The gap between Nascent Soul, Demon Lord and God is very big.

After this Nascent Soul player 'exploded', he could defeat the peak demon king Heichang. His strength was definitely among the top among Nascent Soul monks, but in front of Li Kuo, he was still

It wasn't enough, so he was hit hard by Li Kuo with a casual move.

As for the other Nascent Soul players, they were even more unbearable. They were directly crushed into ice by Li Kuo using the Ice and Snow God Realm.

"It's god-level!" The face of the 'Explosive Seed' player suddenly changed!

His reaction speed was also extremely fast. After knowing that the person in front of him was a god, he immediately followed the throw and retreated backwards!

"Want to escape?" Li Kuo snorted coldly.

Then a barrier of ice and snow as thick as a city wall appeared out of thin air, lying in front of this 'explosive' player.

As soon as the ice and snow barrier emerged, a sword tip with a dazzling brilliance pierced the ice and snow barrier.

The tip of the sword slashed downwards, cutting the ice and snow barrier into pieces.

The 'Explosive Seed' player held a dazzling sword and walked through it, but his body suddenly stopped in mid-air, with a desperate expression on his face.

Because at this moment, Li Kuo was floating in front of him, looking at him with a cold expression.

"Your sword is pretty good, it should be a divine sword." Li Kuo said coldly.

He fell in love with the lightsaber in the hand of this 'explosive' player.

An ordinary sword cannot break through the ice and snow barrier he has set up, but this lightsaber can easily break through his ice and snow barrier, which speaks volumes.

Seeing what Li Kuo said, the 'explosive' player gritted his teeth and threw the lightsaber in his hand directly at Li Kuo, saying respectfully: "This sword is indeed a divine sword. I am willing to offer it to the great god, just to survive!"

Li Kuo was a little hesitant when he heard this.

At this time, the black dragon Heichang rushed over dragging his injured body and shouted: "The demon god cannot spare him! The hatred has been forged. If you let him leave like this, he will definitely take revenge!"

The 'Explosive Seed' player was very anxious after hearing this: "Master, I swear to God, I will never..."

However, before he could finish his words, Li Kuo was already holding the Divine Sword of Protecting the Country and stabbed him with one sword!

The 'Explosive Seed' player showed a desperate expression on his face, but even at this moment, he still did not give up his struggle.

The lightsaber he threw towards Li Kuo emitted an extremely dazzling light at this moment, and faced the Divine Sword of Protecting the Nation in Li Kuo's hand, but was slashed away by the Divine Sword of Protecting the Nation.

The Divine Sword of Protecting the Country continued to move forward like a broken bamboo, and instantly pierced the head of this 'explosive' player...

…

Xiao Zhi was unaware of this series of things happening in the outside world.

At this time, Xiao Zhi was holding a small black umbrella, watching Luo Yiyi kill the soul in the small black space, and at the same time, he was also monitoring every move of the spirit of the Demon Palace.

Suddenly something moved in his heart, and he sensed that Li Kuo was contacting him.

"Master, I just killed several Nascent Souls who came to this world for adventure, and gained a divine sword. I would like to dedicate this divine sword to the master." Li Kuo said to Xiao Zhi through his thoughts.

‘Beheaded several Nascent Souls and gained a divine sword?’ Xiao Zhi was slightly startled.

Through his mind, he replied through voice transmission: "There is a divine sword on the body of the Yuanying monk? Then this Yuanying monk must be very simple, right?"

"It's really not easy. Hei Chang was severely injured when we met him. However, after all, he is just a Nascent Soul. No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than a god. I killed him easily." Li Kuo used his thoughts to

Xiao Zhi replied.

Xiao Zhi replied through his mind: "Brother Li, you are guarding outside. I am relieved. I am protecting Luo Yiyi now. After Luo Yiyi finishes killing his soul, I will come out and take a look at this magic sword."

Although the Divine Sword is attractive, Xiao Zhi still feels that protecting Luo Yiyi is more important.

"Okay." Li Kuo replied through his mind.

Xiao Zhi thought for a while and then said something through his mind: "Brother Li, if there is a god-level attack outside, you have to notify me as soon as possible, and then call the Cangqing Snake out and let him come to help in the battle."

Li Kuo was silent for a moment, and then replied through voice transmission through his mind: "Master, are you afraid that there are gods following these Nascent Soul monks?"

