The two people's eyes formed a mutual view. After a while in the air, they separated as if nothing had happened, but each made different decisions.

"Since the boy in the priest's robe belongs to the temple, I can't let this demon envoy destroy you with the soul-suppressing stone..." The old man in white said softly, and the two souls behind him rotated interchangeably and gradually overlapped together. The souls with dragon head and fish tails were arranged in front, and the other one was red-haired ghost face, and the souls with six arms were arranged in back.

A burst of red and blue light flashed by, and the two souls were movable when the two wheels were the same, and two different powers were triggered by the white-haired old man at the same time.

With a strand of hair on his forehead as the boundary, his skin instantly turned into red and blue. The rich fire and water elements gathered on both sides and were led into his hands separately.

"The tsunami on the left, the magma on the right..."

With a light shout, the white-haired old man clenched his teeth and slowly closed his hands to the center. His face gradually distorted. It seemed that such a fusion was extremely difficult for him, but a devastating energy fluctuation came from his hands.

Forcibly combining two powers with opposite attributes together, even some powerful people with seven or eight turns of soul-attracting realm are difficult to do. The old man with white hair does such a despicable thing in the second turns of the realm is related to his own talent.

Ulu stared at his two-wheeled soul figures and finally recognized the origin of the two-wheeled soul figures. Among them, the dragon head and fish tail soul figure belongs to a lower god called fish and dragon, but the other soul figure belongs to a lower demon called the flame demon Naga. Both are low-level gods and demon races with a large number and no exact name is present.

However, it is possible that the residual soul of the flame demon Naga was absorbed by the demon envoy. Why can a race of gods like Yulong be absorbed?

This immediately reminded Ulu of the soul of the demon Qiaoli, Miller, the god of food.

"Can the demon envoy absorb the god's remnant souls? Or are these two gods already degenerate?"

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ulu soon realized that it was not the time to consider these things. The energy fluctuations between the white-haired old man's hands made him feel a fatal threat, but he was in a high altitude and had nowhere to escape, and a trace of anxiety arose.

Under such circumstances, the Soul-Suppressing Stone finally took action. It first opened its eyes and shot a soul-catching light to the white-haired old man, but it was blocked by the aperture in front of him. Then it gathered the white light sprinkled from the sky to form a beam, sweeping towards the white-haired old man.

However, the white-haired old man was wary of a long time, and he just dodged the attack of the white beam. The white beam moved quite slowly and could not hit the target at all.

After the attack was ineffective, Soul-Slaying Stone raised countless whiskers and whipped the white-haired old man, but it also failed to wipe a single hair from him.

After watching for a while, Ulu finally realized that the Soul-Suppressing Stone was extremely slow, and it seemed that there were only these three single attack methods. Once it encountered an opponent who could not be affected by its eyes, it would be difficult to make any decent attacks.

If this continues, it is absolutely impossible to rely solely on the power of the Soul-Suppressing Stone to prevent the white-haired old man from launching an attack. At that time, Ulu had no confidence to survive his attack.

"If you continue like this, you can only jump!"

Ulu gritted his teeth and looked at the very far ground. If he jumped, he could at least hope that Olivia or the Royal Knight she led would catch him. This was a gambling, but it was more practical than waiting to die.

The tsunami power on the left hand of the white-haired old man gradually connected with the magma power on the right hand, and squeezed out a strange scene of water and fire confusion in the center. The sound of explosions spread out from this center. Ulu could even see the skin of his palm cracking inch, revealing bright red flesh and pale bones. Obviously, the cost of such an attack was not small.

"Can't wait any longer!" Ulu frowned, and felt cruel in his heart, and was about to jump off the soul-squeezing stone. At this moment, he wished he had grown wings and could fly freely at that time, and would not end up in such a dilemma.

However, almost the moment before he was about to jump down, a golden light rushed from the ground into the sky, and the sound of the heroic dry clouds suddenly rang out.

"I, Asai, will never let you destroy this soul-stopping stone! I will protect Francesca City!"

But it is Asai!

Asai was covered in golden light, like a small sun. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the sky. He held up his hands and a giant sword with a sharp sword that soared into the sky and slashed hard at the white-haired old man!

But the next moment, the sword energy on the giant sword suddenly dissipated, and Asai fell to the ground faster than before. A piercing wound as thick as a wrist suddenly appeared in his chest, and bright red blood sprayed out like a spring, passing through an extremely desolate trajectory in the air.

The white-haired old man looked at Asai disdainfully, slowly adjusted the direction of his hands, and re-directed it to the Soul-Suppressing Stone. Just now, he just split a bunch of attacks that had not yet been fully formed and shot down Asai, who was a warrior of heaven. The gap between the two was too big.

Ulu turned his head and looked at Asai. He still remembered that the leader of the Thunder Eagle Sand Thieves was so generous when he appeared in the Saint Slan caravan, but he did not expect that he could not even catch the blow of the white-haired old man.

So he did not hesitate anymore, and he opened his arms and jumped off the Soul-Suppressing Stone.

The wind blew from the front, making his cheeks hurt. He silently made a decision in his heart. If he had the chance to purify the magic power in his body, he would definitely choose the wind-attribute magic to learn first.

However, on the way to fall, he suddenly felt his feet tightening, and the momentum of his fall suddenly stopped. When he turned around in horror, he saw a translucent root tightly wrapped around his left ankle.

"Soul-Suppressing Stone!"

Ulu was shocked. Of course, he would not think that the Soul-Suppressing Stone was to hold him back and prevent him from falling to death. Just look at his blood threatening the Soul-Suppressing Stone, you can know that this Soul-Suppressing Stone clearly wanted to pull him as a cushion before he died!

When the old man with white hair saw this scene, he showed a sarcastic smile on his lips. He did not know Ulu, but it did not prevent him from gloating about a believer in a priest's robe in such a divine situation.

"The eyes of the gods have been covered by this blood cloud!"

He laughed, making his face, which was already distorted by pain, become even more ferocious. The power of tsunami and magma were finally forced to be squeezed together by him. A little black light radiated from it. As his laughter became louder, a huge black light column suddenly shot out towards the Soul-Suppressing Stone!
Chapter completed!