At this time, more than half an hour had passed since the battle with the soul-eaters in the air. The terrain where they landed was flat. I wish all the thunder around me was gone, and my magic power was flowing, and I could look into the distance.
According to the sky list, the valley where the Soul Eaters reside is just a few miles ahead. However, the list also shows that the small valley where the Soul Eaters are located was originally equipped with formations that covered the entire sky and earth, covering everything, and making it impossible for people below the Mighty Level to do so.
Have a peek at the details.
At this time, the secret message dissipated, and the valley revealed its original appearance. It was empty, and all the soul-eaters had hidden their whereabouts and left.
They were so eager to evacuate, of course, not because they were afraid that Zhu Jiu would come to provoke them, but because they were worried that if their traces were exposed, a powerful corpse god would arrive and everything would be over, so they hurriedly moved away and disappeared mysteriously.
At the same time, the Tianbang also projected an image of the soul-eaters as they moved from the valley.
At the moment before leaving, all the secret power in the valley disappeared, and it suddenly became clear. The people of the Soul-Eating Tribe lined up neatly. At the front of the queue, the powerful leader of the Soul-Eating Tribe, his body was still shrouded in mysterious light, and his true appearance was not visible. His chest
Amidst the brilliance, a strange thing was sacrificed.
It was a magic weapon, with a brilliant and bright halo, like a scroll, slowly unfolding, with a hazy glow on its surface, and everything else could not be seen clearly.
After being sacrificed by the leader of the soul-eating tribe, this scroll-like treasure manifested to a size of more than ten meters, hanging in the air, surrounded by the glow of the sun, and the surroundings glowed with color.
Nearly a hundred soul-eating tribesmen were absorbed by the rosy glow on the surface of the scroll one after another, and their figures disappeared one after another. The valley quickly became empty, and the scroll seemed infinite, swallowing up all the soul-eating tribesmen.
Then the colorful flowers of the scroll converged and closed into a scroll, flickering and disappearing into the void, disappearing.
The scene shown on the sky list ends here. The whereabouts of the other party cannot be seen from it.
In the sea of consciousness, the brilliance of the list is shining, tracing the mysteries, storing the mysterious inferences of the starry sky, rotating rapidly, changing at every breath, and countless light spots reflecting the world and all things. It draws wonderful and exquisite lines and trajectories, crisscrossing,
Once some lines are connected, they will shine like stars.
After a while, the surface of the Tianbang became still, and writing appeared:
"The picture scroll shown by the soul-eaters is a top-notch sacred weapon. It is almost at the level of a Taoist weapon and has a special function. It is not only used for fighting. It is a wonderful object that can travel through space and at the same time reverse the secrets of heaven. The soul-eaters instigated this.
The treasure travels through the void, and all related traces are erased. This list cannot reveal its traces. But from the fluctuations left when the scroll was drawn in the sky, it can be seen that the soul-eaters did not leave the demon corpse world, but moved their habitat."
Zhu Jiu showed a thoughtful expression. The picture scroll offered by the Soul Eaters was so wonderful that even the Heavenly List could not trace it back to trace their traces.
This hidden method of being unpredictable and cutting off all traces should be their trump card for daring to sneak into the demon corpse world. They are not afraid of being tracked, and can use this to protect themselves and move around safely, allowing them to move forward and retreat freely.
In fact, Zhu Jiu had already realized that something might be unusual when he first saw members of the Soul-Eating Clan appearing in the Demon Corpse Realm, well-dressed and uniform, and surrounding and killing everyone in the outer temple of the Corpse God.
Therefore, while sending the demon corpses under him to rescue the people of the Corpse Shinto, Zhu Jiu had already made arrangements. Sunset has not been seen yet. He has not returned since he went out to rescue the people of the Corpse Shinto. This was a means of ambush in advance.
A few hours ago, Sunset followed the guidance of the Tianbang and arrived outside the valley where the soul-eating clan gathered. However, he failed to sneak in because of the location of the valley, the sky-shattering formations that locked the void, and the many masters of the soul-eating clan in the valley.
coalesce.
Therefore, Zhu Jiu Shenhun did not let Sunset venture deep into the memory. Instead, he always hid in a distant place, compatible with the space, and monitored from a distance without showing his whereabouts.
