ps: It’s five thousand, five thousand, although not many, I’ll give it a try first.

A roar of extreme pain suddenly rang out, and the black cloth changed drastically back to the shape of ink, then jumped suddenly, escaped from the soul-suppressing stone and fled towards the white-haired old man.

As it fled in a hurry, countless black gas overflowed from it, making its body smaller and smaller, gradually leaving only the size of a fist.

Obviously, it was very painful.

"The Eye of Soul-Conquering, the Light of Soul-Conquering..."

The white-haired old man stuffed the ball of ink into his bag with a gloomy face, then stretched out his finger to draw an arc on his chest, and a circle of halo appeared in front of him. Judging from the trembling ripples, the soul-catching light emitted by the soul-squeezing stone actually blocked the halo!

The other two demons also followed suit and barely drew a halo in front of them, but their attainments were obviously not as good as those of the white-haired old man. The halo was shattered by the soul-catching light in just a moment. The two of them were shaking and finally landed on the ground helplessly.

With their strength, they can no longer gain a foothold in the air battlefield.

On the other hand, more and more viscous liquid flowed out of the wounds of the Soul-Suppressing Stone and flowed down the roots to Ulu's body. The cold liquid stimulated him to get angry. The lost physical strength was being replenished at an increasingly faster speed. Gradually, he was able to forcibly twist his body while hanging in the air. He grabbed the roots wrapped around his body with one hand, Ulu adjusted his posture, feeling that he had finally barely regained some sense of security.

Now he can escape smoothly as long as he finds a way to cut off the roots in his hand, but the height under his feet makes him feel a little upset.

He is not as capable of flying as Olivia.

Thinking of this, he looked at the place where Olivia was and found that the two camps began fighting again at some point. Olivia had no time to take care of his side, right?

"If you fall down, you may really die, right?"

He asked himself with a little uncertainty, and Ulu looked at the dying demon envoy next to him again, then gave up his last plan to give him a chance, and then decided to go the other way. He grabbed the roots with both hands, and crawled towards the body of the Soul-Suppressing Stone little by little with the help of the force of his hands.

Countless thorns hang down, and corpses that were unable to move were hung, but only Ulu was climbing down. Such a striking action naturally attracted the attention of many people, including the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man flashed and appeared outside the white light shrouded in the soul-suppressing stone. The result of the ink just now made him dare not touch the white light easily. He carefully observed the state of the demon Qiao Li and the Ulu who was still crawling up. There was a vortex force slowly brewing in his palm.

The Soul-Suppressing Stone seemed to have just woken up, and its awareness of active attack was obviously insufficient. After the other two demons left, the white-haired old man also moved from its front to outside the roots below it, it actually stopped attacking and the eye slowly closed.

From the moment its eyes close, the wound on its body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, it had completely healed, and no longer had the viscous liquid flowed down.

And Ulu had climbed two or three meters below its body!

A gust of wind blew from the side, and the blood on his face slashed across his cheeks, leaving a thin blood stain, and then stopped on the tip of his nose. This small wound that should have naturally healed was still bleeding until now.

The itching on the tip of the nose attracted Ulu's attention. He freed up one hand to touch the tip of the nose, and found that the blood on his hands did not pay much attention. It was just that a little cut on his face was accidentally cut. He thought so.

But the blood smeared his hand and then touched the roots of the Soul-Suppressing Stone.

The moment he grabbed the root with that hand again, Ulu realized something was wrong. The roots that were originally quite tough in his hand suddenly became soft. With just one grab, they sank deeply, as if they could break the root with just a little more force!

After Ulu was slightly stunned, he quickly let go of the hand, but he didn't want to fall down just now.

"What's going on?" He spread his hands and put them in front of him. Ulu stared at the extremely conspicuous bright red blood for a long time. Suddenly, he touched the wound on his face again, and then carefully applied the roots that were still wrapped around his waist. Sure enough, the whisker was like a sponge of flames, and a large piece disappeared in an instant.

"My blood has responded to this soul-suppressing stone from the beginning. Is it not that the soul-suppressing stone is attractive to it, but repulsive? The two are actually related to water and fire?"

He pinched his hands hard and simply pinched all the roots on his body. Ulu seemed to have understood something, and then continued to climb upwards after drying the blood on his hands. A distance of two or three meters passed instantly. Ulu's fingers pressed on the scales of the Soul-Suppressing Stone and climbed up to its top like a monkey.

The white-haired old man below looked at the scene in amazement. He didn't understand how Ulu pulled the roots and why he was completely unaffected by the white lights. The most important thing is, what did Ulu do to climb to the top of the Soul-Suppressing Stone?

In fact, Ulu himself was not very clear about what he wanted to do. He felt that he could destroy the Soul-Suppressing Stone by just squeezing out some blood. But isn’t the purpose of destroying the Soul-Suppressing Stone belonging to the demons? Why did he destroy it?

Moreover, once the Soul-Suppressing Stone is destroyed, a death curse will spread. He can't imagine how many people will die at that time.

"What do I want to do when I get here?"

Ulu half lay on the Soul-Suppressing Stone. The wind blew away his hair, revealing the inhealthy wound on his cheeks. There were still bloodshot slowly flowing out, and some dripping on the scales of the Soul-Suppressing Stone. A wisp of white smoke suddenly appeared. It was not as simple as a hole, but the entire scales turned into white air and disappeared, revealing the light brown skin below.

This is no longer as simple as "incompatible". Ulu's blood is like a deadly poison to the soul-suppressing stone. It melts when it is touched, and it dies when it is touched.

Ulu pressed his bloody palm on the hazel flesh, and did not feel the temperature that the mammal should have, but it was still a little soft. In addition, he also felt the soul-suppressing stone... actually trembling?!

A sharp beep suddenly sounded below, and the vortex brewing in the palm of the white-haired old man finally took shape and turned into a huge sharp cone. In an instant, white light penetrated, and stabbed the roots that were wrapped around Qiao Li's magic envoy with extreme accuracy. After a brief stalemate, the roots broke in response.

The Qiao Li Demon, with the remaining roots, fell down quickly!

A strong wind blew up in the white-haired old man shook his hands, blowing the body of the demon Qiao Li out of the white light. Then a demon disciple jumped out and caught him steadily.
Chapter completed!