Wu Zhan instantly had a black line. He was even ready for battle just now, so he could only follow Xiao Yanxue and immediately lowered his head.

"We have sacrificed too..."

The man looked at Xiao Yan and Wu Zhan and suddenly burst into cold sweat. The figure at the distance suddenly frowned.

"If sacrifices have been made, why are there no soul-devouring poison on you two?" The figure had white eyes, looking very cunning. The man was so scared that his face was pale and he dared not speak.

"Maybe... expired?" Xiao Yan said tentatively. Suddenly, a yin aura roared in, directly dispelling the thick fog that covered Xiao Yan and others.

At this moment, Xiao Yan and others were completely exposed to the thick fog, and Wu Zhan's eyes were already gloomy. This battle was probably inevitable.

I don’t know how Xiao Yan made up such words, and he smiled helplessly.

"Forget it, let's wait this time, take these two soul-devouring pills, and limit you to sacrifice your souls within fifty years." After the figure finished speaking indifferently, two black pills were thrown towards Xiao Yan and Wu Zhan.

Xiao Yan took the Soul-Devouring Pill and looked at the rough and black pill that emitted a dark and disgusting expression on Xiao Yan's face. He could even ask about the stench emitted on the pill, but he didn't know what it was refined.

I saw flames rising in Xiao Yan's palm, and the black soul-devouring pill was instantly burned to ashes. Wu Zhan was no exception. He pinched his fingers and crushed the soul-devouring pill in his hand.

"I can't swallow this thing." Xiao Yan pouted.

This scene immediately made the distant figure's eyes condense, and a fierce murderous aura emanated from his body, and he looked at Xiao Yan and Wu Zhan suddenly.

The man who was originally kneeling down on the side was no longer visible in a quiet voice. He knew that Xiao Yan and Wu Zhan beside him were not ordinary. He was probably the only aftermath of the battle that he stayed here would pose a great threat to him.

So I quietly took advantage of the thick fog and slipped away.

"Are you... looking for death?" The sounds of countless people overlapping sounded again, and their figures suddenly looked at Xiao Yan and Wu Zhan.

Wu Zhan burst out with a powerful aura without Xiao Yan talking, and exuded a strong murderous aura on his body. Even if he had wiped out the hunting gods all the way, the other dozen people had never had such a strong murderous aura.

"Soul-Devouring Clan...what are you doing!" Wu Zhan clenched his fist, and murderous intent burst out in his eyes. After all, before he left, Xuanlei Island was still full of vitality. Although he was still breathing in the extremes of the abyss, his soul would not be taken away.

However, when Wu Zhan heard that it had become an altar on Xuanlei Island, he was already in a very heavy mood. At that time, perhaps he had no power to fight against the Soul-Devouring Clan, but today is different from the past.

He used to be just a fighting god, but now he has become a powerful immortal. Some of the hatreds he once had is time to find back.

In the thick fog, a huge black shadow flashed by. The poisonous scorpion as big as a hundred feet was approaching. Its double clamps were already roaring towards Wu Zhan with powerful force.

Wu Zhan seemed to be ready, holding a long golden whip and swung it out violently. The whip marks roared, and with a loud bang, he heard the sound of crackling and cracking.

Then the poisonous scorpion burst out with extremely harsh roars and screams.

This whip is unusual. It is a whip containing immortal power. Although it cannot shake the original god's clone, its power is enough to defeat any fighting god. Fortunately, the poisonous scorpion has a hard shell, otherwise this whip will probably kill it directly!

"Immortal... Interesting. I haven't been here for a long time since I came here. It just so happened that I have never had an immortal soul among my 100,000 souls." The figure looked at Wu Zhan holding a golden whip, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an interesting expression.

"One hundred thousand souls, just the level of the Soul King. If the Soul King appears, I might be afraid of three points. As for you..." Wu Zhan also murmured. Obviously, the Soul Devouring Clan is different from the source energy, and its ratings are also different.

Wu Zhan had no sign of fear in his eyes. He seemed to have a very understanding of the Soul-Devouring Clan and also knew the strength of the Soul-Devouring Clan in front of him.

"The first step of the Immortality of the Emperor, how could I have such an arrogant tone? My 100,000 souls are enough to crush you!" The soul king was not afraid at all. The two of them were facing each other for a moment. Xiao Yan sat cross-legged on Bing Yuntu's back, looking at the battle between the two of them in a comfortable manner.

"Is that right... Then let me see if your 100,000 souls can crush me!" Wu Zhan gritted his teeth, and the hatred in his heart burst out. The long whip dissipated, the golden long bow condensed and his hands, and the bowstring burst out with a harsh sound boom.

Countless golden rains of arrows were facing the Soul King!

Each arrow feather contains immortal power. These tricks were used before when dealing with Xiao Yan, but when they were facing immortal body, it was different now. Wu Zhan's eyes flashed with absolute confidence.

The corners of the Soul King's mouth rose up, and then he raised his hand and countless souls poured out from his body, then roared towards Wu Zhan, and thousands of ghosts cried and howled. The scene was once extremely shocking.

The golden rain of arrows fell on these ghosts. The moment they touched them, they directly pierced them, and pierced them with one arrow, but some could withstand hundreds of arrow feathers.

Wu Zhan's golden sword rain was soon taken over by these ghosts. At the same time, it roared towards Wu Zhan again. As it approached Wu Zhan, ghosts holding weapons flew out, and fierce attacks surged from all directions!

But Wu Zhan was not at all soft-hearted. Facing the approaching ghost, the long whip appeared in his hand again. With the wiping of his wildly, he blocked countless roaring ghosts.

When his long whip was swinged, he could hear the painful roars of these ghosts. When he heard these sounds, Wu Zhan's heart was like a knife. All his friends and relatives were buried in the extremes of the abyss. These ghosts may not be them, but in Wu Zhan's heart, what's the difference between this and not.

Wu Zhan is not good at melee combat. Long whips and bows are both long-range combat, but they have very significant effects on group attacks. At least for a while, none of these ghosts can get close to Wu Zhan.

The Soul King's face gradually became gloomy. After all, its power directly comes from the soul. Such a charge caused it to lose a lot of souls in an instant, and it did not cause any damage to the Ukrainian Zhan.

When the soul king moved his mind, countless ghosts actually scattered and arranged in a very orderly manner.

"The Dead Death Formation!"

Countless ghosts surrounded Wu Zhan, and they actually set up a large formation with ghosts, completely covering Wu Zhan!
Chapter completed!