Chapter 214: Phantom Promenade

"Sword Spirit, continue to burn the soul of the soul, attack with all strength!"
Feeling that the sword spirits burned 50,000 pieces of the soul of the soul, the attack launched is about to run out, and Ye Chenfeng ordered him to burn the soul of the soul at any cost, and it is like a bamboo attack.
Under the continuous attack of the sword spirit, the soul-splitting attack, a thundering dragon intercepted by the whistle was opened by him, and a large number of thunder bursts sounded in the ancient array, shaking the soul of Ye Chenfeng. Trembling, a lot of blood flowed down their seven holes.
After about a fragrant time, Ye Chenfeng three people tore dozens of intercepted Thunder Dragons, appearing on the edge of the ancient array.
"Rumble!"
With a powerful Yu Wei, Jian Ling’s sword is on the forbidden light curtain on the edge of the ancient array. A large number of cracks cracked on the surface of the light curtain and spread rapidly around.
"The ruling of seven swords, cold!"
Ye Chenfeng saw that Jianling’s all-out sword did not break the forbidden light curtain. Jinpeng’s wings were fiercely fanned, and under the terrible space pressure, they flew into the air and rushed to the cracked curtain curtain. Out of the road sword mans.
"Boom!"
The chilling swordsman of the avenue's power has torn the gravity space, and a screaming thunder dragon is smashed, and a sword smashes the banned light curtain.
"Let's go!"
The forbidden light curtain was broken, and Jinpeng’s wings violently fanned. He swooped in the side of the moon, and put her in his arms. Together with Jian Ling, he passed the fast-healing injunction gap and successfully flew out. This ancient array of chilling powers entered a hall full of quaintness. .
"Huh, finally came out."
Thrillingly passing through the ancient array, Ye Chenfeng gasped and gasped, and his heart had just experienced.
But in order to get out of the ancient array, Jian Lingyi consumed nearly 200,000 pieces of Chinese soul crystal, and Ye Chenfeng also burned 50 years of life, which was not expected by Ye Chenfeng.
"I thought that nearly one million pieces of Chinese soul crystals are enough to support the consumption of the sword, but now I have just entered the inner government, and I have consumed nearly 400,000 pieces of the soul of the medium. According to this development, I am The middle-aged soul crystal of Huai’s will soon be exhausted.

Ye Chenfeng has added 300,000 pieces of Chinese soul to the body of Jian Ling, and some of his distressed muttered to himself.
"Nice, let's move on."
Ye Chenfeng guessed that the internal government ban could not intercept the mysterious turtle king. In order to avoid being caught up by them, Ye Chenfeng and Yue Nishang each drank a small bit of water, and instantly restored the consumption of soul power. Into a long corridor.
And on the walls on both sides of this corridor, there is a huge totem ancient painting hanging on these walls. These ancient paintings have dragons and dragons, and there are thousands of monsters to attack the city, some people have a big battle, and there are blood and thousands of miles...
Walking and walking, Ye Chenfeng and Yue Nishang have a feeling that the soul is taken away by these ancient paintings, as if they are in a totem ancient painting, and they have personally experienced the scenes in the ancient paintings.
Slowly, Ye Chenfeng walked slower and slower, and his eyes were more and more white, losing his self.
But in the moment when Ye Chenfeng’s soul is lost, the brain is releasing a powerful devouring power, engulfing the illusion that erodes his soul, and awakens him from his loss.
"Nice, wake up quickly."
Ye Chenfeng suddenly woke up and found that the pupil disappeared. It was all the white-eyed scent of the moon, and the whole person was stunned. There was a feeling of enchantment. Immediately, a deafening burst of sound was heard, and she was awakened from the illusion.
"What's wrong, what's wrong with me."
After awakening, Yue Nishang felt a strong killing in his heart. There was a murderous impulse, and he quickly looked at Ye Chenfeng and was shocked.
"There are problems with these ancient paintings. It can make our souls lost and lose ourselves directly into the devil." With the power of the brain, Ye Chenfeng realized the strangeness of these ancient paintings and whispered.
"Nishang, you close your eyes, don't look at these ancient paintings, so the illusion will have a smaller impact on you, I will take you out of here." Ye Chenfeng said.
"Yeah!"
Yue Nishang nodded obediently, closed his eyes, let Ye Chenfeng take his silky little hand and walk towards the end of this winding corridor.
With the deepening of the distance, the illusion of ancient paintings on the walls of the promenade is getting stronger and stronger, and a large number of illusory scenes appear in front of Ye Chenfeng, wanting to lose his soul.
But in the eyes of the gods, Ye Chenfeng sees through the essence of these illusions, holding the little hands of the moon, and quickly walks toward the end of the corridor.
After about an hour later, Ye Chenfeng passed through a promenade with hundreds of thousands of meters of length and walked to the end of the promenade. He found two eyes closed at the exit at the end of the promenade. Wearing golden armor, holding a faucet, a statue of unyielding.
"Good power fluctuations."
Ye Chenfeng's powerful soul perception, in the two statues, perceives the violently fluctuating soul power, suddenly vigilant, and ordered the sword to protect the closed eyes, the painful color on his face, resisting The illusion of the moon, the ones gone alone.
"嗡..."
When Ye Chenfeng was close to the two statues three meters away, the two statues suddenly opened their closed eyes, and the powerful soul power rushed out, instantly transforming into two soul gods with a faucet and a big knife. Ye Chenfeng.
"Blood Dragon, Fusion!"
Suddenly attacked by two souls of war gods, a very penetrating dragon screams in Ye Chenfeng, endless red light spurts out, instantly condenses into a hundred meters long, screaming huge The blood dragon of the body.
"400,000 jin, oh!"
In the moment of combining the power of blood dragons, Ye Chenfeng broke out with 400,000 jins, and hurried with the giant scorpion sword, and fought with two soul wars.
Although the attacking power of the two soul gods is extremely horrible, but they have the soul, the defense is a very weak point, Ye Chenfeng pedals the phantom, interweaving nine speed residuals, dodge attack Opportunity to attack their bodies.
"The ruling of seven swords, cold poles."
Ye Chenfeng and the two souls of the war gods fought a fragrant time, suddenly capturing the best chance of attack, full of swords and spurts out his body, deducting the power of the avenue into a cold sword, a sword The attack turned to the soul of the two souls that overlapped.
"Hey!"
The front was attacked by the cold sword, and the bodies of the two soul gods were smashed and turned into the soul power of the sky.
But in the next moment, these souls that permeate the void are surging, like the rushing river, rushing into the soul of Ye Chenfeng, trying to tear his soul.
"Break the brain, swallow."
But the morning wind is ready, and in the moment when the power of the soul of the river flows into his soul, he immediately controls the brain to swallow.
A swallowing vortex formed in the mind of Ye Chenfeng, and the power of the souls of the two souls of warfare was swallowed up.
"Hey!"
The power of the soul was swallowed up, and the two statues were immediately broken. The door at the end of the promenade was automatically opened, and a simple, muddy atmosphere poured into the corridor.
"Let's go!"
Ye Chenfeng swayed the moon in his arms, and the sword spirit flew out to the promenade filled with the power of illusion, and entered the inner temple where the aura was extremely rich and stood with a large number of sculptures.
At the end of the inner temple, there are three black passages that are mysteriously unknown and do not know where to go.