Chapter 295: Immortal Soul Battle Wei Mubai was horrified, at the same time...

Wei Mubai was horrified, and at the same time, he felt a little confused.

If the body was to be used to become a god, why would he use the blood of an ordinary cultivator like him to draw the meridian map? Wouldn't that defile this perfect body, lower its grade, and ultimately lead to failure?

Wei Mubai couldn't figure it out, but the situation before him didn't give him time to think about it. In order not to get involved in this horrific melee, he had to cheer up and be extremely careful.

These souls rushed towards the body on the throne, and in order to snatch it successfully, they began to devour each other, and those with equal strength bit each other.

As powerful as the soul of an immortal, it could suck in countless Mahayana cultivators’ souls with just one mouthful.

No matter how these Mahayana monks' souls resisted or tried to escape, they could not change their fate of becoming nourishment for other people's souls and could only wail in despair.

Those immortal souls were like chickens entering a meat grinder. Wherever they went, nothing was left, and all their souls were destroyed. The whole scene was both shocking and tragic.

Wei Mubai witnessed all this and was shocked beyond words.

As the souls of Mahayana cultivators decreased on a large scale, the souls of immortals became prominent. Hundreds of immortals confronted each other from a distance, each with a complicated expression, but all stood firmly in place, and no one was willing to retreat.

This is their only chance to survive and even become gods.

Among these souls, there is destined to be only one winner, and the others are just nourishment.

Therefore, they must have a battle, a fight to the death!

The air is filled with a heavy sense of solemnity and a dignified atmosphere, which is the calm before the storm. It will be ignited instantly at the first opportunity.

Suddenly, a dazzling light cut through the darkness, and an immortal took the lead in attacking. He was surrounded by brilliant immortal light, as dazzling as a small sun. With his hands spread out, countless runes condensed from the void and turned into spiritual chains, like a dragon soaring into the sky, sweeping towards the opponents around him.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, wherever the spirit chain passed, the souls that had no time to dodge were instantly entangled. The strange power emitted devoured their souls bit by bit, and eventually turned into nothingness.

This blow directly ignited the fuse.

The remaining souls no longer held back and each used their magical powers.

Some summoned ancient immortal artifacts, on which flowed the vicissitudes of time and endless power; some transformed themselves into the Tao, turning into the illusory power of rules; even worse, some directly burned the essence of their own souls in exchange for a surge in strength in a short period of time.

On the battlefield, light and shadow intertwined, and the aftermath of the collision between magic and supernatural powers caused the surrounding void to constantly distort and collapse, as if the entire world was about to be reconstructed.

But the strange thing is that this terrifying power was actually confined to the square.

The correct statement should be that within the formation formed by these stone pillars, not a single bit of power leaks out.

Wei Mubai watched from afar, as if he was watching a grand illusion. He could sense the terrifying strength of every soul in the illusion and how powerful the power they exerted was.

An immortal is an immortal, and the essence of life has changed. Even if a cultivator has reached the Mahayana stage, he is still fish on the chopping board. No matter how many Mahayana cultivators there are, they cannot leave even a single bit of him under the crazy meat grinder-like strangulation of the immortals.

Under such power, batches of souls turned into light points and dissipated.

But Wei Mubai noticed that those dissipated souls did not disappear, but were absorbed by the stone pillars unconsciously.

wrong!

Wei Mubai was suddenly startled, a chill penetrated from his spine to his heart, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He wanted to tell Xu Hui to leave immediately and stay away from here.

This method of extracting souls is extremely vicious. Not only does it extract the souls while the person is still alive and nurture them for thousands of years, it also encourages them to kill each other, dispersing the souls and transforming them into pure soul power to be collected again.

No wonder the formation of this underground palace is so strange, encompassing all the power.

Because no matter what means of attack these souls use, they are all souls in the final analysis. They all use the power of the soul. The weapons they use and the spells and magical powers they unleash are all condensed soul power.

All of this was absorbed by the stone pillar and provided to an ambitious person who was hiding in the dark, waiting to become a god.

There is one benefit to doing this, which is to shirk cause and effect.

Originally, the ancient god killed so many people and caused their souls to be scattered, including hundreds of immortals. This cause and effect was enough to cause him to die.

But he didn't know what he did to avoid the consequences of killing immortals and people.

He even made them kill each other and consume each other's souls, while he only collected the dissipated soul power. The cause and effect were not on him.

Good trick!

So vicious! So cruel!

Wei Mubai clenched his hands and secretly made up his mind that he must not let him succeed!

Looking up, he saw that the number of souls flying out of the stone pillars was getting fewer and fewer, but the battle on the field did not stop at all, but became more and more intense.

The souls of those immortals seemed to be bewitched by something, their eyes became increasingly empty, and they attacked without mercy.

