"This... well, I'm doing this kind of thing." Wu Zhan smiled bitterly, and after an arrow shot out, it exploded with a bang, and countless figures exploded. Then he moved his body and pulled away from the sky above Xuanlei Island.

Just when Wu Zhan moved his body and was about to plunder, with his strength, no matter how many of these figures were, it was difficult to stop him. However, at this moment, suddenly, black iron locks surged out from countless caves.

Wu Zhan's body stopped and was shocked. Then he lowered his head and saw that the black iron lock locked his ankle tightly. Wu Zhan said nothing, and the immortal power emerged on his fingers. With a wave of his hand, he cut off the black iron lock.

Wu Zhan did not hesitate anymore, and his body quickly rushed out of Xuanlei Island. If it were the strength of the God of Fighting, he would probably not be able to get out of it. So it is not surprising that there were tens of thousands of people on this Xuanlei Island. I think a large part of them had mistakenly entered it, but they did not get out of it at all.

After leaving Xuanlei Island, Xiao Yan looked back at the island with a complicated expression. He didn't know what Xuanlei Island had experienced, but it turned into a purgatory on earth.

"Everyone here... has no soul..." Wu Zhan was silent.

"This island is an altar." At the same time, Xiao Yan's voice came into Wu Zhan's ears.

"Altar?!" Wu Zhan looked at Xiao Yan in surprise. There were tens of thousands of people on Xuanlei Island. Who could arrange such a large altar?

"And it seems that there is more than one altar." Xiao Yan also looked thoughtful, thinking about why he arranged the soul sacrifice of Ten Thousand People.

"Catch those people behind you and ask."

When Wu Zhan was also very confused and shocked, Xiao Yan said. Wu Zhan nodded slightly, and his eyes suddenly looked in the direction guided by Xiao Yan. Several figures in the thick fog were shocked and pulled away and fled quickly.

However, in front of Wu Zhan, their escape had no meaning. Wu Zhan took a fierce move and instantly wiped out two of them. The man in the lead broke out in cold sweat, and only he stopped immediately.

He knelt down at Wu Zhan and bowed his head without saying a word.

As for the other people who escaped, without exception, the golden whip swept over and wiped them out in an instant, leaving only the man who knelt down and bowed his head and trembled all over.

"No...immortal!!"

At this moment, the man realized that his previous guess was completely wrong. Only the immortal strong man possessed this kind of pressure.

Wu Zhan waved his hand and several rings appeared in his hands. With the lessons of the past, Wu Zhan was particularly careful when he wiped everyone out. He did not destroy their rings, otherwise he would be nagged by Xiao Yan again.

Immediately, Wu Zhan looked at the man, stretched out his hand, grabbed the man and came to Xiao Yan.

"Who sent you to follow me?" Wu Zhan asked with a scream, and a big cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead.

"No... no one sent us, we are just people who are surviving in the extremes of the abyss. They are all helpless actions." The man lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

"There are scarce resources in the abyss poles?" Xiao Yan asked.

Whether it was this man or a few people he met before, Xiao Yan found that the source energy on them was not scarce. Logically speaking, if there was enough source energy, his life would not be threatened.

But since there is energy and life is not threatening, why do they still take such risks? They are hunting like hunters in the thick fog?

"It seems that this is the first time I have entered this abyss pole. There is no shortage of source energy in this abyss pole, and it can even be said to be excessive." The man replied.

"Then why do you still do this?" Xiao Yan didn't know their specific purpose, but he could clearly feel it when he was following him, and he exuded a strong murderous aura. His target was to kill them.

"Soul-Devouring Clan..." Wu Zhan seemed to think of something and murmured.

The man looked at Wu Zhan, gritted his teeth, and nodded heavily.

"Everyone must hand over a soul to fight within a hundred years, otherwise... otherwise we can only sacrifice our souls."

"KaKaKa~~"

At this moment, a slight sound came from the distant end of the thick fog. Wu Zhan and the man's face changed when they heard the sound.

"Here...run, they are here!!"

The man's eyes trembled immediately, and the fear on his face seemed to be even more scared than seeing Wu Zhan. His body retreated repeatedly and completely suppressed his breath.

"Don't dissipate the power of the soul. The stronger the power of the soul, the more they can perceive it!" Wu Zhan said immediately, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, and immediately restrained his soul power and looked at the sound.

I saw a huge black shadow appearing in the thick fog. This was a huge scorpion, and the tiny screams came from its mouth.

It is black all over, with eight eyes, two giant pliers waving. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is its stinger tail.

But what really made Xiao Yan's eyes shrink slightly was a figure standing on the scorpion's head. When he saw this figure, Xiao Yan was surprised.

"Spirit Ghost?" Xiao Yan murmured. Although the distance was far, his white eyes were still noticeable.

The huge poisonous scorpion hovered over Xuanlei Island. The figure above its head flew out and floated above Xuanlei Island. Tens of thousands of people crawled and kept kneeling and worshiping at it.

I saw him opening his mouth slightly, and countless souls flew out from the Xuanlei Island, gathered towards it, and then swallowed by it.

The figure frowned suddenly, as if he was disgusting that the number of souls was too small, and his face showed displeasure.

"Can you make a sacrifice?"

At this moment, the figure slowly turned his head, and his eyes suddenly looked at the thick fog where Xiao Yan and others were. The eyes without pupils made Xiao Yan's fist tighten slightly.

This soul-devouring clan is probably no different from the Heavenly Mansion. Their power comes from the soul-devouring spirit. There is no soul in itself, but is composed of countless souls.

"Soul Lord, I have sacrificed the soul of the God of Fighting within the deadline." At this moment, the man knelt on the void, lowered his head tightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Not enough... the soul is far from enough. It will be changed to 50 years of sacrifice to a soul, otherwise... die!" The figure spoke in an ethereal voice, and it seemed that there were countless sounds in its voice, which didn't sound like a person said it.

"Where are you waiting?" The figure's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick fog and fell on Xiao Yan and Wu Zhan.

Just as Wu Zhan was about to speak, Xiao Yan said first.

"We have sacrificed too."

Xiao Yan lowered his head, and his forehead immediately started to sweat, which made Wu Zhan who was standing beside him completely stunned. At this moment, Xiao Yan lowered his head and blinked at Wu Zhan frantically.
Chapter completed!