Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

"boom!"

Blood light exploded, and Chen Mo walked straight through the blood light. Looking back, the blood light had disappeared, and three feet away from the original position, blood light emerged out of thin air and condensed into a figure, which was "Ning He".

"What a quick reaction speed!" Chen Mo's face froze.

"It's you!"

Chen Mo had a great reputation, and Ning He knew him and understood him a little, but he was not afraid of him at all, nor did he care about his identity and background. With a cold light in his eyes, he said, "You are just a third realm master, and you dare to meddle in other people's business? Then you should stay here."

He stomped his foot in the air, and blood-colored spiritual power filled with blood smell burst out from his body, violent and fanatical. His body turned into a ray of blood light and shot out, leaving a trail of blood spots in the air, but his shape could not be seen. In just a few breaths, he appeared behind Chen Mo, his palm was red, and he slapped him down.

"Be careful." A surprised shout came.

"Dragon Step."

Chen Mo naturally sensed something and did not dare to delay at all, and quickly performed the Dragon Step.

His figure became a little blurry and could not be seen. The palm wind whistled down and actually brushed past his body.

"Boom."

The air exploded, and bloody and evil energy filled the air, carrying a corrosive scent.

"Ning He" had rich experience in fighting. Even though his palm missed, he remained calm. His body was like a thorn in the flesh, following closely. When he got close, he slapped Chen Mo's face again.

But at this moment, heaven and earth suddenly became silent.

The air around Chen Mo rose rapidly, and a distorted and hazy feeling appeared. A faint golden-red halo shone from his body, like a volcano about to erupt. Behind him, in the void, a pair of huge and gorgeous phoenix wings made of pure flames appeared faintly, flapping slowly. Every flap brought up invisible sound wave ripples, and the heaven and earth emitted a low hum.

In an instant, Chen Mo's throat seemed to have turned into a miniature stellar furnace, with light shining through his body, illuminating his neck with a red gold color.

"not good."

"Ning He"'s expression changed drastically, and he quickly stopped. At the same time, blood was all over his body. He wanted to dodge with the same trick, but at this moment, Chen Mo had already slightly opened his lips. He was not making an ordinary sound, but releasing the "sound wave" that was compressed to the extreme in his throat in an extremely mysterious way that matched the rhythm of the Tao.

An invisible, yet extremely condensed, penetrating phoenix cry roared out from Chen Mo's mouth. When it first left his mouth, the sound was so sharp that it exceeded the limit of human ears. It was a high-frequency, highly penetrating "hiss", like a red-hot blade cutting through space. As it flew, the sound quickly turned into a majestic, high-pitched "cry" full of destructive will.

The void ahead suddenly began to spread with invisible sound ripples. In the center of each ripple, an invisible ancient phoenix pattern emerged.

"Ning He" was too close, and only three of the nine phoenix sounds bloomed. The remaining ones directly penetrated the blood light around "Ning He" and rushed into the opponent's brows. The remaining six phoenix sounds that had not yet bloomed exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness layer by layer, and turned into countless fine, rapidly rotating golden-red "sound wave feathers", like the sky full of flaming feathers that the Divine Phoenix shook off in anger, shooting indiscriminately in all directions in a fan shape.

Just when it was about to devour Ning He's soul, a blood shield that was extremely sticky protected its soul.

Although Ning He's soul was protected, the sharp phoenix sound had exploded in all directions of his sea of ​​consciousness. Amid the grand, noisy "boom" that sounded as if billions of fire phoenixes were screaming at the same time, Ning He seemed to be disturbed and fixed in mid-air.

Jing Chan, who had been given a chance to catch her breath, would not stand idly by. She looked coldly at the bloody figure, quickly stretched out her jade finger, and lightly tapped the air.

"Boom!"

A seemingly ordinary, but extremely condensed white light, as thin as a hair, shot out from his fingertips, full of murderous aura. Wherever the light passed, the air was instantly distorted, leaving a burning light trail. In the blink of an eye, the blood light around "Ninghe" was torn apart and released on him. "Ninghe", who was defending his soul, was attacked by a powerful spiritual power. His body was affected, and his soul was also lost. A crack appeared in his blood shield, and the phoenix sound penetrated and affected his soul.

"Ning He" was hit hard and flew backwards, coughing up blood. His spirit was weak, his face was pale, and there was a dim bloody glow all over his body.

"Swish."

Chen Mo and Jing Chan did not communicate with each other verbally, but at this moment they had a tacit understanding. They turned into rainbow light and rushed towards "Ninghe" from the left and right.

"Ten Thousand Soul Banners!"

A beam of blood shot out from the center of Ning He's eyebrows and turned into a black and red soul flag, emitting black smoke.

This is a powerful magic weapon that can be used both spiritually and spiritually. It was this magic weapon that protected Ning He's soul just now, preventing him from being killed instantly by Chen Mo's Phoenix Sound as soon as they met.

"Buzz!"

When the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was cast, the space seemed to vibrate. Invisible ripples spread out under the banner. Several soul slaves emerged from the black smoke with their fangs and claws bared, and pounced towards the two of them.

Chen Mo and Jing Chan paused, then were stopped by the soul slaves and started fighting.

The seriously injured "Ning He" turned around and fled without any hesitation.

When Chen Mo dealt with the soul slave in front of him, "Ning He" had disappeared without a trace.

Chen Mo frowned and noticed the sound of fighting beside him. He turned his head and saw that the battle between Jingchan and Hunnu was not over yet.

Chen Mo summoned the Linghuang Sword and slashed forward with a beam of sword light.

"don't want."

As soon as Jingchan finished speaking, the soul slave who was fighting with her was chopped into pieces by the sword light.

"Junior sister." Jing Chan's pupils shrank slightly. She was horrified to see her junior sister who had been refined into a soul slave disappearing in her sight. She lowered her head in frustration. After a moment of being absent-minded, she thought of something and hurriedly flew towards a certain direction below.

Sure enough, when she landed, she saw only a ragged corpse that had turned into a mummy.

Judging from the various characteristics of the mummy, it is undoubtedly her junior sister Yurong, but she has been killed.

"Junior sister."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that the person just now was your junior sister." Chen Mo's voice came from behind.

Jingchan shook her head. She collected the body of her junior sister. A trace of sadness appeared on her fair and attractive face. She said in a clear voice: "It's not your fault. The soul of my junior sister has been refined into a soul slave. She can't be saved. Just now, I just couldn't do it."

After saying that, she calmed down, turned around, stood up and bowed to Chen Mo: "I haven't thanked you for your help yet, it's really rude." (End of this chapter)