Chapter 1392 The Lord of the Demonic Shadow Palace is destroyed, and the strange divine consciousness formation
The next second, the giant network disappeared.
At the location where the body of the Lord of the Shadow Palace was destroyed, a hazy figure that was half virtual and half real emerged.
The figure's entire body is like mist, giving people an ethereal feeling, and every trace of mist is filled with the aura unique to divine consciousness.
The Demonic Shadow Palace Lord's soul didn't pay any attention to the appearance of his soul. He stared directly at Su Twelve with a pair of eyes, as if there was overwhelming hatred flowing in his eyes.
"Su Twelve! Good on you, Su Twelve!!!"
"You dare to ruin my path to immortality. If I don't kill you today, I, Cui Fengtian, will live in vain!" .??.
There was cloud and mist all around, and a gloomy voice sounded.
The moment he said those words, the Lord of the Demonic Shadow Palace's soul flashed and turned into a ball of golden mist, heading straight for Su Twelve.
On the other hand, Su Twelve forced a thousand-year blow. At this moment, his entire body was exhausted and he was panting heavily, unable to mobilize even half of his true energy.
In the Dantian, the two Nascent Soul villains had almost exhausted all their Nascent Souls and looked depressed.
Staring at the approaching Yuanshen, he deliberately activated Yun Shen's Seven Shadow Sword Techniques, a move specifically aimed at the Yuanshen of monks in the out-of-body stage, but it was difficult to achieve anything.
"careful!"
"Senior Brother Su, get out of here!"
"Damn guy, only his soul is dead. Why don't you give up?"
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Several people knew that Su Twelve's situation was not optimistic at the moment, and they couldn't just sit back and watch something happen to Su Twelve.
Seeing this scene, they all shouted out reminders.
Before he finished speaking, he moved forward and tried to help Su Twelve.
Among them, Leng Yan reacts the fastest.
He raised his hand lightly, and an astonishing cold air came first. With a snap of his fingers, he rushed in front of Su Twelve and bumped into the master spirit of the Demonic Shadow Palace.
However, when the cold air fell, it passed directly through the soul at the moment of encounter, without causing any substantial damage to it at all.
"Um?"
Leng Yan's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, and her face immediately showed confusion.
"Out of body
Although the soul of a monk is condensed from the monk's spiritual consciousness, there is an essential difference between the two."
"Although this thousand years of cold air can restrain the monks' spiritual consciousness to a certain extent, it can hardly harm the soul of the monks in the out-of-body stage!"
Ren Yunzong's voice sounded again, which solved Leng Yan's doubts.
At the same time as he spoke, Ren Yunzong quickly chanted the incantation and activated a series of strange magic spells.
Peiran's true essence condensed into a mysterious network, covering a hundred miles in radius. In the mysterious network, whose color was almost invisible, a dense purple aura suddenly emerged.
After the purple air circled in the sky, it also swooped down at an astonishing speed.
Before the Demonic Shadow Palace master's soul could hit Su Twelve, he immediately swallowed him up.
Immediately, the purple mist billowed violently, and two astonishing mysterious forces began to fight against each other in it.
But this state did not last long.
As he took a breath, a muffled groan came out.
"Hmph! Good boy, I didn't expect you to have a way to restrain my soul."
"I really didn't expect that, after all calculations, I not only missed Su Twelve's ability, but also underestimated you, the former leader of the small Yunge Sect's Golden Pill Sect."
"It's a pity that your method may be effective against ordinary souls, but it will not work against me..."
Before he finished speaking, the Lord of the Demonic Shadow Palace's eyes widened.
The purple mist was dispersed on the spot under the impact of this power.
"Not good! Although this person's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the out-of-body stage, his spirit... is at least the spirit that only monks in the middle stage of the out-of-body stage have."
"Oops!"
A sudden change caused Ren Yunzong's expression to change instantly.
With a flick of the ten fingers, the technique in hand immediately changes again.