At this time, Zhu Jiu's thoughts were transmitted, but for a moment, the void suddenly rose in front of his eyes. Sunset's huge and cold ferocious head first poked out, with bright blue-green bone patterns on his forehead, and soul flames surging in his eye sockets, followed by the entire body of the green skeleton.
Appear.
It lurked nearby and never found a chance to enter the valley until the Soul Eaters left.
So far, even the arrangements made in advance by Sunset have not achieved the desired results. Therefore, trying to search for traces of the opponent in the vast and endless world of demon corpses is like looking for a needle in a haystack, with no clues at all.
Just when Zhu Jiu hesitated for a moment, thinking about his next move, the blood-colored text representing a warning was highlighted on the sky list, indicating that an inexplicable murderous intention was approaching.
At the same moment, not far in front of Zhu Jiu, a cold glow lit up in the void, growing from small to large, stretching out a space teleportation portal, and a soul-eating tribe with a shining body and a strong aura walked out.
Zhu Jiu had seen this alien race in the scene revealed on the Heavenly List during the previous air battle. He was one of the strongest members of the Soul-Eating Tribe team, with invincible magic power, reaching the sixth level of mid-level.
At this moment, it suddenly penetrated the void and appeared directly in front of Zhu Jiu's eyes.
"The soul-eating tribe used that rare treasure that looks like a scroll to grasp your traces, make a fixed point in the space, and send strong men to kill you to avenge you for killing the tribesmen in the previous battle." The list was written quickly.
The handwriting appears in the sea of consciousness, reminding Zhu Jiu.
At this time, the mysterious glow around the soul-eating clan who walked out of the void passage and had a strong aura disappeared, revealing a middle-aged appearance, an ordinary human figure, and a faint green aura between his brows and eyes, which was cold and evil.
He came from the void and stood more than ten feet away, with contempt on his face, looking at Zhu Jiu from a distance, with murderous intent boiling over, and said:
"Do you think you can be safe and sound after killing my people by hiding in the dark and using small means of teleporting magic in the void? If I kill you today, your soul will be ripped out and you will be tortured every day. It will make you worse than dead!"
After saying these words, he immediately took action, his eyes filled with divine light, flowing and rotating, and projected a vicious aura from it, like an evil ghost, a human-shaped shadow made of green mist.
This is an evil magical power developed by soul-eating cultivators by stripping away the souls of their opponents and cultivating them. They are kept in their bodies and are called soul slaves. They specialize in attacking the souls of any creature. They are very powerful and can rival sixth-level first-level masters.
, and is extremely evil. Not only does he like to eat souls, but he is also good at drinking the hot blood in his heart. He is even more vicious than a ghost.
When the soul slave was born, he immediately let out an owl cry, which was extremely sharp. There were several fourth-level demon corpses inside and outside. The soul flames exploded due to the owl cry, and they immediately turned into rotten bones, losing all traces of their existence.
While the middle-aged soul-eater divided the ghost slaves, he flipped his hand and fired out a beam of mana, filled with overwhelming evil power. It was like a purgatory punched out by him, and it pressed towards Zhu Jiu.
Within that purgatory-like light, thousands of souls were imprisoned, all in various forms, all tearing and moving, being beaten and tempered, showing endless pain.
The countless souls within this evil light of purgatory are the creatures that this soul-eater has killed before. The more souls he imprisoned, the more powerful his magical power will be.
The soul purgatory flickers, buzzes, shoots like lightning, spreads evil light that covers the whole world, and approaches Zhu Jiu, seemingly unstoppable.
Facing the powerful attack from the sixth-level mid-level master, Zhu Jiu was calm and calm. He raised his hand, and his fingertips lit up with a sacred golden color that he had never seen before.
His fingers moved and made writing movements, and a golden glow was imprinted in the void, shining brightly.
As soon as this golden line stroke was born, it immediately attracted the heaven and earth in all directions. From it, a soaring chaotic energy emerged, filling the air in an instant, covering everything within a hundred meters around. There was an extremely wild and ancient aura, contained in the vast chaos, penetrating the heaven and earth, and filling it.
Four fields.
Zhu Jiu is writing the Chaos Divine Inscriptions. This time he advanced and his magic power became more concentrated. For the first time, in addition to instigating the golden pages of the Divine Inscriptions and reciting orally, he could write stroke by stroke with his own hands, gathering together the oldest in the world.
a kind of power.
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