Chapter 104 Soul Capture

"Boom!"

As Hun Changqing's words fell, the entire earth began to tremble violently. The ground cracked and shattered inch by inch, and a huge roar sounded, like bursts of thunder, continuously.

Suddenly, countless huge dark tree trunks emerged from the cracked ground. The trunks rose into the sky, dancing and twisting crazily, destroying everything within a radius of dozens of miles, like a demon in a troubled world.

So ferocious, terrifying, and evil!

The wooden trunks, which were as dark as the abyss, exuded extremely rich and shocking death energy, eroding and destroying all life in its path.

"ah……"

"don't want……"

"We were forced here by Fan Tong! It's none of my business!"

"I'm just a theater person!"

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Suddenly, the entire battlefield was filled with screams and wails, which began to resound through the sky after the black trees came out. They were endless, and the wails revealed infinite despair and fear.

At this moment, with the ruins of the auction house where Hun Changqing was as the center, a purgatory on earth was taking place within a radius of dozens of miles. Blood was sprayed every moment, and broken arms and limbs were hacked every moment.

The wood tore and broke and flew into the air.

More people were devoured by the terrifying death qi, their vitality was cut off, and they turned into a dry, black corpse like a skeleton.

The color of the corpse was consistent with the color of the black wood. It was as hard as stone. It looked extremely twisted, weird and disgusting!

In the air at this time, the smell of corpses and blood were intertwined together, forming a disgusting smell that would make people sick after just one sniff.

Black death energy and gray Yin energy are intertwined and spread throughout the battlefield. Once ordinary people step into this place, they will instantly turn into a horrifying skeleton. This scene at this moment can be said to be an abyss of hell.

, no one in the netherworld would not believe it.

In the center of the pitch-black sea of ​​trees, a blood shadow was flashing and flashing rapidly, while the black trees behind him were chasing him leisurely, as if they were teasing him.

Fan Qi looked at Kuroki who looked like a hunter, regarding himself as prey. When he was about to be overtaken, he slowed down and followed him leisurely, as if he was enjoying the thrill of hunting.

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Listening to the heart-rending screams of the Blood Sect disciples that echoed throughout the sea of ​​trees all around.

Fan Qi's heart was filled with anger, he hated! He was desperate! He also felt sad for himself.

He had been wanton, lawless, and murderous all his life. He was a top giant in the Black Corner Region, but now his son was beaten to a pulp and no one was left.

I am still in this dense sea of ​​trees with no end in sight, which makes people feel extremely hopeless, being played by these black trees like a dog. How sad!

He didn't understand why everything had changed in just a few hours when everything was fine in the morning.

However, although he was extremely desperate, Fan Qi did not give up resistance. He fought to the death and still had a glimmer of hope. If he gave up, there would really be nothing left.

However, these black trees just wanted to see Fan Qian desperately trying to escape, and wanted to see the wonderful expression on his face when he struggled so hard and finally couldn't break free from the fate that had been set by Hun Changqing.

Hun Changqing was standing on a huge black tree at this moment, slowly following the blood shadow that was running madly in the sea of ​​black trees, looking at the fat maggot in embarrassment, his eyes full of teasing,

He grinned ferociously, and his teeth as white as bones appeared under his smile.

"Jiejie..."

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"boom!"

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Qi was finally drained of all the fighting energy in his body. He fell to the ground like a broken sack. His body was broken everywhere. There were blood holes of different sizes on his shoulders, legs, abdomen, and chest.

It was as if something had penetrated him directly.

The body that was originally huge and ferocious, like a hill, is now as withered and skinny as a mummy, and the look in his eyes is slack. If it weren't for the faint breath that was spitting out from the slightly opened and closed lips without any blood and completely cracked.

, no one would think that he is still alive.

In the process of escaping, Heimu accelerated from time to time, piercing Fan Qi's body, but aimed at the parts that could not be fatal, preventing him from dying so simply. The death energy swallowed up his vitality, and finally allowed him to escape from the evergreen soul.

The disgusting ugliness and fatness turned into skinny maggots.

"Tap...tap..."

The sound of slow footsteps rang in the ears of Fan Qi, who was on his deathbed. He forced his dilated pupils to condense a little, and his blurred vision gradually became clear. He finally saw clearly the person in front of him, who was the murderer of his son.

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"Cough...wu..."

Fan Qi seemed to want to say something, but no matter how hard he tried, the words turned into whimpering sounds when he reached his mouth. Suddenly, the skin was dry and pale, without blood, and only a piece of face was left tightly attached to the bones.

His face was even more desperate.

Hun Changqing slowly walked up to Fan Qi, bent down and grabbed his dry head, which had been devoured and his hair had completely fallen off, and picked him up.

"Jie Jie... what should I say about you? Ant, I don't see that you have the strength to match the arrogance you said."

Hun Changqing's cold and evil laughter reached Fan Qian's ears, making him feel like he was deep in the abyss of hell. The unparalleled fear in his heart made his broken body begin to tremble non-stop.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, you won't die. You haven't enjoyed the wonderful tortures in the Soul Palace yet~ How can I let you die like this? Jie Jie..."

A voice like a devil's whisper came from Hun Changqing's mouth again. Fan Qi seemed to realize something after hearing it, and rapid whimpering sounds came from the gap between his lips that were no longer able to open and close.

Chu Chuan, his eyes were full of pleading, as if he was begging Hun Changqing to kill him immediately!

"Jiejie..."

Ignoring Fan Qi's pleas, Hun Changqing waved his dark sleeved robe, and a black chain extended out of the straight-sleeved robe. It was so fast that it penetrated into Fan Qi's head in an instant.

But there was no wound on Fan Qi's head, as if the chain had no substance.

However, Fan Qian's head instantly emitted a shrill scream from a soul. Only those with strong souls could hear the screams from such souls.

Soon, the chains were retracted, and an illusory figure was tied up and retracted into the sleeve robe. After playing with the illusory figure for a while, the soul of Fan Qi was thrown into a simple container.

This chain is the "Soul Binding Art" that the Soul Clan and even the Soul Palace must learn, a fighting skill that can directly affect the soul. Although this fighting skill is useless for Hun Changqing, it is still very convenient to collect souls.

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