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Chapter 694:Power of the Barrier

"You're very lucky."

In another battlefield at this time, Bai Qiaoyan turned to look at Jiang Shaoyang, who was dragged by the Hong Bell, and once again looked at the clock and said.

"It's not too late, but ask the white girl to do it."

The wind seemed to not want to delay time again, and urged a word.

The wind mausoleum in the back and others are even more eager to see the color of expectation.

Being able to take the clock away is extremely important to them, and it is about the attitude of the family towards them in the future.

"Well, then you should be careful."

The words from behind made Bai Qiaoyan sigh with some regret, and finally stepped forward and walked away towards the clock.

Looking at the girl who began to be close to himself, the color of curiosity appeared in the eyes of the clock.

The other side obviously came to deal with himself, but before shooting, he also reminded him that such an opponent he had seen for the first time.

However, this does not mean that the clock is relaxed and vigilant, but the white Qiaoyan in front of him is even Jiang Shaoyang's extremely afraid of opponents, and he will naturally not be deceived by this appearance.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the clock left to see each other's blue and purple pupil suddenly split out from the middle, and turned into a more bizarre two-color double pupil!

Even if it is understood that the other party is only the body of the soul, but when the pair of such strange pupil is fixed, the clock actually has a very strange feeling, just like the whole soul body has been seen through by the other party.

“The Impedment!”

The gentle voice spit out from the mouth of Bai Qiaoyan, and the clock was immediately separated from feeling the sudden invisible soul fluctuation in the surrounding space.

“What’s going on?”

It is clear that no soul attack has fallen, but I do not know why, the sense of threat brought by this white coincidence is even more terrible than when the clock is away from the flood clock!

"Chong away from brother carefully, white Qiao Yan master the power of the "boundary", can arbitrarily each other easily arrange the boundary!"

At this time, a rushing divine thought suddenly passed, but Jiang Shaoyang sent a message in the battle.

The former was dragged down by the eight-armed demon controlled by the Hong Zhong, and temporarily could not be separated to help the clock, but it was able to pass some of the information of Bai Qiaoyan to make the clock leave.

The content of the words makes the clock slightly away, what is the power of this so-called boundary?

“My soul is perceived.”

But soon the clock realized that it was wrong, and his soul sense seemed to be shielded by an inexplicable force, rapidly retracting into the body.

Then the clock left to see that the body of the scorpion under the scorpion began to gradually dissipate, and it was not under his control at all.

“Come back!”

Worried that the soul scorpion's soul was hurt, the clock could only take it back to the mud-ball god palace first, and there was a heavy color in the eyes.

Compared with the eight-armed demon of Hong Zhong, this fundamentally elusive power is even more terrifying!

Spikes!

The eyes fell on the girl who was still walking towards himself, the clock moved away from the mind of God, a soul sharp spur quickly condensed out, and then shot at the former.

Bam!

However, before the sharp thorn of the soul could come near the white man, it was like hitting on an invisible wall and directly dissipated into nothingness.

“Is that the wall?”

I realized that it was wrong, the clock flew out of the body shape and finally realized what it was.

In the space around him, clear boundaries seem to be drawn.

Where he cannot see, there are four walls of the soul slowly closing towards him, and his soul perception is completely cut off from this range!

“Is that the power of boundaries?”

The clock frowned, if you continue to let this knot narrow down, then his end can be imagined!

“The soul gun!”

Sitting to be seen is obviously not the style of the clock, the clock is quickly separated from the body with a strong soul fluctuation, condensed into a very real deep long gun, even with a trace of thunder color above, in the control of the clock suddenly flying out in front!

However, the next moment, the soul-breaking gun hit the invisible wall again, and even the power of the thunder above did not play any role, and it was directly dissipated again!

The look of this clock is finally getting a little condensed, if it is just a wall condensed by ordinary soul force, it is impossible to even his soul-breaking gun can not destroy it!

This so-called junction power, afraid that it has exceeded the degree of soul secret technology, is another more mysterious and mysterious power!

"Don't waste your strength, you can't break the power of this boundary."

Seeing the clock away from several attempts to break the knot with soul attack, Bai Qiaoyan also issued a reminder, it seems that he did not want to let the clock go away from vain.

