Hawende: "I don't believe it. The golden dragon, which can even be severely damaged in the Mahayana period, can't kill you, a bad boy of unknown origin!"

Yang Xiu glanced at Hai Wende and said disdainfully: "You know, I'm a soul cultivator!"

Although the overall power of this great formation golden dragon can reach the Mahayana stage, its lethality to the soul is greatly reduced, at most it is in the middle stage of the Cave Void Realm.

Although this gap seems irreparable.

But for the Rakshasa envoy in the Reincarnation Palace, you cannot exceed the level, and you are worthy of being called the Rakshasa envoy?

Yang Xiu's hands quickly formed complex magic seals, and pure gray soul power surged into his throat.

"Soul Destroy-Ghost Soul!"

Yang Xiu opened his mouth wide, as if the bass sounds of millions of ghosts dispersed.

The golden light of the golden dragon in the formation dimmed instantly, as if it had hit Mount Buzhou.

The legendary water god Gonggong can break the Buzhou Mountain, but just a golden dragon and Buddha power?

Dissipated in the blink of an eye!

"Ahem."

Yang Xiu coughed secretly. With his current strength, he used the "Ghost Soul" and the burden was indeed a bit too big.

But at the moment, he still had to pretend to be fine and walk towards Havende.

Havender looked like a child with a toy snatched, his legs fluttering on the ground and tears in his eyes raked down:

"Ah? What? What's going on? Immortal Techniques! You actually know the Immortal Techniques!"

The emergence of immortal magic has broken Hawende's understanding of the spiritual world over the past seven hundred years.

Even in the Mahayana period, there is only the right to contact the superficial level of immortal magic. How can it be used by a fusion state?

Yang Xiu was very understanding and did not tell him that this was just a half-step immortal technique.

Maximally used the soul-locking chain to trap Ha Wende, and Yang Xiu turned his attention to Chu Xinhe.

He pulled out Hai Wende's soul at the cost of burning his soul, and was influenced by the power of the Golden Dragon and Yang Xiu's half-step immortal technique.

Chu Xinhe's soul is almost transparent.

The soul is scattered, it is not far away.

Even though Chu Xinhe could no longer stand up, after Yang Xiu came over, she still struggled to climb two steps, saying trembling but extremely respectful:

"Thank you, sir, for avenging me!"

Yang Xiu: "But what wishes are still unfulfilled?"

Chu Xinhe gritted his teeth: "The bloodline of the Hai family is still there, and I am unwilling to accept it. However, Hai Wende has been killed, so I can rest in peace!"

"Oh, it's a pity for the innate Taoist body."

Yang Xiu looked at Chu Xinhe, whose figure became increasingly faded, and after all, he bounced his fingers a second before his soul was about to turn into nothingness.
Chapter completed!