When Zhuo Zhiyi moved, the source beast seemed to be divided into two types.
Generally speaking, source beasts have amazing physiques and are of the powerful type.
The other is to cultivate the power of the soul and directly absorb the souls of other living beings.
They don't need the power of faith at all. They can generate spiritual power by relying solely on the power of the soul.
This kind of animal is extremely sensitive, because they themselves are psychic masters and can easily detect any existence that is detrimental to them.
Zhuo Yifan added a shield to Ouyang Qingzhi to prevent her from being bewitched by her mind. Although it was a bit luxurious, for the sake of his woman, Zhuo Yifan didn't care at all.
Now he has tens of millions of believers in Qingtian City, as well as 50,000 giant believers. The power of faith generated by these people's daily prayers has been collected by the super formation and became Zhuo Yifan's reserve. In a short period of time, Zhuo Yifan
Don’t worry about keeping up with consumption.
Although having little stars will require a lot of faith, Zhuo Yifan is not in Tianyao Star now, so he can't care about her for the time being.
As for the source of energy, more than a thousand masters in the tribulation period have replenished the energy, so Zhuo Yifan is now in a peak state.
ah!
Another scream sounded.
Zhuo Yifan discovered that another psychedelic beast had taken action, absorbing the power of the soul.
In the fog, more than 20,000 masters were scattered far apart, and they did not dare to completely trust each other, which made the psychedelic beasts even more vulnerable.
They kept attacking, detonating the monks' souls and devouring them wantonly.
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and in Ouyang Qingzhi's surprised eyes, he slowly turned into that annoying elder Anyan, standing there with a sinister smile.
"Yifan, what are you doing?" Ouyang Qingzhi asked curiously.
"Once I kill the psychedelic beast, my identity will definitely be lost, so I have to break into the enemy now." Zhuo Yifan said with burning eyes.
He knew that once he killed the psychedelic beast, it would definitely attract the attention of An Chen and Yin Dang, and it would be impossible to hide it among the small family.
The ability of this psychedelic beast is similar to Zhuo Yifan's spiritual power. It can detect the most obscure fluctuations. The targets they choose to attack are usually the most fearful monks. Not only is it easier to succeed, but the transformed energy
It is also relatively rich, just like picking fruits, always pick the ripe ones first.
Zhuo Yifan's figure slowly faded, his breath disappeared, as if he had become part of the thick fog.
In fact, this dense fog is also a cover for psychedelic beasts. Their telepathy is all over the fog, monitoring all prey.
Zhuo Yifan's devil heart was activated, and he began to simulate the transformation of his breath, which instantly became like a thick fog. Even a psychedelic beast could only see the fog at this moment, but not Zhuo Yifan.
This is the power of the innate source treasure.
After Zhuo Yifan's figure disappeared into the thick fog, he floated towards the nearest psychedelic beast like an illusory spirit.
The psychedelic beast was immersed in the thrill of hunting, and it occurred to him that someone could approach him silently.
Zhuo Yifan really looked like an assassin hiding in the darkness at this moment, calm and ruthless, approaching his target step by step.
Since these psychedelic beasts are good at psychic attacks, their physical strength must be average. Zhuo Yifan is absolutely sure that he can successfully attack them.
The strange source beast that looked like a little fox in front of him had rippling eyes at this moment, like two deep and bottomless black holes. It was frantically absorbing the soul fluid of a monk in front of him, with an expression of enjoyment on its face.
The feeling of hiding in the dark, like a king controlling everything, is what they enjoy most.
Suddenly, it trembled violently, and all the hairs on its body stood up, like steel needles, and it stared around vigilantly.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He was now integrated with the thick fog. Unless he saw it with his eyes, he would just think that he was a thick fog. However, the psychedelic beast reacted as if it had discovered that he was approaching. This was really
It's incredible.
The psychedelic beast stood up, its eyes rippling, like two beams of light constantly scanning the surroundings.
Although it is only about the size of a small fox, it even looks a little cute.
But at this moment, the power of the soul explodes, like an ancient ferocious beast, bringing extremely heavy pressure to the human soul, which is very terrifying.
Affected by this sudden explosion, several monks around him screamed in fear, seemingly trapped in the most terrifying illusion and unable to extricate themselves.
Bang bang bang!
The collapsed monks began to attack randomly and became a mess.
Zhuo Yifan remained motionless, as if he had turned into a real mist.
The psychedelic beast observed for a while, and the powerful psychic power was like a radar scanning, but nothing was found.
It murmured in surprise, a little confused.
Having never met an opponent for many years, they have also developed a arrogant character. Thinking about it, this is impossible. If such a master came, he would definitely not bother to hide and would have used thunderous means to attack.
Shaking his head, it aimed at a monk again, detonated his soul, and began to devour it.
Suddenly, the sixth sense struck again, and a chill that came to the depths of his soul enveloped it, making him want to scream to the sky and run away in a panic.
This feeling is so strong, as if the enemy's sharp sword has been pressed against his body. The feeling that his whole body is so cold that even his soul is about to collapse is the first time in this life for the psychedelic beast.
It exploded immediately.
A sharp scream tore through the sky, and the space seemed to be torn open by the scream, making people unable to help but cover their ears.
The psychedelic beast almost no longer considered it, its figure instantly faded and it was about to disappear into the void.
Suddenly, the surroundings suffocated, and the opening space door suddenly solidified. A big hand appeared strangely behind the door and grabbed it by the neck.
The psychedelic beast was so frightened that he almost fainted.
An instinctive warning of danger caused it to break free and rush forward.
"Haha, you have never experienced the feeling of being hunted by others! How can it be so easy to leave?" A voice chuckled directly in the depths of its soul.
It was very small at first, but then it intensified a hundred times, and instantly turned into a huge sound that shook the world, directly shaking it into confusion.
Although he knew something was wrong, the psychedelic beast was helpless.
This is a spiritual magic sound attack that directly targets the soul.
Only super masters who have mastered the power of the mind can issue it.
No matter how stupid the psychedelic beast is, it still knows that it has met a fellow master. At this moment, it also feels the same feeling that it often brings to human monks... despair and fear!
Zhuo Yifan stepped out of the void and gently opened his big hand towards the psychedelic beast.
Between the five fingers, there is faint spiritual source power flowing, like a cage, spreading instantly, bursting out thousands of space threads, shrouding the psychedelic beast inside.