Chapter 663: Zhou Moucao, who is concerned about the health of the enemy

"call!"
The skull opened its mouth and sprayed endless black mist.
The black mist has the ability to erode, and obviously the skull wants to erode the peripheral leaves.
It has a certain wisdom.
It is a trace of origin separated from wandering souls and spirits, with a trace of spiritual thought in it, and it can naturally understand what one is doing at the moment.
Faced with Zhou Ye's flood-like divine mind, the skull did not dare to care.
Zhou Ye's spirit level is not high, for it, the quality is very different.
Between Zhou Ye's spirit and its collision, it can make Zhou Ye understand what absolute crushing is.
Unfortunately, it is just a ray of origin.
So it doesn't dare to exaggerate.
The power contrast between Zhou Ye's peak state and a trace of its origin is very big.
Even if it is a fairyland spirit, with only a trace of origin, it is too difficult to compete with Zhou Ye's spirit.
If it is in Zhou Ye's mind, there is still hope of winning Zhou Ye, and it can succeed when Zhou Ye is not paying attention.
But at the moment it is inside the core of Prisoner Xiantu.
This venue is not Zhou Ye's home field, nor is it exactly its home field. From a certain point of view, the two are almost a fair match.
Thinking of his own situation, the origin of the wandering soul is a bit sad.
This has been a pit dug many years ago. It cannot contact the deity, and the power of the Prisoner Xiantu has been exhausted. It is an extravagant hope to steal some power for oneself.
And at this moment, the wandering soul feels Zhou Ye is very troublesome.
This is a piece of bone that is difficult to gnaw, or in other words, this thing is not a bone at all, it is especially refined profound iron.
Without the power of the Prisoner Xiantu to borrow, how can he chew the opponent?
The soul of the wandering soul slowly became melancholy in his heart.
The deity has left it here for many years.
If Prisoner Xiantu had a hundred years ago, no, thirty years of power, then the Wandering Soul Origin felt that he could suppress Zhou Ye in minutes.
As for now.
Stop making trouble, you will be shot out.
"boom!"
Zhou Ye's spiritual thought directly bombarded with the black mist spit out from the wandering soul.
The power of the soul of the wandering soul is very powerful, after all, it is the foundation of the soul.
The black mist it spit out did eat away a lot of Zhou Ye's soul power.
However, the origin of the wandering soul is only a trace, and there is not much power that can be stolen.
Moreover, it found that a situation that was not good for itself had happened.
Zhou Ye's soul power is so difficult to refine!
Damn it.
What is this?
The origin of the wandering soul is a bit dazed.
However, there is not much timidity in my heart.
It is just a trace of its origin. After belching, with the strength of the deity, it can be recuperated in a few months.
"Come on, what are you stupid?"
Zhou Ye was immediately dissatisfied.
He fought against the Nanxian Emperor who had been taken away, that is, he fought against that wandering soul.
However, due to the limitations of Emperor Nanxian's body, the wandering soul could not exert its own strength.
And because the soul and the body were not completely integrated, it was not convenient to attack Zhou Ye with his spiritual thoughts, because once that was done, the body of Emperor Nanxian might not be able to keep.
So no matter how you look at it, the wandering soul must escape from the body of Emperor Nanxian.
But after leaving, he will be backlashed again, very weak.
This also resulted in Zhou Ye having no chance to fight against the power of Wonderland at all.
This made him Zhou, very disappointed.
Looking at the wandering soul in front of him, Zhou Ye's smile became more nuclear.
It's hard to catch an existence with the power of a fairyland, even if it's just a trace of the origin of the soul, he Zhou must try to bully it today.
Not why.
Just want to experience the feeling of being beaten to death by the power of Wonderland.
However, Zhou Ye looked at the origin of the wandering soul in front of him.
It's really spicy enough, and even the power of Wonderland can't be exerted.
What is the use of this kind of soul source?
"I really want to refine you now."
Zhou Ye gave a grinning smile, like a bandit.
"I blew myself up here today, and you can't refine me either."
The Wandering Soul sneered, then opened his mouth wide, and layers of divine consciousness shocked attacks from his mouth.
In the core of Prisoner Xiantu, the attack of the wandering soul's origin is like a strong sound wave, layer after layer, forcibly turning the sound wave into a distorted zone.
"I have learned this trick."
Zhou Ye was immediately happy.
To be honest, this trick is really useless for me.
The soul source did not speak, his heart was solemn.
Zhou Ye easily escaped the shock of the divine consciousness, and then showed an inexplicable expression, saying: "Your deity has been burped by me. Why don't you stop struggling?"
Origin of the Wandering Soul was slightly startled, then shook his head fiercely.
"You fart, if the deity falls, I will fall too!"
The soul of the wandering soul understands that Zhou Ye just wants to stir up his nervous emotions.
But that is impossible.
The scene suddenly became a little stalemate.
Zhou Ye pondered for a long time, and finally said: "Then I will try my best to kill you, your deity will also be backlashed?"
"will not."
The origin of the wandering soul is firm.
Seeing it like this, Zhou Ye was immediately happy.
