Yu Ming didn't quite believe that someone from the demon clan could actually kill Zhang Jianting, but it was true that he couldn't sense Zhang Jianting's soul.
He was just this disciple, and no matter how much Yu Ming said he disliked him in the past, he still loved him in his heart.
At this moment, he became a little uneasy.
He clenched the hand under his sleeve and looked at Su Changli, his voice already trembling a little,
"Sword Lord Changli, there is something fishy about this demonic battle."
Several disciples of the Kunwu Sword Sect entered the formation together. No matter how tyrannical the new generation of demon disciples were, they would not be able to kill Zhang Jianting among so many people.
Not to mention the invincible Lin Qinghan in Yuanying, as well as Lu Changsheng, the combined combat power of the disciples of Kunwu Sword Sect can almost walk sideways in the Canglan Sea. Even if they encounter Mu Ming, there are still some
The power of war.
Su Changli turned to look at Yu Ming,
"What's wrong? Something happened?"
Yu Ming took a deep breath,
"I can't feel Zhang Jianting's soul breath anymore."
Huang Khotan's face became even uglier when he heard this.
"I can't feel Yun He's soul breath either."
After he finished speaking, Elder Gu Lao not far away also stood up with an ugly look on his face.
"We, the Beast Control Sect, also have disciples who have lost their whereabouts."
Logically speaking, when in danger, their disciples are protected by a barrier and can choose to crush the jade token and return to their base.
Su Changli listened and pondered for a moment,
"Let's start the formation."
Rules are made by people.
And he always felt that there was no need to talk about rules with the demons, and in this demon battle, he just wanted the disciples of the seven sects to experience it first.
But at this moment, Song Yinchen, the leader of Danyin Sect, walked in from outside the tent, his face was ashen,
"Don't look any further. The Canglan Sea Area has been locked by a powerful force and cannot be entered."
The disciples of Danyin Sect were the first to lose their whereabouts, and she had already tried it.
Song Yinchen looked at Su Changli,
"With such a formation, if Su Changluo hadn't taken action, only people from the upper world would be left."
Su Changli paused for a moment while listening.
"It can't be him."
Song Yinchen also felt that it couldn't be Su Changluo, because he had no reason to do so.
She raised her eyes and looked at Su Changli,
"For this plan, I am afraid that only he can open this formation."
The only one who can compete with the power of the upper world and open the great formation is Su Changluo.
"Where is he?"
Song Yinchen asked.
The woman was dressed in plain clothes. Thousands of years did not seem to have left any traces on her face. Her face was still so bright and beautiful, but when the name Su Changluo was mentioned, her eyes, which had always been calm, could not help but
There were waves in the house.
Su Changli paused for a long time,
"Half a month ago, the breath of the soul was gone."
Since half a month ago, he has been unable to feel his soul breath.
His words immediately caused shock among the upper elders of the seven sects. Huang Tian, Yu Ming and others turned to look at Su Changli in disbelief.
"What did you say? Su Changluo's soul has dispersed. How is this possible?"
Song Yinchen even took two steps back in an instant. His body was a little unstable. He held on to the table beside him and waited for a while before he recovered.
She raised her eyes and looked at Su Changli, word by word,
"Didn't your Xuanyuan Sect say that Su Changluo was injured and was in seclusion? Why did his soul disperse?!"
Su Changli was never very good at lying. He just looked at Song Yinchen and said slowly,
"He is a human being and naturally has his own ideas and things he wants to do."
This is Su Changluo's own choice.
Su Changli just lowered his eyes. In this world, he lost another relative.