Bai Shaosi had long seen the expression on Long Yanhua's face as he looked at Lin Yiyun. Of course he knew Lin Yiyun's identity, a descendant of the Martial Saint of the Southern Region. Unexpectedly, the girl he met on the road was not only the Miss Long family, but also the daughter of the Martial Saint.
The descendants of the Saint have an unusual relationship. Most of the eye contact between the two is based on surprise, but how could the emotions hidden in the surprise be hidden from Bai Shaosi's eyes.
With a deep smile, Bai Shaosi became interested in testing and teasing. In his opinion, the two of them were very interesting. He heard that Lin Wusheng's grandson had a fiancée before. So how did Long Yanhua make Lin Yiyun fall in love with her?
Love? Bai Shaosi had also heard a little bit about Lin Yiyun, the grandson of Lin Wusheng, and heard that he was a master who was difficult to approach, but what he saw now was different from the news he heard before.
Bai Shaosi withdrew his gaze, looked at the battlefield, and said calmly, "The Southern Territory is going to lose."
"What?!" Long Yanhua, who was paying full attention to the situation on the battlefield, was suddenly startled and asked subconsciously. Now that the mighty Martial Saint was fighting against the opponent Martial Saint one-on-one, his strength was actually incomparable when facing Shui Jing Martial Saint and another Martial Saint.
One Martial Saint did not fall behind at the same time. Another Martial Saint from the Southern Territory, 'Xuehong', was also inseparable from the opponent's main force.
The Martial Saint moved his hands with great force. Even though they fought in mid-air at first, many soldiers on the ground were still implicated. From time to time, someone would be killed by the Martial Saint's squandered power. Gradually, the Martial Saint's battle began.
There was a deserted vacuum below, leaving only blood and corpses all over the ground. No one wanted to die for no reason, and the generals on the battlefield would rather die fighting.
Although new war spirits are constantly appearing in the air, and although the situation between the two sides is inseparable, no matter whether it is the battle between the martial saints in the air or the battle between the soldiers on the ground, there is no tendency for either side to win.
How did Bai Shaosi figure it out?
For a moment, Long Yanhua could only think of one possibility, and the other party was talking nonsense. She didn't take it seriously, and her eyes focused again on the figure of her grandfather Long Haotian on the battlefield.
Long Haotian wore a dark gold armor and held a heavy sword. With his great master's strength, he casually raised his hand like cutting melons and vegetables on the battlefield, and dozens of enemy troops were killed by the sword. But gradually, the opponent's masters finally collided with each other.
The person facing Long Haotian was also armored, majestic, and almost as strong as him. The weapons kept colliding with each other, creating sparks, and within a few breaths, the two sides were evenly matched, with no outcome in sight.
There are many masters and great masters among the powerful people in the Southern Region. However, not long ago, many great masters were injured by Shui Jing Martial Saint’s surprise attack. Therefore, most of these masters cannot go to the battlefield. On the other hand, it is different in the Western Region. Grandmasters
There are obviously more masters like the Grand Master than in the Southern Region.
"It's not good." Long Yanhua said lightly, raising his palm without anyone noticing, and a ball of white light floated in his hand. The purple in the white light became brighter and brighter. In the previous battles and this war, the soul stone
Millions of fighting souls have been accumulated in it. The fighting souls stored in the soul stone have not yet reached the limit, but the urgent task is that these fighting souls are enough for the time being. Several handprints were made on the white light in the hand, and the white light quickly turned into a dot and flew back to its place.
The tent of the soul stone. This is the only thing she can do.
At the same time, in Long Xiaochen's tent, a gray stone the size of a washbasin was placed quietly on a low table. A soft halo of light emitted from the surface of the stone, as if something was going on. A fighting spirit invisible to the naked eye.
Being continuously sucked into the soul stone and trapped inside the soul stone, Bird Bear received the order from his master to guard the soul stone. His small body stood straight and his attitude was meticulous.
A ball of white light flew from the outside, and it felt the aura of its master in the white light. Bird Bear did not stop it and allowed the white light to fly into the soul stone. In an instant, it seemed to hear the roars of many people, as if it was right next to its ears.
At the same time, a pot exploded inside the soul stone. Millions of fighting souls clearly felt the benefits that the energy could bring to them, and began to compete with each other. One lucky fighting soul swallowed up the white energy in one gulp.
, but before he could fuse the energy, he was devoured in the blink of an eye by the other fighting spirits that came up, regardless of friend or foe. The energy was also distributed into the bodies of other fighting spirits through the identity of one fighting spirit.
A battle called the battle for energy breaks out among millions of fighting souls. They are devoured, devoured again, fused, and fused again. The power of the devoured fighting souls is occupied by other fighting souls. Every devouring, every fighting makes the souls
There were fewer and fewer fighting souls trapped in the stone. Five hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, fifty thousand, thirty thousand, ten thousand... In a moment, there were only less than a hundred fighting souls left in the soul stone.
, the ghost energy in each fighting spirit is a thousand times more powerful than before. The fighting spirit has evolved from being invisible before, to a translucent body, with a faint gray energy on its body, and its eyes are red.
