Chapter 279 Deep in the Soul River, Minotaur, Six Faces
Rumble! This kind of power is too terrifying. It suppresses the love in the sky and the earth, causing the boundless soul river to surge and tremble. Billions of soul river monsters and resentful spirits are wailing and roaring, and even the powerful armies of all the heavens are in danger.
They all looked pale.
"Is this...the rumored supreme beings at the end of the Soul River really coming back to life?" A strong Immortal King realm couldn't help but exclaim.
Only those who have personally experienced the true aura of the terrifying beings at the source of the Soul River can understand how powerful and unpredictable the existences at that level of domain are. Even the strong ones in the Immortal King Realm can't stand it in the face of such vast auras.
Feeling as small as an ant!
"It's not necessarily true that he recovered so quickly!" In front of the camp of the powerful men in the world, the old man Pi Jiudao pointed his tattered war spear in front of him and said with an expressionless face. At this time, he seemed to feel the force in the depths of the Soul River.
Wisps of supreme aura emerged.
The tattered war spear in the old man's hand also began to shine, and strands of brilliance diffused from the inside of the copper spear. Although the brilliance was very rare and weak, it was enough to resolve the unknown and mysterious existence of Soul River head-on.
The breath is crushing.
Bang! At the same time, at the front of the camp, Jiang Yan also made a big move. Chaos light surged, and above the Soul River, many remaining Dao were resurrecting and spreading, especially at the end of the Soul River, which was once called by the top powerhouses in the world.
This is the final level area, and it is even more shining, with a trace of the inexplicable shining brilliance of broken ancient artifacts.
"Why is this old guy so impatient? If I could jump out as soon as possible, it would save me a lot of effort." Jiang Yan's eyes were filled with chaotic beams of light, looking through the void of the Youjinhun River to the end, and said in a heavy voice
road.
It ended very early. The moment I decided to conquer the Soul River, I was not ready for a head-on confrontation with the so-called subordinate being in the depths of the Soul River. At this moment, when the terrifying and vast aura at the end of the Soul River revived and filled the moment.
, Jiang Yan's heart did not feel any oppression or fear. Instead, it was filled with a low-spirited fighting spirit, and his own blood boiled like a rare thing.
At this time, after going through many hardships in small worlds and many peaceful battles, Jiang Yan's super-transcendence Dao Fruit has already reached its peak, standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal King Realm giants, far away from the legendary accurate level.
I am only one step away from the Immortal Emperor realm. I urgently need fierce and fierce battles at lower levels to push myself to degrade and advance to lower levels!
Boom! At the end of the soul river, the waves of the billions of soul rivers surged. When this wisp of existential energy appeared, it disappeared slowly and strangely, as if it was fearing something, and as if it was weakly restraining
What's so special about it is elusive.
"Ah...those despicable, upper-class old bastards, they only dare to play those conspiracies, and dare to challenge me one-on-one!"
Now that we have caught the opportunity, we will definitely let it go until we completely suck the big white crow cub dry!
Feeling the weak death crisis approaching, the white crow's soul light source was also roaring and struggling. It was too suffocating in that battle. Damn, it was originally so majestic that it even reached the end of the soul river.
With the blessing of some source of energy from below, Bai Yao was so confident that he was able to defeat all enemies on his own, but who would have thought that things would turn out like that.
As soon as it appeared, it triggered a series of terrible phenomena and disturbances in the lower reaches of the Soul River. The hearts of the weak and weak people in the world were all jumpy. We vaguely realized that the Soul River Minotaur that was killed in vain behind our eyes was really terrifying.
, even weaker than the previous white crows!
"Boom!" As the terrifying Minotaur appeared in front of him, the gray mist of the Soul River surged and gradually dispersed, and another mysterious and terrifying Soul River creature appeared. It had eight creatures, and its body was covered with a layer of strangeness.
The soul light, with every breath he took, was enough to split the void, and there were faint fragments of time flying and surrounding it. Seeing that scene, all the weaklings took a breath of cold air.
"That's... the legendary Eight-faced Head, and those old monsters from the Soul River actually died and lived to that life!?"
"Anyone who dares to disturb the Soul River will be killed!" At that moment, the waves surged at the end of the Soul River, and bright lights burst out one after another. At the same time, unparalleled murderous energy surged out like a tide, and the Soul River
Something happened again in the depths, and even more terrifying and weak figures of creatures appeared, and there was only one of them.
It's even worse now. Even the source of his soul light can hardly be saved. Bai Ya is so depressed that he almost wants to vomit blood.
Seeing the eight-faced creatures emerging, even the rotten corpses and old antiques like Huahua were all surprised. A solemn expression appeared on their faces. Obviously, we were not concerned about the eight-faced creatures that came out of the depths of the Soul River.
It's familiar.
It still has time to shine coldly and intimidate enemies from all directions, but it will be overshadowed by the eight dead things in Shicun.
"Flower Buddha, the descendants of the rotten corpse, they really know the so-called Eight-faced Head..." Feeling the menacing and terrifying soul light aura at the end of the soul river, all the weak people in the heaven camp were also nervous, no one
He also asked loudly.
"In the past, you, the tribe of Ancient Heaven, attacked the Soul River and fought against the terrifying monsters behind the Ultimate Land!" Hua Hua's words were concise and concise, just one or two sentences. No matter how few words he said, he still made everyone present.
The scalps of the weak ones in the heaven camp felt numb for a while.
Today's battle is about the life and death of everyone. No one dares to lose focus, especially those of us who came to the Soul River together. If one of them messes up, they will all be blamed.
Amidst the countless waves of the Soul River, I could barely see a tall, tall Minotaur with two legs. The Immortal King giant-level soul light aura around me was very strong, and the two horns on my head shone with chaotic light.
, even the void was completely distorted.
"Chichi!" Regarding White Crow's death struggle and counterattack, the eight old antiques in Shicun didn't pay any attention at all. They just kept on madly swallowing and refining White Crow's relatively pure soul light source, which was like drying up.
After walking in the desert for several years, I once again encountered the special nectar falling from the sky. Only a creature of White Crow's level, with some source power bonus, could have such a small effect on the eight old antiques of Shicun.
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"A bunch of old antiques, you have to see how long they can tolerate it!" Sensing such subtle changes, Qu Hui's heart was filled with warmth. My eyes became darker and darker, and I stared at the lower reaches of the Soul River, knowing that there was something going on in my heart.
something.
At the same time, the fierce little battle in the lower reaches of the Soul River was finally coming to an end. Faced with the joint siege of eight old antiques from Shicun, White Crow had no way of breaking free even though he was not capable of defying the will of heaven. However, he was not completely defeated.
After being defeated, even the remaining part of its true soul light was dissipating bit by bit, and was divided and refined by the eight ancient stone villagers.