"Silly, even though he is not dead, this is clearly the breath of the endless sea. You are so reckless, and you are wasting resources on you in vain!"

The place where the Demon Saint is located, the voice of the Forbidden Lord comes with anger.

But all this is no longer possible to change.

The Demon Saint, with the last one, controlled the 40% of the soul power, rushed towards Ling Zhi's soul.

The hunch of Chaos Green Lotus wrapped Ling Zhi's soul.

But at this moment, it seems a little thin.

"Although it's a big gamble, I can't leave no way out."

Suddenly, Ling Zhi's soul, located in the Chaos Green Lotus, stood on the broken divine platform and said such words.

Facing the Demon Saint's last obsession, a blood light emerged from his eyes.

This blood light is to be possessed by demons, to refine the eyes of the source of all evil, and to be something that looks like the demon ancestor's demon pattern.

This gaze fell directly on the soul power of the Demon Saint through Ling Zhi's own body.

The soul of the Demon Saint trembled, and that touch of consciousness was completely erased by this blood light.

This 40% of the soul power became extremely pure in an instant.

Ling Zhi kept his eyes closed, but he had already become a demon. How could he underestimate an Ancestral Saint?

How could you not be wary of the Demon Saint?

It is precisely because of these eyes that he takes action so decisively.

It turns out that the Demon Saint in this state is also not the enemy of this pair of eyes.

The unwilling roar of the Demon Saint seemed to be echoing in his ears, but it had nothing to do with Ling Zhi, and had nothing to do with Ling Zhi at this time.

40% of the pure soul power fell down. Chaos Qinglian just released Ling Zhi's soul this time, allowing Lianye to come into contact with these soul powers.

Absorb widely.

After further refining of the Chaos Green Lotus, some of the essences were slowly introduced into Lingzhi's soul, increasing Lingzhi's soul and repairing Lingzhi's soul's injuries.

As Ling Zhi took off a holy pill, Ling Zhi's entire energy and spirit suddenly increased countless times.

He stood up from his lying down and flew over the endless sea.

There was a vaguely strong suppression over the boundless sea, and it could not fly too high, but Ling Zhi did not force himself to break through, and even deliberately did not fly too high.

This sea was empty. If he flew into the sky, wouldn’t it become a target and attract the attention of others in vain?

At the entrance of the holy pill, the soul completely stabilized, slowly but firmly recovered, and his whole body of strength gradually recovered.

The spiritual power of heaven and earth in the endless sea is not thin, it is ordinary and can barely provide Lingzhi's absorption and cultivation.

After looking around for a few times, even exploring the soul power into the star map, without any guidance. After confirming that it was impossible to identify any direction in the endless sea, Ling Zhi stopped forcing and simply descended, stepped on the waves, heading towards the east.

This time I wandered for another three months.

This kind of conscious wandering becomes extremely boring and boring after Ling Zhi's injuries completely recovered.

Gulu was not by his side. Ling Zhi didn't even have anyone to speak all day long, and it was difficult to sit down and wait for a dead retreat. Everything he saw was gray sea water, gray sky, and endless day and night.

For three months, he did not see any creatures.

Even if he is as firm as Ling Zhi, he is a little worried. If this continues, his mind may become blurred.

There seemed to be a very wonderful power here, which had been vaguely interfering with the awakening of his soul, and felt a sense of chaoticness.

So when a little black appeared in his sight, Ling Zhi's spirit suddenly rose up.

There is no sign of this abrupt appearance of the black.

But it was the first different color that Ling Zhi saw in this ocean in these three months.

When he saw the dark shadow in front of him, Ling Zhi's pace quickly stopped.

He had seen this dark shadow.

That day, when he saw the figure of the First Emperor in the True Dragon Palace, in the six realms of reincarnation, he had also seen this black shadow in the Wuya Sea.

This is a man dressed in a monk's appearance. His left palm is facing upwards on his legs, his right thumb is bent, his four-pointed pointing to the sky, and he folds up.

The monk's robe on his body was half broken, and at his heart there was an empty hole, illuminating from front to back, and his heart was gone.

What's more serious is his head, his right half of his head, and one eye, all disappeared.

The disappearing gap was very neat, and it was obvious that it was split from above the head with a knife and cut off.

On the monk's right hand palm, there were a string of Buddhist beads. There were 18 Buddhist beads, but there were cracks on them.

This is an extremely heavy injury.

But Ling Zhi was extremely sure that the monk's cultivation must be the ancestor saint.

The pressure of the ancestor saint brought by that body is indelible.

What really stopped Ling Zhi was at the center of the monk's eyebrows, with the center of the touch of red and the outer edge of the figure white, and the shape was like ghost fire.

This wisp of ghost fire attached to the monk's eyebrows, but it never went out with the sea breeze, as if it had been tens of thousands of years.

The monk floated southward hundreds of miles ahead of Lingzhi as the waves fluctuated.

Ling Zhi stood there, not acted rashly, but separated from him from a distance and watched with caution.

The monk also drifted from the northeast of Lingzhi as silent as usual to the front of Lingzhi.

At this moment, Ling Zhi's eyelids hopped violently, because the ghost fire also jumped violently at this moment, and suddenly grew by several points, expanding as much as twice as possible.

The monk's head was dyed white.

The Buddhist beads that were grabbed by the monk suddenly turned automatically, and the last complete Buddhist bead was transferred to the center of the outside world, just facing Ling Zhi.

A kind of pressure came to his face and a sense of danger made Ling Zhi's hair stand up.

Without thinking too much, Ling Zhi decisively took out the Blood-Crying Sword, and the ancestral artifact and armor on his body also wrapped his whole body, waiting for it.

This is Wuya Hai. As a half-ancestor, he has no qualifications and takes it lightly.

Ling Zhi and this strange monk were confronting each other for a whole amount of time, from evening to early morning.

When the grayish-white morning appeared, the ghost fire at the monk's eyebrows slowly weakened and narrowed down.

Just as Ling Zhi was confused and secretly breathing a sigh of relief, the spirit-devouring fire in his body suddenly became restless.
Chapter completed!