By this time she had almost stood before the clock, and there was almost a few feet between them.

But among them, there is an invisible wall that completely isolates them as if they existed in two different worlds.

After hearing the words of Bai Qiaoyan, Zhong left no answer, and did not hesitate for half a moment, but once again mobilized the soul force in the body and began to brew the next attack.

"Don't believe me."

There was a glimmer of doubt in her eyes, as if he did not understand why Zhong knew that it was useless to try this waste of time.

Her world is a higher power, containing the power of a law, not ordinary soul force attack can break.

The Soul Gun!

The third attack from Zhong left broke out again, but unfortunately it still did not play any role, and the force of the border that was blocked in the surrounding area was directly eliminated.

Even with this continuous attack, the blood lines that made the clock gradually active from the body that were still stable began to spread out to other places, as if to devour the whole soul.

"Hahaha, this idiot, he is so quick to use the power of the soul to let the curse force eat, is to help us!" 」

Seeing the change of blood lines on the body of the clock, the wind and tombs standing in the distance laughed loudly and looked very happy.

Between the words, a dark black mark appeared in his hand, exuding strange soul fluctuations.

This is the slave seal that will be introduced from the inside of the clock!

As long as the clock from the cursed advantage erodes to the soul's source, then this slave seal can completely stimulate the power of the curse, and then occupy the soul of the clock dominates.

By this seal of slavery into the soul, the clock will become a obedient slave, and any orders received cannot be disobeyed, and even if he is called to die, there will be no hesitation.

Thinking that this talented disciple who had defeated them will become a inferior slave, Fenglingdu and others are naturally extremely de-gassed in their hearts, and they would like to see the clock kneeling in front of themselves immediately.

Only the wind spirit is still a pale face, it seems that there is not much interest in the departure of the clock.

His eyes, instead, fell on the center of the core area, the purple light that gradually shone, the look was gradually deep, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the clock is completely trapped by the shrinking strength of the boundary, and even the formed soul attack can no longer be condensed.

The power of the "boundary" is separated not only by perception, but even the manipulation of the soul power is separated.

In the end, the clock is only a long distance from the activity space, which is almost equivalent to being immovable.

And because of the constant soul attack, the bloodprints that were originally suppressed in the left pupil spread like a spider's web on the body, and it seemed to devour the whole body.

“What happened to you?”

Bai Qiaoyan also noticed the strange bloodprint of the clock from his body, and couldn't help but ask a word.

But Zhong did not answer his words, and even the soul fluctuation in his body stopped, and seemed to have been completely affected by the strange bloodprint of his soul consciousness at this moment.

“It is time!”

The eyes of the wind mausoleum flashed, and the body that had long been impatient suddenly flew out and fell to the side of Bai Qiaoyan.

“White girl, please open a gap in the boundary and leave it to us.”

Hearing the words of the wind mausoleum, Bai Qiaoyan swept away the clock that had been trapped by himself, and hesitated or reached out a little.

The wall of the perfect boundary suddenly opened an entrance, and the wind tomb was also palm-like to push, and the slave print in the hand instantly fell towards the clock.

The dark black slave prints and slams away, turning into a black light into the soul of the clock.

Seeing this scene of the wind mausoleum are also full of great joy, the heart can not say happy.

Slave printing into the body, coupled with the pre-arranged curse power, unless the clock can break through to the people's realm, otherwise it is impossible to get rid of!

However, the next moment, the sleepy soul suddenly opened its eyes, and unprecedented soul fluctuation suddenly burst out and rushed out towards the gap in the boundary.

When the soul fluctuation appeared on the body of the clock, Bai Qiaoyan's different-colored double eyes clearly flashed his eyes, but it seemed to remember something, and did not stop.

The fist that opened the gap in the boundary was not the size of the fist, but the soul body had no fixed form, and the strong soul fluctuation condensed in front of it again, re-incarced into the appearance of the clock.

The smile on the face of the wind mausoleum became extremely stiff at this moment, and even the body of the soul could feel the ups and downs in his heart.

Because the clock appeared out of the hand, there were two more things.

One is a blood-colored rune that radiates the power of a curse, and the other is the slave seal that the wind mausoleum has previously released!

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