Landing in the Fantastic World

"What's so strange about this?" Mu Yu said disapprovingly.

"Hmph!" Ghost King snorted coldly, with a cold aura surging all over his body, he directly charged towards Mu Yu.

Mu Yu held the Xifeng sword in his hand, like a peerless sword god, he went forward without fear.

Both of them had outstanding agility, and their figures kept interlacing, leaving phantoms in the air.

The powerful collision of spiritual power gushed out like a mountain torrent, forcing everyone to retreat a hundred feet away.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the mountains and rivers shook!

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for hundreds of rounds.

Guisha King's hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and there were countless marks of being injured by sword energy all over his body.

He couldn't help but feel angry.

A junior can actually hurt him!

"Thousands of souls are attacking!"

A gloomy banner appeared in the hands of King Gui Sha, waving between the heaven and the earth.

The dark wind howled, and countless innocent souls wandered between the heaven and the earth like ghosts, emitting shrill cries, and surrounded Mu Yu.

The people of the Soul Palace like to capture a large number of monks and ordinary people, and then extract their souls for them to use in battle.

The method is extremely vicious, and is deeply hated by everyone in Tiannan.

As the vice-master of the Hall of Souls, King Guisha has blood on his hands. Almost all of his ghost banners are righteous monks with high cultivation levels, and his grievances are extremely powerful.

The wronged soul is different from others, it is invisible and invisible, once it entangles you, it can completely devour your spirit and turn you into a demented disabled person.

"Jie Jie, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you still can't avoid my trick." The master of the Soul Palace smiled slyly, as if he had already seen Mu Yu's next fate.

Seeing that Mu Yu was in deep danger again, the righteous disciples clenched their fists and looked nervous, but at the same time, there was a look of anticipation, and they all expected that Mu Yu would bring them another miracle.

Seeing all the wronged souls rushing towards him, Mu Yu's spiritual power surged between his palms, and he struck out with one palm.

All the unjust souls around were shaken back by Mu Yu's palm force.

However, they didn't suffer any harm, and the next moment, they surrounded them again.

The fierce light in Yuanhun's eyes was even worse, and he couldn't wait to devour Mu Yu's spirit completely.

"Jie Jie, now you know how powerful I am. These innocent souls of mine have been painstakingly refined by me. They are not afraid of any of your profound skills. They are immortal between heaven and earth." Ghost King said sharply. The voice is a little smug.

"Oh, I can't see it."

Mu Yu didn't panic because of this, his body kept moving back and forth among the group of wronged souls, gathering the hatred of all the wronged souls on him.

"He's still stubborn when he's about to die."

King Guisha naturally didn't believe Mu Yu's words, he thought that Mu Yu had nothing to do with his wronged soul, he was just being stubborn.

When all the wronged souls gathered together and followed behind Mu Yu like a swarm of bees, the corners of Mu Yu's mouth twitched slightly.

He stretched out his right hand, and a group of terrifying crimson flames appeared, which suddenly turned into a net of fire, enveloping all the innocent souls in the sea of ​​flames.

"Crack... creak..."

All the innocent souls screamed in pain, and as long as they got a little closer to the holy fire of the sun, they would be burned into nothingness.

Such a huge fire net made them inescapable and inescapable. In an instant, none of them were completely refined by the holy fire of the Sun.