But the opportunity has been lost, and the purple mist is thick
It's too late to meet again.
The master soul of the Demonic Shadow Palace, carrying a torrent of hatred, had already rushed in front of Su Twelve.
The soul exuded a murderous intention as if it were real, vowing to kill Su Twelve on the spot.
But just when the soul was about to hit Su Twelve, a figure quietly appeared behind Su Twelve.
Lin Wuyou's hair danced wildly, and the aura around his body was extremely chaotic, but in his palm, a strong stream of true energy shot out from the air and quickly entered Su Twelve's body.
Su Twelve, who had received the blessing of true energy, had a cold look in his eyes, the Zhulong Bow in his hand disappeared without a trace, and the Wuchen Sword appeared in front of him in an instant.
"The seven shadows of Yun Shen·One sword shakes the soul!" .??.??
His lips moved, and a sharp shout came out.
In an instant, the Wuchen Sword blazed with light and danced in the air, outlining a huge sword seal pattern.
Purple sword seal patterns of sword light appeared one after another, and quickly merged into the Wuchen Sword body.
The moment the Lord Soul of the Demon Shadow Palace rushed towards him, the Wuchen Sword turned into light and flew out, carrying the intertwined sword seal pattern, and sank into the opponent's Soul.
Impacted by the Wuchen Sword, the opponent's soul came to an abrupt halt.
"ah……"
What followed was a shrill scream that resounded for hundreds of miles.
The soul suffered a heavy blow, and the pain penetrated deep into the soul.
No matter how tenacious the Lord of the Shadow Palace is, he still cannot bear this kind of pain.
"Su Twelve, Lin Wuyou! My death will be the beginning of your nightmare!!!"
Accompanied by a vicious and extremely unwilling voice, the soul of the Lord of the Demonic Shadow Palace also burst into pieces with a loud explosion.
Looking at the spiritual consciousness escaping in front of him, Su Twelve's pale face still had a calm expression.
But deep down in my heart, I was secretly relieved at this moment.
Once the soul is gone, there is no chance that the other party will survive.
At the same time, this also means that the giant hovering in my heart
The stone can finally fall to the ground.
Being stared at all the time by a terrifying being in the out-of-body stage is not an easy life to live in.
The most important thing is that everyone in Xiaoshi Village finally has an understanding of the bloody feud.
A blood feud that lasted half a lifetime was broken up in one day.
It can't be said to be happy, after all, the people who died back then cannot be reborn.
It's hard to say that I feel relieved.
The huge stone in his heart fell to the ground, and Su Twelve felt a little enlightened. In his heart, there was a feeling of emptiness.
Su Twelve was lost for a moment, but everyone present also breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces could not help but reveal the joy of surviving the disaster.
We all know that the horror of the out-of-body period is difficult to deal with, but despite all the preparations, we still almost failed.
This situation still shocked everyone deeply.
No one said anything, but everyone's eyes moved, and silently, they strengthened their Taoist aspirations to pursue a higher realm.
And just when everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Wait...then...what is that?"
Behind Su Twelve, Lin Wuyou, who always looked solemn, suddenly spoke up.
The sudden sound immediately attracted everyone's attention and alerted them.
Everyone's eyes glanced over, and then they met not far in front of Su Twelve.
However, after the soul of the Lord of the Demonic Shadow Palace exploded, the spiritual consciousness that was constantly dissipating not only did not dissipate between heaven and earth, but quickly gathered and condensed.
"No, could it be...that the Lord of the Demonic Shadow Palace is not dead yet and is about to be resurrected?"
Zhu Hanwei guessed in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Yunzong denied it.
"It's not resurrection. There is an aura in the consciousness that does not belong to that guy."
Su Twelve's pupils shrank and he blurted out: "Is it the breath of the formation, huh? The formation of divine consciousness? Or the extremely brilliant formation of divine consciousness?!"