The power of the soul was like a vast ocean, like the overlapping waves, and it just shot towards Lin Fan's golden soul body.

Too fierce, this is the most direct confrontation.

The power of the divine soul is the most important thing for a cultivator after the martial soul. If the power of the divine soul is damaged, at least the cultivation level will be completely eliminated, or at worst, the martial soul will collapse after death.

If they weren't completely sure, no one would take action like this.

But Liuhu did just that.

I saw that the power of the soul that was supposed to be invisible actually condensed into a large transparent hand seal, rumbling and moving towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly: "With pretty good soul power, no wonder he can refine so many puppets."

"Tsk, tsk, it's not bad? You're just an ant, but you dare to criticize the power of my soul?" Liu Hu smiled ferociously, and the palm print of the soul killed Lin Fan with an even more terrifying power.

Lin Fan chuckled lightly, and the spirit body also raised his hand, lightly moving towards the spirit palm print.

There was no power, and the palm he raised was no more than the size of an ordinary person's hand. It just flew away against the sky. Liu Hu looked at it and laughed: "How dare a pearl like a grain of rice shine in front of me?"

He laughed, his face suddenly turned cold, and he roared: "Go to hell!"

Lin Fan chuckled and made a roar. The handprint, which was the size of an ordinary person's hand, grew countless times in size in an instant, forming a vortex that was constantly rotating like an abyss, erupting with infinite soul suction. As Liu Hu's expression changed drastically,

Directly swallow the soul palm print he made.

"Playing with the power of the soul in front of me? You are far behind!"

Lin Fan showed his majestic appearance and no longer concealed it. The power of his soul was released, shrouding it with a coercion like the sky hanging down, making Liu Hu scream and roar.

"No!"

Liu Hu screamed, simply because the power of this divine soul was so powerful that he suspected that many cultivators at the highest level of virtual magic did not possess it.

Compared with the power of Lin Fan's soul, the power of his soul is really like the bright moon and the firefly, there is no comparison.

It's ridiculous, but he has been so confident and arrogant for so long, thinking that Lin Fan is nothing more than an ant. In the end, reality is so cruel that he stepped out of the clouds and fell into the dust.

The whirlpool of souls swept towards the god of Liu Hu, as if to swallow him into it. The infinite suction force made Liu Hu scream miserably, trying to escape the fate of being swallowed, because he knew that if he was swallowed into the whirlpool,

, it will definitely be squeezed into powder in an instant.

So sorry!

Why didn't he instruct his own puppet instead to fall for this young man's trick and compete with him for the power of the soul?

The main thing is, why is such a powerful soul hidden in such a way?

Unfortunately, it's no longer useful now.

The soul whirlpool suddenly stopped strangely. Just when Liuhu was about to be swallowed up, Lin Fan looked at him coldly: "Become a conscious puppet like a guard, or I will directly crush your soul into powder, and then turn your

The body is refined into a puppet and you choose it yourself."

Liuhu's soul body was trembling. Although the whirlpool of souls stopped, there was still endless devouring power, causing the power of his soul to continue to float away. In a short period of time, his soul body became weak.

many.

"Hurry up, how do you choose? I don't have that much time." Lin Fan's eyes were cold.

I have no sympathy for Liuhu at all, he is just asking for trouble.

Liu Hu struggled, and suddenly, a ferocious look appeared on his face. He wanted to instruct those puppets to kill Lin Fan, but Lin Fan slapped him, almost scattering his soul body.

“You won’t give up until you reach the Yellow River?”

Lin Fan smiled sinisterly and directly grabbed Liu Hu's soul body, thinking about knocking his body away. In an instant, Lin Fan stuffed an elixir into his body and used his soul power to help the elixir take effect quickly.

Liu Hu's body trembled violently, as if he was fighting against Qitian Puppet Pill, but it was useless. When Liu Hu's body opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with despair.

"You won't kneel down when you see your master?" Lin Fan looked at him indifferently.

Liu Hu struggled violently, but just like Wei Yi, it was useless. He had no choice but to kneel down and bow to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan glanced at Liu Hu, looked at Wei Yi, and said: "If there is another time, I will kill him directly and there will be no chance of survival."

Wei Yi did not dare to say anything more. This time, he knew that he would never be able to escape Lin Fan's control in this life, even if he wanted to commit suicide.

"Go and search the world for me. I want a fruit-eating fruit, or a herb of the same kind. I believe you know what I mean. Give you a month, and I will at least have one fruit-eating fruit, otherwise you will

Go to hell." Lin Fan looked at Wei Yi coldly.

The life-devouring fruit that Wei Yi provided to frame him was used to refine two Heaven-defying Puppet Pills, but they were used up. When he tried to refine them, the life-eating fruit was missing.

Wei Yi trembled all over and was in panic all day long. Will he find the Life-eating Fruit within a month?

Will you die if you can't find it?

"Go ahead and remember one month. I will look for you when I find him." Lin Fan sent Wei Yi to get up.

Then, he looked at Liu Hu with a smile and said, "The name Liu Hu is very unpleasant. Just call me Wei Er."

"Thank you, Master, for the name." He was proficient in the art of puppetry and knew it better than Wei Yidu. It was impossible to escape Lin Fan's control in this life. Even if Lin Fan really died, he would die with him.

"It seems that you are better than Wei Yi." Lin Fan smiled, with brilliance in his eyes, and looked at the puppets in the cave. These are now his own power: "Take your puppets and give you an hour.

, found me.”

After saying that, Lin Fan disappeared.

Hot tears rolled down Wei Er's eyes.

Why bother.

I regret that I should not have been greedy.

Is it worth risking one's life for the sake of seeking Tianbao?

And if I wasn't so arrogant, I could have changed everything by directly instructing the puppet to kill Lin Fan when I discovered the clues. It would be a pity.

However, it was too late to say anything at this time. It was worth collecting the many puppets in a proper manner using unique methods, taking a souvenir look at the cave where he had stayed for a hundred years, sighing, and headed towards Lin Fan's direction.

In the cave.

A head was flying around the Tongtian Cauldron, and various lights appeared in its eyes from time to time, sometimes ferocious, sometimes fearful. It was thinking about whether to escape or whether to directly destroy Lin Fan's body.

But at this moment, a joking voice sounded: "Why don't you do it?"

Mo Zhu's face paled slightly: "Do it? Why do you do it? I never thought about it, never. I'm just protecting you cautiously and carefully."

"hehe."

A sneer came from the Tongtian Cauldron.

Mo Zhu's face turned even paler, but fortunately he didn't do anything.

This boy is really impeccable in his work. If he had just acted impulsively, he might have been killed by the Tongtian Cauldron by now.

The Tongtian Cauldron shrunk, revealing Lin Fan's figure, his eyes opened, and his expression was bright: "It disappoints me so much. I thought I could use reasonable reasons to destroy you again."

Mo Zhu's face froze.
Chapter completed!