Extraordinary Perspective

Chapter 1787 1792 Kill yourself!Midnight

Qian Huan Sheng Sheng had a close contact with Kushou, which made Qian Huan Sheng Sheng feel creepy.

He immediately used his strength to shake off the withered hand, but no matter what kind of attack fell on the withered hand, it still grabbed him firmly and kept pulling back.

Seeing that the dry hand was about to pull him into the door of light, the Thousand Illusionary Saint felt a little hairy in his heart, and immediately realized that once he was pulled into it, it would definitely be a bad thing.

"You go down!"

Thousand Fantasy Saints attacked with all kinds of soul power, but all were useless.

"Damn!"

He now regrets that his soul has left his body. If he used his physical strength, he might be able to deal with this withered hand. However, at this time, he cannot return to his physical body, let alone unleash a physical attack.

With the pull of the dry hand, the Thousand Illusion Saint resisted fiercely, but the effect was not great, and he was still approaching the gate of the six paths.

"I am a majestic saint, how could I not be able to get rid of the means of a warrior in the Ruins Realm? Impossible!" Saint Qianhuan's eyes widened, unable to accept the fact that he could not shake off his dry hands.

The Gate of the Six Paths is close in front of you, and 1 people in Thousand Illusion Saints don't want to believe it, but as a saint, the vigilance in his heart tells him that once he enters the gate in front of him, he will definitely die.

"I, Qianhuan, will not die here, let alone at the hands of a warrior who is not as strong as me." Saint Qianhuan struggled desperately, but his body was still moving slowly, approaching the gate of the six paths.

Seeing Saint Thousand Illusions being caught by withered hands, Ye Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. At the last moment, he finally relied on the Gate of Six Paths to win the counterattack. Knowing that, the Thousand Illusionary Saint is afraid that he will be doomed, and he will be broken at the gate of the Six Paths.

In order to save his life and turn defeat into victory, Ye Qiu could be said to have put all his cards in his hands. He took out all the trump cards he could, and finally succeeded against his will, making the withered hands in the Gate of Six Paths capture Thousand Illusionary Saints.

As long as the soul body is grasped, it will be difficult for the Thousand Illusion Saint to survive.

Ye Qiu's soul body was much dimmer, watching quietly from a distance, no matter how the Qianhuan Sheng struggled, it would be useless.

Seeing that he was about to enter the Gate of the Six Paths, Saint Qianhuan made a move that shocked even Ye Qiu.

At this moment, the Thousand Illusionary Saint turned his palm into a knife, and directly cut off the leg that was held by the withered hand, so that the withered hand pulled only one soul leg into the gate of the six paths.

Taking advantage of this time, the soul of the Thousand Illusion Saint lost a leg, and quickly used the power of the soul to create another leg.

For this, he spent a lot of soul power, and his aura dropped directly.

Swish.

The Thousand Illusionary Saint got rid of his withered hand, and shot his eyes at Ye Qiu again. I don't know how long it will take to replenish the consumption of soul power, especially for him at present, the soul power is insufficient, and hitting the heavens is simply an extravagant hope. .

"It's all caused by you, and I lost so much soul power." Saint Qianhuan wished he could swallow Ye Qiu alive. Cut off a leg.

The Thousand Illusionary Saint is about to attack again, directly killing Ye Qiu's soul body.

At this time, Ye Qiu's soul consumption was no less than his, especially when he had punched him before, which almost broke Ye Qiu's soul body.

Ye Qiu felt awe in his heart. If his current state of soul was to fight against the Thousand Illusionary Saint, he would definitely suffer a disadvantage. Ye Qiu's soul immediately returned to his body, and then activated the gate of the six paths again.

Before the soul of the Thousand Illusion Saint came close, the withered hand appeared again, making the Thousand Illusion Saint hard to guard against. Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu used this trick again.

"Damn!"

What the dry hand grabbed was not a leg this time, but an arm of the Thousand Illusionary Saint, and pulled it towards the Gate of the Six Paths again.

The Thousand Illusionary Saint hesitated for a moment, then cut himself off again, and his soul power dropped again immediately.

When Thousand Illusion Saint's soul power regenerated a new arm, the withered hand reappeared.

Again!

Saint Thousand Illusion is so angry that his teeth itch, isn't it endless, does he use a trick every time if he succeeds with one move?

Ye Qiu doesn't care about these things, a new trick, eats all over the world, right now only the Gate of the Six Paths is a threat to Saint Thousand Illusion, except for this trick, he has no other choice but to activate the Gate of the Six Paths repeatedly.

For this reason, the Thousand Illusionary Saint had no choice but to slash himself continuously. In the end, his soul power was already about the same as Ye Qiu's. He no longer released light and became gray and colorless. Obviously, he had reached a weak level.

"Ye Fantian, I have to admit that you have threatened me. This move of yours is also very powerful, but you must consume a lot of strength to perform this move."

"You can't cast it all the time."

Saint Qianhuan couldn't avoid the withered hand, so he could only cut himself off. His soul power dropped again and again. Later, Saint Qianhuan also noticed that Ye Qiu's face was gradually turning pale, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. He must have used the Gate of the Six Paths to consume huge.

Saint Qian Huan guessed right, in order to kill Saint Qian Huan, just now, Ye Qiu used the Gate of Six Paths no less than five times, which was already his limit.

At this time, in Ye Qiu's dantian, the black flame dan body lost its luster, and its strength was almost exhausted.

"What's the matter? Did I hit the mark?" Seeing Ye Qiu's expression, Qianhuan Sheng knew that he had guessed correctly. How can a low-level warrior surpass me, a saint."

Seeing the sudden smug look of Qianhuan Saint, Ye Qiu said, "You're right, I really don't have the strength to perform it right now, but don't think that victory belongs to you, don't forget, my other identity is alchemy division."

"Do you know what distinguishes alchemists from warriors?"

Ye Qiu smiled, and the face of the Thousand Illusion Saint became stiff, because at some point in Ye Qiu's hand there was a black pill bottle, coupled with Ye Qiu's words, how could the Thousand Illusion Saint not guess that it contained a pill Woolen cloth.

Ye Qiu opened the pill bottle without hesitation, swallowed all the pills inside, and quickly absorbed the energy of the pills to restore his strength.

"Damn it." Seeing Ye Qiu's strength recovering rapidly, Saint Qianhuan's face turned dark, and he immediately returned his soul body to his physical body, so he couldn't continue to wander, otherwise he would be caught by withered hands next time.

"I won't give you a chance to take out that trick again." Saint Qianhuan killed Ye Qiu without giving Ye Qiu time to fully recover.

Ye Qiu is absorbing the power of the elixir, how can he fight against Qianhuan Saint, not to mention that he is not the opponent of Qianhuan Saint, once he fights, he will be dangerous.

Ye Qiu flashed into the distance and came to the back of a boulder. This was a boulder piled up not far from the entrance of the Danshenzong Valley. Ye Qiu took out the Taihuang Bell and covered it with the Taihuang Bell while he was behind the boulder. himself, to avoid the pursuit of the Thousand Illusionary Saint.

When Saint Qian Huan came after him, Ye Qiu was nowhere to be found, and he punched the huge boulder in front of him into slag.

"Ye Fantian, come out!" Saint Qianhuan couldn't help roaring angrily.

(End of this chapter)