The devouring is still going on. The fighting souls who have tasted the sweetness know how to devour the opponent, and they can get huge benefits from it. The devouring of hundreds of fighting souls becomes more and more difficult and more intense. After a quarter of an hour, only a few soul stones are left.
Each of the fighting souls is powerful, and their whole body is shrouded in black light. But this is not the final outcome. The soul stone emits black light, separating the fighting souls inside, but at this time, several fighting souls have already
There were only four left. The almost physical fighting spirits were covered with a layer of black metal-like soft armor, and their faces were shrouded in black mist, making it difficult to see their appearance.
"Owner!"
Four voices rang out from the soul stone and reached the ears of Long Yanhua who was watching the battle on the edge of the battlefield. However, she sighed unhappily and raised her hand to point at the battlefield! The four powerful voices in the soul stone
The fighting spirit appeared from the void in the next second and came to the battlefield. Four black shadows were killing the masters in the Western Region!
The method of cultivating powerful fighting souls with souls is cruel. After erasing millions of fighting souls, only a few of the strongest fighting souls can be used by the caster. The ball of energy that initially flew into the soul stone has already
After signing the contract, no matter how strong the remaining fighting souls are, they are just ghost slaves of the caster. The four ghost slaves, whose strength is not weaker than that of the master, are erratic, act strangely, and blink in the eyes of everyone.
Time whizzed by, and a grandmaster from the Western Region fell in a pool of blood. The killing speed was beyond imagination.
Sometimes, even if you encounter a great master, you still have the strength to fight. The appearance of the ghost slave only brings shock to the battlefield and gives the masters of the southern region a moment of breathing space.
…
In the rear military camp, the generals gathered in a large tent. Long Xiaochen was currently gathering in the general tent to discuss countermeasures with the generals. After all, he was still young. Even if he was talented, he was not believed by everyone.
Leave everything to him.
"Report! - The battle is in full swing on the battlefield, and the enemy has more masters than we do." The messenger brought the news, and all the generals frowned in an instant.
"The situation is not good." Long Xiaochen lowered his head and thought deeply that the injured Grand Masters were unable to participate in the battle. This was the only place where the Southern Territory Allied Forces lost to the enemy.
"We still have some hidden strong men in the southern region. If they know that the front line is tight, they may come to help."
"But the news of the danger on the front line cannot be spread, otherwise it will only cause panic among the people of all countries." This proposal was immediately rejected by other commanders, and for a while, the atmosphere was deadlocked.
At this time, another message came from outside the tent, "Report!" Four strong men in black suddenly appeared on the battlefield, helping the Southern Region kill the masters of the Western Region. Now they have successfully killed eight masters of the Western Region.
Two Grandmasters.”
'Hiss--' Hearing this news, some people took a breath of air and marveled. How powerful is this master who appeared out of nowhere? Can he consume the opponent's combat power in such a short period of time? But while they were surprised, they were also guessing.
Who is the master who suddenly helps the Southern Territory? Is he an enemy or a friend?
"Continue to observe! Report any new information immediately!"
"yes!"
…
With the cooperation of the four ghost slaves, many masters died from the ghost claws. The soul of the strong is naturally a good thing. The moment the soul left the body, it was torn apart and eaten by the ghost slaves. Along with the masters they destroyed
The more there were, the stronger the ghost slaves became. After a while, they were no longer satisfied with dealing with masters at the master level, but started to attack the great masters one after another.
"Gather your strength! Block those four people!" The 'big moves' of the four ghost slaves have attracted the attention of the opponent's martial saints. Although they can't deal with them with nothing, they can order people weaker than themselves to block them.
they.
For a moment, four great masters joined ten masters to surround the four ghost slaves, surrounding them and trying to eliminate them with overwhelming force. But after all, the ghost slaves are not real humans.
The physical creature now seems to have a physical body, but in fact it is just the condensed strong ghost energy. As a master's long sword smoothly penetrated the body of a ghost slave, the black claws stretched out, and the master was stuck.
The opponent's neck was twisted violently, 'click~~' dead!
Unprepared for a moment, three of these masters, including the great masters, died instantly under the claws of ghosts. Seeing this, the other masters became even more cautious to avoid following in their footsteps.
"Mr. Cheng, what should I do? These...these things seem difficult to deal with!" After the test at the cost of their lives, they could also see that the characteristics of the ghost slaves were different from being invulnerable. Their bodies could be scratched, but they seemed to
Being in the void and unable to be harmed is definitely a violation of common sense, but it actually appears in front of everyone.
The middle-aged man called Mr. Cheng had a sinister look in his eyes, "Kill! I don't believe they really can't be killed. They must have used some means to give us the illusion and avoid the attack."
Ghost slaves were too unbelievable to talk about, so ‘Mr. Cheng’ only thought of this possibility. However, his speculation would only cost people their lives again.
"Yes!" Several masters coordinated with the great master's exquisite attacks to rush down. The ghost slaves looked at the surrounding humans and hung out their tongues greedily. The 'prey' in front of them looked so delicious...