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Chapter 564: The Collision between "Dark Soul Destruction" and "Red Soul Sky Sword"

The pale golden spiritual energy surrounding Ling Ye was like the light of dawn, making his figure even more resolute.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, with a hint of nonchalance, but his eyes were full of sharp insight, staring at Pu Chuang.

Pu Chuang was like a madman, his hair flying wildly, like a mad snake that had broken free from its restraints. His face was purple, his teeth were clenched so hard that they were about to burst, every muscle was trembling ferociously, and his hands were waving wildly in front of him, trying to hold back the "Eclipse Spirit Illusion Formation" that was about to collapse.

The light of the formation flickered, like a candle in the wind, but it was also filled with the madness of a sure-fire destruction.

Ling Ye thought to himself: Spirit Clan, I had no intention of offending you, but your representative acted so despicablely that he really brought himself to a dead end.

This dispute was clearly a road to his own destruction.

"Pu Chuang, your tricks are not good enough." Ling Ye spoke, his voice was low and mellow, wrapped in spiritual power, penetrating the noise of the battlefield, and every word hit everyone's heart.

That tone was full of undisguised contempt.

Pu Chuang raised his head suddenly, the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to set the world on fire: "Ling Ye, don't be so complacent! Today is the day you die!" Before he finished speaking, he danced his hands faster, and beams of spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips, trying to reinforce the crumbling formation.

Ling Ye's expression suddenly froze. He knew very well that Pu Chuang had fallen into madness, and the next attack would definitely be more fierce and brutal.

At that moment, he secretly circulated his spiritual power, and the spiritual power in his body was like a surging river, surging and turbulent. The light around him became more and more dazzling, as if it could dispel the darkness around it.

His legs were slightly bent, his body tense as a bow, ready to meet the coming violent attack.

At this moment, Liu Miao, who had been hiding behind the Lingqi tree, suddenly felt a heat in his palms.

She looked down subconsciously, and saw that the originally warm surface of the Lingqi Wood was now emitting a soft glow, just like the first ray of light in the morning, carrying a mysterious and warm breath.

Then, strands of light golden silk-like power, like agile elves, lightly escaped from the spirit tree and happily wrapped around her fingertips.

These forces leaped and swirled in her palms, and each movement carried an urgent and mysterious rhythm, as if they were desperately conveying some important information about life and death to her.

Liu Miao was suddenly shocked. She had never felt such a strange and powerful power.

Her heart was beating violently in her chest, like a rapid war drum, and every beat made her uneasy.

Her breathing also became rapid. She subconsciously raised her head and looked at Ling Ye in panic, her eyes full of helplessness and plea for help.

The corner of Ling Ye's eye swept across like a sharp arrow, and instantly caught the flash of panic in Liu Miao's eyes.

His heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

His eyes were like a falcon, instantly locking onto the glowing Lingqi Secret Tree beside Liu Miao.

For Ling Ye, as a descendant of the Greedy Clan, this bloodline inheritance is a heavy constraint rather than a symbol of glory.

Since childhood, the cold and biting teachings of his ancestors were like an invisible prison, locking up his yearning for freedom and causing him to be full of resistance to this blood deep in his heart.

At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed tightly on the Lingqi Secret Tree that was emitting a soft glow.

The secret tree trembled slightly, as if it was whispering ancient secret words, sending a mysterious call to him. In an instant, a hot and firm intuition surged into Ling Ye's mind: this secret tree must be the key to breaking the current desperate situation.

At the same time, he clearly felt that the blood power of the Greedy Clan, which had been hidden in his body for a long time, like a sleeping ancient ferocious beast, was suddenly awakened by a mysterious force.

This power began to surge restlessly, creating a strange and close resonance with the Lingqi Secret Tree, as if the two were a match made in heaven.

Yazhi was both surprised and happy. He was surprised by the sense of uncontrollability brought about by this unknown force, as if he had stepped into a dangerous situation that could collapse at any time; but he was happy because he might finally be able to break free from the shackles of fate and find his true self.

Pu Chuang appeared, surrounded by a rolling aura of chaos, like a demon descending to the earth.

He suddenly raised his head and roared, the sound waves rolling towards Lingye like surging waves, shaking the air around him and making it buzz: "Lingye, today is your end!"

As he shouted, he tensed the muscles in his arms, raised high the Erosion Spirit Illusion Array that emitted a strange black light, and smashed it down at Ling Ye with all his strength.

The illusion array was accompanied by a whistling sound of wind. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be corroded by black cracks. The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be madly swallowed and stirred by an invisible vortex, giving off a smell of decay and failure.

Chaotic energy surged around Pu Chuang, and he raised his head and shouted, "Ling Ye, die!" The voice seemed to be real, carrying endless resentment, and caused ripples in the surrounding space.

The muscles in his arms were tense, and his veins were like intertwined tree roots. He used all his strength to lift the "Dark Destruction Spiritual Pivot" that he had finally assembled above his head.

This evil formation exudes a deep black light, and every line seems to have a living, surging destructive force. Wherever it goes, the space is like a broken mirror, with black cracks spreading wantonly. Spiritual energy is madly disrupted and devoured, and the air is filled with the smell of decay and despair.

Pu Chuang had only one firm thought in his mind: Ling Ye must not become an obstacle to his ascent to the top of the spiritual world, and he must be completely wiped out today.

When Ling Ye witnessed this scene, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He was well aware of Pu Chuang's viciousness and the horror of "Anmie Lingshu", but the faith in his heart was like a towering mountain, indestructible and he was not afraid at all.

He knew that there was no way to retreat in this battle, and the only way to survive was to give it a try.

In an instant, Ling Ye's aura soared into the sky, his leg muscles were tense to the point of cramping, and he kicked backwards suddenly. With a dull "bang", sand and gravel on the ground flew everywhere like shotgun.

At the same time, Ling Ye's chest heaved violently, and he shouted to the sky: "Pu Chuang, you are wishful thinking!" This roar seemed to be real, and it suppressed Pu Chuang's voice.

Ling Yaqi quickly calculated in his mind and must find a way to break the formation as soon as possible.

As he roared, the spiritual energy around him surged like a raging tide, and his hands danced quickly like a phantom, instantly forming the "Spiritual Breath Seal".

In the blink of an eye, a layer of dark blue shield condensed in front of him. The runes on the shield flickered and jumped, as if whispering ancient protective secret words.

Then, Ling Ye took a deep breath, and his spiritual power quickly gathered in his palm, which in the blink of an eye turned into a "Chi Ling Xiao Sword" that flashed with a cold light.

His eyes were as firm as the abyss. He stomped his feet hard on the ground and rushed towards the Dark Spiritual Pivot like an arrow from a bow. He raised the sword high in his hand and shouted, "See how you can resist!"

With an indomitable momentum, he slashed forward with all his might, and the sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp and piercing whistle.

The moment the "Anmie Lingshu" collided with the "Chilingxiao Sword", a dazzling light burst out, and black and blue spiritual energy turbulence overflowed wildly.