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Chapter 1145 Battle Soul Zhai Rang(2/2)

He Wuhen and Yue Ling were seriously injured, but they had to burst out their last power and escaped into the distance.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The gray fog bombarded the earth, making a terrifying loud noise.

Huge pits ten miles apart immediately appeared on the ground, cracking countless gullies and splashing dust.

However, even though He Wuhen and Yue Ling tried their best to avoid the bombardment of five gray fogs, they were finally hit.

"Bang!"

A huge grey mist hit the two of them and exploded, throwing them away a hundred miles away, and smashing them into the ruins.

After the two of them struggled to get up, they were covered in blood and blood was constantly spilling out of their mouths and noses.

The two stood up with each other and staggered out of the ruins.

He Wuhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yue Ling apologetically, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you to the Tiandang Mountains, nor did I protect you."

Yue Ling shook her head, wiped away the dust and blood from his face, and said firmly: "I never regret walking with you and wandering with you these days are my happiest days."

The Zhulong Demon King flew over from a distance and descended on the heads of the two of them.

It looked down at He Wuhen and Yue Ling, and said in a stern tone: "After explaining the last words, you can die!"

He Wuhen raised his head and looked up at the same scarred Zhulong Demon King, and suddenly showed a hint of pity.

"Zhulong Demon King, you are the one who committed suicide by yourself."

"Hmm?" Zhulong Demon King was stunned, not understanding why He Wuhen is still so confident.

The next moment, when the terrifying aura of heart-pounding roaring between the sky and the earth finally changed his face.

It was because He Wuhen was closing his eyes and chanting mysterious, whispering and long spells with a solemn expression.

Only he himself could see that in his sea of ​​consciousness, the black stone platform floating above the Tower of Tongtian was shaking violently.

The black stone platform is the battle soul platform.

The battle soul platform was filled with a black light, emitting a vicissitudes of ancient times.

If you want to activate the Battle Soul Platform and summon Xuanyuan Battle Soul, you must consume a lot of star power.

He Wuhen has no star stone, but has 500 million gold crystal chalcedony.

He consumed about four million star stones of golden cedony, and finally gave the Battle Soul Platform enough power to support it.

The next moment, a black column of light suddenly burst out from the Battle Soul Platform and soared into the sky.

A black figure rushed out of the black light column and appeared out of thin air in the sky, behind the Zhulong Demon King.

This is a thin and tall human man in a black robe.

He has a handsome and feminine face, a cold face and a strong aura, with a silver hair scattered behind his head and fluttering in the wind.

He held a black sword in his arms, lowered his head slightly, stared at the scabbard with his eyes focused, and faced He Wuhen, Yue Ling and others with his body sideways.

Although, he was standing in the sky with a cold, introverted and arrogant aura.

But only the naked eye can see him, and no one's spiritual consciousness can detect his existence.

Seeing this man in black, He Wuhen frowned and recalled, and suddenly a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!
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