Chapter 952

"Boom!"

When the soul elder was about to start, the border he created was under strong attack with constant roar. Outside the border, attacks were like continuous artillery shells.

Elder soul frowned slightly. I didn't expect that there were other accomplices behind the child!

"Click!"

While the soul elder frowns. This is not a solid border, which was broken by Zhao Yi's war spirit puppet. Two figures, completely appeared in front of the soul elder.

"I know you. I didn't expect that tianxianzong would not go there. How could you come to our heavenly soul sect to do such sneaky things! "

The soul elder's eyes narrowed slightly. When he saw Zhao Yi's accomplishments, he couldn't help but laugh at him.

A god man in his later period even had the courage to steal tianhunzhi.

"Are you all right, son?"

Zhao Yi's sight directly bypasses the soul elder. Without saying a word, he squats down toward the little tiger son, looking at him covered with blood. In his dark eyes, a little killing intention is gathering wildly.

"I can't die yet. This is tianhunzhi. I must not be robbed by them, or I won't forgive you in any case."

At this time, the little tiger's air is like gossamer. Looking at Zhao Yi in front of him, he felt an indescribable sense of security in his heart. Without hesitation, he put the heavenly soul Zhi, which was stained with his own blood, into Zhao Yi's hands.

After all this, little tiger seems to have used up all his strength. Fall in Zhao Yi's arms, unconscious.

"Don't worry, even if I spare my life, I won't let it fall into other people's hands!"

Zhao Yi has no premonitory tears in his eyes. He thinks that he will bring the injured tiger into his own demon core world. The running Cang Shen Dian secretly healed his wounds.

"This kid."

It is the first time for the soul elder to see the living people disappear in vain. That's all. Stealing the best treasure in Zongli is the result of being killed!

"Almighty demon, how can I defeat this old man?"

Zhao Yi's magic power runs inside, and an array that he doesn't know when to set up quietly rises in the middle of the ground, with a lightning fast momentum. Covering the surrounding area.

"Principle your own graveyard? It seems that you still have some self-knowledge. "

The soul elder's hands drop slightly, a pair of double pupil languidly look around. The corner of his mouth is a sneer.

"No, this cemetery. It's for you. "

Zhao Yi takes a deep breath, and the magic column appears in his hand. When he is waving, the air can't bear the pressure for a while, and the sound of breaking the sky will ring out.

"I'm not ashamed of it!"

The soul elder was angry and laughed. His cultivation was in the later stage of the gods, but Zhao Yi could not even touch the spirit realm. What qualifications does Zhao Yi have. Can you beat him?

"If you want to rely on the broken iron around you, you can only say that you are talking about dreams!"

The soul elder stamped his feet on the ground, but his body was like an arrow. He didn't look old or weak at all.

"Not to the end. How do you know? "

Zhao Yi smiles, and his heart moves. The warspirit puppet beside him immediately blocks him in front of him like a human wall, fiercely fighting with the soul elder.

Zhao Yi's war spirit puppet, at best, can only play the power of the spirit in the middle period, and is not the opponent of the soul elder at all, and is soon defeated.

Without waiting for Zhao Yi to use up the points, it is estimated that the warspirit puppet can be beaten and scrapped by the soul elder.