"Don't answer so quickly. It's better to tell less lies. If you lose a strand of hair when you tell a lie, you will become bald." Zhou Ye has already seen everything.
It's true that Zhou Ye is a Xiaobai who doesn't understand anything.
If it is said that the avatar split by the secret method will not be backlashed after death, Zhou Ye must believe that, after all, there are thousands of ways in the world, there are all things, there are only unexpected, nothing to find.
If this is the case, Zhou Ye would believe it directly.
but.
Haixian said very clearly that this one in front of him is the source of the soul of the wandering soul.
Divine Soul's origin is immortal. Apart from some pain when splitting the origin, this group has nothing to do in normal state.
But if the essence of the soul is gone.
The deity will be subject to a certain amount of backlash, and the degree of this backlash depends entirely on the strength of the soul source.
and so.
"I'm sure that if I kill you, your deity will definitely be backlashed. This time your deity has been battered by the separation of spirit and body. It is already very weak. If you kill you, will the backlash of your deity get worse?"
Zhou Ye asked with a smile.
He admitted that he is really so cheap.
But what can he do? It's really cool to do this.
Well, if you just want to find an excuse, it is that your mind is not doing it, but your mouth and hands are not letting go.
"you……!"
The origin of the wandering soul is terrifying.
If it was what Zhou Ye said, then the deity would be really dangerous.
"Hey, come on!"
Zhou Ye gave a grin.
"You, me, special..."
The soul of the wandering soul regressed at a loss, a little scared, to be precise, was fooled.
"Go and report to your deity!"
Zhou Ye's spiritual thoughts were condensed into essence, turned into a sharp sword of virtue, and slammed toward the origin of the wandering soul.
"Fight!"
The origin of the wandering soul roared.
It opened its mouth wide, and the hollow eye sockets of the skull, which were condensed into substance, made people feel engulfed.
"boom!"
The sword of virtue condensed by the spirit of mind destroyed the two front teeth of the skull, and continued to move forward like a broken bamboo.
"boom!"
A hole was punched out of the back of the head of the soul source by virtue sword.
"what!!!"
The origin of the wandering soul felt the pain.
It went crazy, dying to fight back, and even wanted to bite a piece of meat next week.
Zhou Ye's mind regressed.
"Come to sprinkle, come and hit me to sprinkle."
Zhou Ye beckoned towards the origin of the crazy wandering soul.
Bad behavior, it's hard to beat.
The origin of the wandering soul is really anxious.
"You angered me!"
The Wandering Soul Roared frantically and hit Zhou Ye with one head.
"After all, it's just a trace of origin, and the IQ that can be accommodated is really too small."
As Zhou Ye shook his head, Divine Mind cut out a black and white sword light, and lifted the heavenly spirit cover of the origin of the wandering soul.
"Boom!"
The origin of the wandering soul is broken and turned into nothingness.
At the same time, Zhou Ye saw a ray of black light flickering and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
outside world.
Haixian watched that ray of black light emerge from the prisoner's image.
Haixian stretched out his hand with a flat face, and the black light involuntarily fell into the palm of Haixian, like a small snake, constantly hitting Haixian's hand, struggling to escape.
"I grabbed it and pinched it to death, or what should I say?"
Haixian asked Zhou Ye Shennian in the prison immortal map.
"If it goes back, can it restore the strength of the deity?" Zhou Ye asked thoughtfully.
"Naturally not. In addition to some energy, it's just some memories." Haixian replied.
Zhou Ye's eyes lit up.
"Let go, let go, let go quickly."
Hearing the excitement in Zhou Ye's tone, Haixian was a little confused.
"Just let go?"
Some Haixian wanted to study the origin of this spirit.
It's not that they haven't studied before, but the main thing is that Haixian wants to review the previous knowledge.
"Then can you add a spell like the water mirror technique to it?"
Zhou Ye Shennian withdrew from the prison immortal map.
He didn't start to formally refine the Prisoner Xiantu, so he was not in a hurry for the time being, but asked Haixian excitedly.
"With my current strength, it is naturally possible, but if the opponent is too vigilant, he may be aware of it," Haixian said.
"It's okay, I'm curious to see it."
Zhou Ye said with a smile.
Haixian nodded lightly, then cast a spell on the black light, scanning carefully with divine mind many times, and found that it was well hidden, Haixian let the black light go.
Simultaneously.
Haixian flipped his right hand ~EbookFREE.me~A spray of water appeared on the palm of his hand, forming a water mirror in a flash.
Seeing the black light in the water mirror that is continuously increasing and hiding automatically, Zhou Ye suddenly said: "Can you bring the water mirror to that guy by then?"
"Are you trying to say hello to him?"
Haixian was surprised.
"Yeah, how can I say that everyone is an enemy? Isn't paying attention to the physical health of the enemy what a kind-hearted enemy should do?" Zhou Ye said naturally.
"..." Haixian.
It seems...that makes sense?
Haixian also didn't know what Zhou Ye wanted to do.
But look at Zhou Ye's mean smile.
She always felt that Zhou Ye's enemy might be really tired.