Martial Inverse

Roar!

The spirit of the Southern Realm roared like thunder, making people's scalp numb. A pair of fiery red eyes stared at Feng Hao.

He kept silent, just staring at Feng Hao.

"What does it mean?"

Feng Hao was puzzled, logically he had already provoked the other party, so he should have rushed over in anger, and then he was subdued by brute force with a golden cudgel.

But the Southern World Spirit didn't come over at all, and seemed to want to kill Feng Hao with his eyes.

Sun Wukong looked anxious, and the other Qi refiners also looked dull, completely unaware of what the hell this guy was doing.

If eyes could kill a person, those sect elites who bullied them would have died thousands of times long ago.

"What are you looking at? If you feel that the divine skills are useful to this emperor, you can continue..."

Feng Hao's scalp was numb from being stared at, he weighed the soul orb in his hand, and said in a surprised tone: "Hey, the energy of the soul orb seems to have weakened..."

The eyes of Nan Jieling's soul finally changed, as if worried that the soul orb would dissipate, with a loud roar, it turned into a cloud of fire and rushed towards Feng Hao directly.

The sand and dust rolled up along the way covered everyone's eyes, but Monkey King saw clearly with his golden eyes, and his heart was moved.

Both soul and body can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, worthy of being a world spirit.

Facing the frenzied culling of the spirits of the Southern Realm, Feng Hao did not act like he was ready to fight. The golden cudgel in his hand shook, and then his eyes narrowed, and he slammed it at the fire cloud in the dust. go.

Scoff!

Huoyun was directly cut in half by the golden cudgel.

Aww...

The painful cries of the Southern World Spirit came from the fire cloud, and the sonic soul was smashed into two halves. Although it was not broken up, it was forcibly split into two pieces. This kind of pain for the soul was simply unbearable.

When this kind of force hits the physical body, it is completely tickling, but it is different when it is directly applied to the soul, it is simply insane.

"Shameless, if you have the ability to return my soul orb, I will let you see how powerful this deity is..."

The spirit of the southern world began to clamor again,

The soul body swayed, and the eyes became more panicked, as if worried that the soul orb would continue to weaken.

But a hard grab... can't beat it at all, okay.

beg for mercy……

Hehe, the majestic world spirits will go to mortals to beg for mercy? Even if he could kill Suzaku in the flesh, he was still a very strong mortal.

He is a majestic world spirit, unless Tianzun Honghuang comes personally, otherwise, no one can make him subdue.

boom!

The Southern World Spirit raised its proud head, but soon...seeing Feng Hao hitting him again with a stick, he was so frightened that his ghosts froze, and hurriedly moved thousands of meters away.

The golden cudgel hit the ground, and a crack three to four meters wide spread out like a spider web, and the destructive power was terrifying.

Many qi refiners gasped wildly, and they couldn't care less about roasting the Suzaku meat, so it's better to stay away from it for now.

"You're very slippery. If you want a soul orb, you can hand over a wisp of soul essence for my use."

Feng Hao stared at Nan Jieling's soul, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He could tell that Nan Jieling's soul was not only indestructible, but also an existence that could not be killed.

However, it hurts...

This made Feng Hao couldn't help thinking that since the Southern World Spirit was selected as one of the five Great World Spirits and had the ability to revive the Heart of the World, it seemed that it should be an immortal existence from the very beginning.

Otherwise, if the five world spirits in this misty land are all dead, how will the heart of the world recover?

"Delusion!"

The spirit of the southern world snorted coldly, and the surrounding temperature dropped a little bit. Fortunately, the alchemists ran far away, otherwise their bodies would be frozen to death.

Feng Hao shook his head with a sigh and said: "The one who can only be beaten, you surrender..."

Without any extra nonsense, Feng Hao picked up the golden cudgel and swept it towards the spirit of the southern world again.

"you……"

The spirit of the southern world was so angry that it went mad. It is now in the state of a soul. Unless it can resist Feng Hao, otherwise, every stick will be hit on the soul, and the real pain will penetrate into the soul.

"Can't the deity run away?"

The Southern World Spirit almost collapsed, there was no other way, it couldn't be beaten again and again, the only way to do it was to keep the spirit indifferent...

And the state of mind and soul, without the fetters of the physical body, is more unrestrained, and has a stronger affinity for the power of heaven and earth, and can fly ninety thousand miles in one breath.

but……

When the Vermilion Bird wings behind Feng Hao spread out, matching the speed of Qinglong's talent, it almost teleported in front of him.

And waved the golden cudgel in his hand.

"..."

Nan Jieling was stunned for a moment, seeing the stick, just like the fleshly Suzaku seeing the Pangu Divine Axe, his soul trembled.

Grinning his teeth, he glared at Feng Hao, turned around and turned into a cold cloud again and diverted his way to escape.

At the same time, the speed has been increased to the extreme.

At the same time, Nan Jieling turned his head and glanced into the distance, and found that Feng Hao's figure didn't seem to be chasing him, so he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"This guy is too scary, even if he is a world lord... But this is the prehistoric world, the world created by the heart of the world, he is an outsider, how could he be so strong?"

Nan Jieling muttered to himself, the strength Feng Hao displayed was terrifying, being able to kill the fleshy Suzaku was enough to prove that his cultivation was second only to the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

And without the soul orb, it can't even reach half the strength of the fleshy Suzaku, and its front is tough, and its soul may be smashed into a schizophrenia.

The Great Desolate Heavenly Lord belongs to the earliest living beings in the prehistoric world. He is an ancient power who has mastered the laws of the world's operation. He turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain. He is powerful and terrifying.

"Are you looking for me?"

Just when Nan Jieling was thankful that Feng Hao didn't catch up, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ear.

Turning his head, Nan Jieling saw Feng Hao flying beside him, gently stroking the golden cudgel, with a wicked smile on his lips.

The spirit of the Southern Realm was cold all over, and it was originally a ghost body, but it was still trembling with fright.

"go away……"

Nan Jieling gritted his teeth, turned his direction abruptly, and rushed forward with the power of his soul, more than twice as fast as before.

"Can't catch up now?"

The Southern World Spirit breathed a sigh of relief again, and turned into a human-shaped red cloud. The air it passed by condensed into ice, turned into hailstones and fell.

And its speed is so fast that it has reached the point where it cannot be caught by the naked eye.

"It's too slow..."

Feng Hao's voice sounded again, Nan Jieling was about to explode, and looked at Feng Hao like a ghost.

"I have enmity with you? At worst, I don't want the soul orb, can you go away?"

The Southern Realm was convinced, and it knew that it couldn't get rid of Feng Hao.

"Go away, just give me a wisp of your essence."

"The body of the deity has been left to you..."

"Stop it, that's for them... This emperor has nothing."

"..."

The soul of the Southern Realm Spirit is about to burst. Meeting such a master of another world, it is really blood mold in eight lifetimes.

If the soul is given to Feng Hao, it will become Feng Hao's subordinate completely, and it can only obey orders, otherwise, even if the soul is immortal, it will be destroyed...

Essence is the lifeblood.