and death flying around.

There are two left behind each.

On the stage of life and death, alone.

Yi Heng's cold sweat evaporates instantly, and his naked upper body feels a burst of cold.

Cold into the heart, the heart seems to be frozen, can't beat.

Six.

One hundred and six monks, less than 30 breath, there were only six left.

It turns out that the moment they make eye contact, they have decided who will live or die, and each other will wantonly kill their own people.

The figure in linen clothes became fragile and humble.

A heavy gasp came from the platform of life and death. I could hear it from such a distance.

The friars behind them are all in the period of practicing emptiness, and their accomplishments not only determine the superiority and inferiority, but also the life and death.

Six people, already meet the rules.

But all the friars raised a heart, and the palms soaked with sweat.

The stage of life and death, no life and no death.

Next time, who will fight and who will die?

"Well! The first one on stage is really bold

"Yes, I wasted my time."

"Well, let the newcomers know some rules!"

...

to everyone's relief, the top did not immediately point out the next monks, but wanted them to know the rules.

Suddenly, people naturally roll up their ears, slightly side their heads, ready to listen carefully to the words from above.

The host's voice came: "Alas! Is it my fault that I didn't explain the rules clearly? Uncle, please

Yi Heng frowned slightly. What's the rule? Do you need to trouble his uncle?

"If you don't fight with all your strength, kill on the spot!"

As if a voice appeared in my mind, people were shocked.

In the divine sense, the six people on the stage of life and death looked up blankly.

But no one showed up, no voice.

"Poop, poop..."

Four light rings, the two people on the stage of life and death look back.

The two monks behind them were confused and lax.

On his face and forehead, there was a trace of blood for no reason.

Then, the head is broken one by one and falls down, touching the body, and the flesh and bone of the body are also broken one by one and falls down.

In a flash, their bodies were cut back and forth by countless sharp blades, and the pieces of meat on their bodies kept sliding down and piling up under their feet.The body is less and less, shorter and shorter. In the blink of an eye, there are only two piles of flesh and blood piled up where they stand.

Only the heat, the blood and the flesh kept reminding people that there were two living monks standing there just now.

"Starland, no, no..."

In the face of two piles of steaming bones and flesh, the two lonely friars on the stage trembled and murmured to themselves, and their helpless bodies dragged their feet back feebly.

In the cave, no one spoke.

Thousands of monks hiding in the stone chamber were also trembling, watching them retreat further and further.

"Pa, PA, PA..."

Drag the pace of life and death in the spread of flesh and blood across the stage, pull out two gradually long bloodstains.

The two men's despairing and lifeless eyes suddenly came back to life when they were 15 feet away from the edge.

With a laugh, the body shape of the monk disappeared instantly. When the voice came, he was in the deep hole under the stage of life and death.

"Ha ha..."

The corner of the mouth of the monk in the Mahayana period of the human race is split. His eyes are like looking at the place where the soul monk disappeared. His knees are slightly bent and his palms are firmly clenched.