There are only records of the four major divisions of qi wheels in the Nine Nether Soul Refining Technique, but there is no relevant information about these microqi wheels.

In other words, Carlobold has never encountered this situation now.

This does not mean that Lei Dong is a genius who is smarter than Carlo Bode. It can only be said that his life experiences are different.

With Carlobod's cultivation and character, he would never allow himself to fall into a miserable situation like Lei Dong, which is completely out of control.

The emergence of the micro-qi wheel greatly reduced the pressure of Lei Dong, and the cultivation began to enter a delicate balance.

A large amount of soul power kept turning in and out, and after the micro-air wheel entered a stable state, subtle changes began again.

The soul is a very wonderful thing. It is more like a magnetic field, invisible and material, but it does exist. The qi wheel is its specific form, but it cannot fully represent it. It must be a certain degree of power to the main soul to open.

The size and strength of the qi chakra are the most obvious signs of the strength of the soul it represents.

The qi wheel is large and has a deep color, which means that its main soul is strong and prosperous.

The small and light color of the qi chakra means that its master's soul is weak and weak.

The qi wheel is the best attachment point for the soul's power.

Countless soul powers flowed, and they stopped unconsciously, precipitated on the micro-air wheel, merged with it, and became part of it.

The micro-air wheel is also getting bigger bit by bit.

Although there are many endings of capillaries, they cannot cover every inch of the skin of the body. Previously, there was a gap between the micro-air chakra. Although this gap is very small and cannot be seen by the naked eye, they do exist.

Now as the micro-air gears become larger, these micro-air gears are overlapping and connecting into a complete whole.

The outside of the mage tower was completely messy.

The sky and the earth of the slave training camp were filled with whining and flying figures of resentful warriors. The low-level dungeon warriors who had no power to fight back fled in a panic. The elite warriors under Algang fought desperately, but they still could not stop the dungeon from being defeated, especially after the demon trackers continued to join the battle.

These chaotic guys rushed in not to help them resist the attack of the vengeful spirit army. Although the vengeful spirit is their target of attack, the dungeful warriors are also their target of attack.

The demon who attacks the slave training camp is no longer the hell trainer Brando. The succubus Amilia and the berserk Leonardo have joined forces with him.

When I was using the teleportation array in the dark world of the dungeon, in order to gather the magic cores used for teleportation, the demon army calculated a lot of demon warriors. Now the three teams are combined, and the number of demon warriors is still no less than 800.

After being eliminated all the way, the demon warriors who can survive now are the more brutal and strong elite warriors in the team. Although they are not worthy of being called, they are not far behind.

More importantly, the demon warriors were born in purgatory and were once the final destination of evil spirits - hell. Various evil spirits have been seen many times. Over time, their attacks unconsciously brought their natural restraint ability. Many demons are even experts in soul-playing, and various evil spirits are their most delicious snacks, such as hellhounds.

It can be said that one thing is to subdue another. In front of them, it was the turn of the vengeful warriors to take a detour.

"Let's retreat in the fortress, let these vengeful spirits be left to these uninvited demons to deal with!" said Peg, the dark elf priest.

The entire slave training camp was in chaos, and several people were surrounded by half of the enemy. To be more precise, the enemies who rushed towards them had become dead bodies lying on the ground. They were all killing gods, and no one was their one-union enemy. In the end, no one dared to rush towards them.

The Dark Elf Priest Peg and the Deputy Commander of the Slave Training Camp Algang are undoubtedly two of them.

"Would you just give up the mage tower to these demons like this?" El Gang looked at the Gemini mage tower located directly under the black vortex.

"We just avoid the edge for a while. When these demons have finished packing up the resentful spirits, it is not too late to take action! Is it easier to deal with these demons than to deal with resentful spirits? The core of the magic array that drives out the undead is in the fortress. Even if there is a soul-suming array, it is still the forbidden area for the undead."

"That's true!" Although the demon warriors are powerful, they eat physical attacks and are limited in number. For them, the demon warriors are obviously easier to deal with than the resentful spirits that are immune to physical attacks. Elgang's eyes flashed and he nodded, "Okay, let's listen to you, let's take a mantis to stalk the cicada, and the sparrow is behind."

Before Elgang's words could be finished, a denser scream not far away sounded, but this time the scream was not coming from the mouths of ordinary dungeon warriors. It was the high-level mages who were clearly turning on their firepower and transformed into mobile turrets. The red blood gushed out from their backs, and there was a bright hole in the back of the vest, indicating that they were not dead by the hands of the resentful spirits. A black figure flashed in their dying eyes, and the word was still unable to be spit out - the thief.

"There are thieves! Ah..."

By the time a slightly quick response issued a dying warning, Algang's elite mage group had already lost most of it.

"Bloody girl assassin? Bastard, where did these assassins come from?" Al just furious and his heart stinged. This is the ace in his hand. Every mage spent a high price and carefully cultivated it. In just a blink of an eye, half of her eyes were lost.

"Ah..." The dark elf priest screamed sharply, staring at the bloody tip of the knife that emerged from his chest in disbelief.

How is that possible?

How is that possible?

How is that possible?

She had clearly used the Eye of Detective around her, so why would there be a thief touching her behind her? She is a golden warlock and a loyal believer of the Spider God Queen. How could she die at the hands of a despicable thief?

His hands were trembling and he wanted to cast his spell, but he found that his strength was not in line with his heart and his strength was rapidly losing from her heart.

laugh!

The sharp dagger stayed in the dark elf priest's chest for no more than ten breaths, then twisted it suddenly and pulled it out. Blood gushed out along the instantly formed vacuum blade, and a charming and sad blood flower was drawn in the air.

A big hole was poked in his chest, and even if the Dark Elf Sacrifice was a golden warlock, he would definitely die.

The battlefield has always been so cruel that even the golden warriors cannot ensure their absolute safety in their lives.
Chapter completed!