It turned out that the rolling evil aura fluctuations in this ancient battlefield, mixed with the surging battle aura, had been completely transmitted to the outside, causing huge abnormal movements.
The world outside was shaking violently, and it seemed that countless strong people were shouting and roaring above the nine heavens, and the sound of fighting and killing was shocking, which was shocking.
On the battlefield, the hideous face noticed this scene, and his face changed slightly. He hurriedly closed the stone gate to block the flow of breath.
After all, there are many experts from outside. If there are any powerful people who are against the will of heaven and step into this world, then he will be in danger.
Unfortunately, the fluctuations of the evil spirit war flow have already spread to the outside world, and the heaven and earth are moving violently. Many powerful people in the divine kingdom have captured this scene.
The Heavenly Dao Palace, deep in the Chongguang Shenxia Palace.
Xuanyuan Moxiezheng sat cross-legged in the hall, silently regulating his breathing and healing his wounds. When he noticed the wave of the war, he suddenly opened his eyes and showed a hint of surprise.
"What a strong fighting spirit breath!"
He looked out the window, and the dark clouds in the distance were surging, as if a stunning aura was brewing.
"Has the ancient war soul been born?"
Almost instantly, Xuanyuan Moxie sensed that this was the aura of the ancient war soul, gathering the souls of countless ancient strong men and possessing extremely abundant energy.
"If I can refine the ancient war soul, my injuries will be recovered instantly!"
A fierce look appeared in Xuanyuan Moxie's eyes.
The aura of the ancient war soul is extremely majestic. If it can be absorbed, his injuries can be healed instantly, and his cultivation level may also be broken through.
"Xuanwu, come and meet you quickly!"
As his eyes turned, Xuanyuan Moxie made a decision in his heart.
Step, step, step.
After he finished speaking, a man emitting Hongmeng's precious light all over his body quickly stepped into the hall. It was Chen Xuanwu.
"Mr. Palace Master, what are your instructions?"
Chen Xuanwu bowed and asked.
"It seems that an ancient war soul is born in the Realm City. You and Jiuyouhu go and see it, find a way to seize the war soul and bring it back to me!"
Xuanyuan Moxie's tone was solemn. The ancient war soul was born, and there must be some sense in the other side of the Nether Palace.
He must act quickly and conquer the battle soul in front of Mo Xueming.
This ancient war soul has so powerful energy. Whether it is him or Mo Xueming, whoever gets it or whoever has the injury will recover instantly!
In other words, whoever can grab the ancient war soul will be in a superior position in the subsequent battle!
"Sir, you...you are injured. Jiuyouhu should stay and take care of you. I'll just go alone."
Chen Xuanwu whispered that Xuanyuan Moxie's injuries have not recovered yet. If no one protects him, the consequences will be unimaginable if an accident occurs.
"Don't worry, I have the power soldiers in my hand, no one can hurt me. You can go quickly and don't let the Nether Palace take the lead!"
While Xuanyuan Moxie was speaking, he drew out a sword.
This sword is full of murderous aura, full of extremely terrifying murderous aura, and has a trace of the secret of the source path. It is the head of the legendary "Four Swords of Zhuxian", the Zhuxian Sword!
Although Xuanyuan Moxie has not yet completely controlled this sword of Zhuxian, he can already exert some murderous aura, which is enough to fight against sudden accidents.
The ancient war soul is so valuable that he is determined to win. Chen Xuanwu alone may not be able to rob the Ming Palace, so he wants to send Jiuyouhu out too.
"Yes, sir, I'll set out right away."
Chen Xuanwu agreed and immediately walked out of the hall.
Outside the hall, under a giant tree, a mighty and arrogant figure stood.
It was a gray-haired old man, but his eyebrows were sharp and he could not see his aging look. He had tiger whiskers on his cheeks and a huge pen on his back.
This old man is Jiuyouhu.
The seals of Gu Hanlin and Su Ruoxi were lifted, and his aura gradually recovered. He could evolve into a human form, full of demonic aura, and his cultivation was very powerful. He reached the middle stage of the Holy Ancestor Realm, and was even more ferocious than Chen Xuanwu.
The huge pen behind him is the magic weapon of Emperor Yiwen in the past, the Qingtian Emperor's pen.
After Emperor Yiwen died, the Qingtian Emperor's pen fell in the Heavenly Dao Palace, and Xuanyuan Moxie rewarded him.
"Mr. Jiuyouhu, the ancient war soul was born. The palace master told us to go and collect it together."
Chen Xuanwu bowed his hand and dared not get too close to Jiuyouhu.
After all, Jiuyouhu is an ancient demon and a master of the ten evil spirits in ancient times. He is very terrifying.
Although his seal had been lifted, he did not surrender to Xuanyuan Moxie.
However, Xuanyuan Moxie used some tricks and deliberately confused him. His current spirit is very unstable, and his memory has not been fully restored. He is at risk of biting back at any time.
"oh."
Jiuyouhu listened to Chen Xuanwu's words and responded lightly, his eyebrows tightened, and he looked worried. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Let's go."
Chen Xuanwu didn't dare to say too much. If he wanted to completely conquer Jiuyouhu, he would not resist unless he could seize the ancient battle soul and completely restore Xuanyuan Moxie to his injuries. In this way, Xuanyuan Moxie could use his supreme pressure to suppress Jiuyouhu, and it would not be his turn to resist.
At that moment, the two of them kept tearing the void and heading straight for the realm city.
On the other side, the Palace of the Underworld is also brewing.
"The ancient war soul actually came out!"
Mo Xueming was in seclusion and realized the way of Shura Badao. Suddenly, he sensed the abnormal movement of heaven and earth, and suddenly showed a look of surprise.
His injuries were far from recovering. I don’t know when he would have to wait for a complete recovery.
However, this ancient war soul has extremely abundant spiritual energy that can heal his injuries.
"There must be someone from the Tiandao Palace!"
Mo Xueming gritted his teeth. The power of his Nether Palace is not as strong as the Heavenly Dao Palace. Since the end of the Master Killing Conference, it has been severely damaged.
Now he has no one available at hand, which is quite desolate.
But this ancient war soul is too valuable, so he must not give in.
Otherwise, once he was robbed by the Heavenly Dao Palace, Xuanyuan Moxie would use this to recover from his injuries, which would be the time when his Nether Palace was destroyed.
"Forget it, no matter what, you can't let the Heavenly Dao Palace succeed!"
Mo Xueming's eyes were decisive, and his qi and blood suddenly rolled around, and he evolved into a clone.
"go!"
He shouted, and the clone flew out and headed straight towards the boundary city.
"Puchi!"
After the clone left, Mo Xueming spitted out blood and his face turned pale.
The cultivation of the clone reached the middle stage of the Holy Ancestor realm, and he gathered it with all his true essence and blood.
His injuries had just recovered a little, and now he is so desperate that he vomits blood and suffers a serious backlash.
"I must grab this ancient war soul!!"
Mo Xueming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His situation is very miserable now. The foundation of the Nether Palace is seriously injured and he is still in a serious injury. If even the ancient war soul is snatched away by the Heavenly Dao Palace, then he will be finished!
Chapter completed!