Inflict the greatest damage to the enemy, and also consume your own soul with the greatest force.

They attacked and consumed each other, waiting for the outcome of mutual destruction and annihilation.

"Roar!" A deafening roar suddenly rang out, instantly waking up Wei Mubai who was lost in thought, and he hurriedly looked up.

I saw a demon immortal who awakened the ancient heritage in a fierce battle.

His body was tightly surrounded by circles of ancient and murderous patterns, which contained endless blood and killing, and exuded a majestic momentum of stopping killing with killing and shocking all things, which made people feel awe.

It seems that the ancestor of this immortal was a god of war who emerged from the ancient battlefield bathed in blood. He practiced endless killing, killing so much that the sky and the earth became dark and the sun and moon lost their light.

After awakening, he immediately released a vast murderous intent and challenged the combined forces of several powerful men of the same level. He was unstoppable and no one could stop him wherever he went.

He tightly grasped a giant axe that was radiating blood-red light. With smooth and powerful movements, he swung it with unstoppable force, carrying overwhelming power to chop at the enemy.

Wherever the axe light passed, the space seemed to be split in two by the sharp blade line. Any soul touched by it was tightly entangled by the thick murderous intent, and either evaporated into nothingness in an instant, or suffered serious damage, with its life hanging by a thread.

The souls felt threatened and joined forces, and the melee turned into a demon immortal fighting alone against everyone.

But this inheritance was truly powerful, and the terrifying murderous aura spread throughout the entire battlefield. As more and more souls perished under the blood axe, the murderous aura grew stronger and expanded wantonly, as if it wanted to firmly control the souls of all living beings.

In the sky, colorful lights shine brightly against each other, and spells and magical powers are intertwined like gorgeous fireworks. However, hidden beneath this splendor are dangers and endless killings.

Souls, one after another, disappeared under the ruthless blows of the Blood Axe.

However, in this cruel battlefield, there is no eternal winner.

Even the most powerful being could suffer a fatal defeat in the next second.

After reaping the fifty-fourth soul, the blood axe finally exhausted all its strength and turned into a scarlet blood mist.

The demon immortal let out a shrill howl, and his soul was ruthlessly torn into countless pieces under the impact of the overly strong murderous aura. This was the consequence of the backlash of excessive murderous aura.

After the demon immortals disappeared, the uncontrolled murderous aura seemed to have self-awareness and began to frantically kill the remaining souls, dragging them into it one by one.

Only blood mist rolled, and roars of pain and despair rose one after another. In just the blink of an eye, all souls turned into nothingness.

As all the objects that could be killed disappeared, an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility quietly overflowed from the cracks in the ground, like the warm sunshine in spring, gently brushing every inch of land.

This breath contains endless tranquility and peace, as if it can wash away all the killing and blood in the world.

Wei Mubai closed his eyes slightly, as if he was in a dreamlike world. There was the lingering Buddhist sound in his ears, and it seemed like the sound of preaching from the ninth heaven. The sound was ethereal and distant, and it struck the depths of his soul.

The tip of your nose is filled with the fragrance of flowers under the breeze and bright moon, which is fresh and elegant, making you feel relaxed and happy.

The breeze blows gently, carrying the rhythm of nature, as if the whole world becomes gentle and peaceful at this moment.

He was completely immersed in this peace and tranquility, his body and mind free from the constraints of the world, and he felt like he was floating in the air.

He felt an unprecedented peace and contentment, forgetting all his worries and sorrows, and also forgetting his own purpose.

His face became unusually peaceful, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, as if he was immersed in a sweet dream.

The body leans naturally against a stone pillar, peaceful and serene.

The spiritual power in the body slowly dissipated like morning mist, and the broken soul seemed to float out with it. After spinning aimlessly in the air for a circle, it was attracted by some mysterious power emitted by the stone pillar and slowly approached it, as if it was about to merge into it.

At this moment, a strange eye suddenly appeared in the air. It was neither human nor animal, and resembled the Eye of Heaven, but it lacked the justice and strictness of Heaven. Instead, it was filled with evil and arrogance filled with desires.

"Hey, it's a broken soul, shattered and rubbish! No, no, no!"

It seemed to be talking to itself neurotically, its eyes sometimes flashing red, and sometimes becoming blank and lifeless. It was obvious that its state was extremely unstable.

Before he finished speaking, an invisible giant hand suddenly appeared and tightly grasped the broken soul, as if to crush it in an instant.

However, at the last moment when the power was about to be released, the hand suddenly stopped.

It held the broken soul and slowly approached the strange eye. It blinked in confusion, then revealed a strange smile, "So that's it, it's you."

Before he finished speaking, a big mouth suddenly opened under his eyes, and without any hesitation, it swallowed the broken soul whole.