"You must be on guard." Xiao Zhi replied through his mind.

"Okay, I understand, I will be careful." Li Kuo was silent for a moment and replied through his mind.

After the conversation, Xiao Zhi abandoned his distracting thoughts and continued to watch Luo Yiyi kill his soul in the small black space.

Luo Yiyi's soul-killing is still proceeding in an orderly manner.

Time passed by, and when Luo Yiyi controlled the black blade with his mind and cut off a line slightly thicker than a hair, Xiao Zhi only felt that Luo Yiyi in his eyes seemed to become more illusory, and

His memory of Roy Yiyi also became vague.

Xiao Zhi instantly figured out that the soul thread that Luo Yiyi cut off just now should have something to do with him. Only in this way could he feel the way he did just now.

However, according to Zhenlan, the gods are transcendent from the world and are different from mortal souls. Even if the soul-slayer cuts off all connections with the gods, the gods can still perceive the existence of the soul-slayer and recall the details about the soul-slayer.

Everything about the soul.

This is indeed the case. When the soul thread was cut off, Xiao Zhi's memory of Luo Yiyi was only dimmed for a moment, and then became clear again...

Time is still passing by minute by minute.

As time went by, Luo Yiyi, who had been able to respond calmly before, now turned into a bitter melon face, showing an expression of extreme pain, and her soul and body were so painful that they became unreal.

"Luo Yiyi, hold on, there are only seventeen soul threads left. As long as you kill them all, you will win." Seeing that Luo Yiyi's soul body was in pain and convulsing, and he didn't swing his sword again, Xiao

Zhi finally couldn't help but said something.

"Who? Whose voice is this?" Luo Yiyi, with a face full of pain, raised her head slightly, her eyes dim and without light.

"I'm in so much pain, I'm in so much pain!..." With just a slight movement of raising his head, Luo Yiyi's soul body was so painful that his whole face became distorted.

"Cut it off. You just need to cut off this line in front of you, and all the pain you are suffering now will disappear." A voice like a demon's roar said, which was the voice of the spirit of the demon temple.

"Really?" Luo Yiyi seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. Even her dull eyes had a glimmer of light at this moment.

"Of course it's true, you'll know after you try it." The pure black figure transformed by the spirit of the Demon Temple said.

"Then let me try." Luo Yiyi murmured in pain. The dark knife as thin as a cicada's wing finally moved at this moment and flew towards the soul thread in front of Luo Yiyi.

"Quick, you must move quickly, so that you won't feel the pain." The pure black figure transformed by the spirit of the Demon Palace once again made a sound like a demon's roar.

"You have to move quickly so you don't feel the pain..." Luo Yiyi murmured, and suddenly her expression became sharp!

Under the control of her thoughts, the jet-black knife slashed through the soul thread in front of her like lightning.

Then there was a soft sneer, and the soul threads were cut off, collapsed inch by inch, and dissipated into the void.

"Ah!" Luo Yiyi let out a harsh scream, the pain caused her whole body to convulse, and her soul almost collapsed.

She looked so miserable that Xiao Zhi couldn't bear to look at her.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour passed that Luo Yiyi stopped screaming, and the convulsions in his soul slowly stopped.

The pure black figure standing quietly in front of Luo Yiyi like a statue said again: "Did you see that line next to you? It is the source of all pain. Cut it off and you will be free from it.

Freed from endless suffering."

To Xiao Zhi, its voice sounded like the whisper of a demon.

‘The tricks of this thing are really deep.’ Xiao Zhi thought to himself.

"You lied to me... Didn't you say before... that if I cut off that line, I could..." Luo Yiyi said with a painful expression on her face. At this moment, her soul was riddled with holes, even if she did nothing.

, she also felt extremely tingling and painful.

The pure black figure said: "Sorry, I saw it wrong just now. That line is not, this line is."

"Remember, the speed of cutting must be fast so that you won't feel pain."

Xiao Zhi: "..."

What the Demon Palace Spirit is doing now has completely refreshed his understanding of the Demon Palace Spirit.

Both cunning and shameless.

This made Xiao Zhi a little suspicious. Is this really just an existence like an artifact?

But then again, although this Demonic Temple Spirit is a bit shameless, its trick is really useful.

After all, under the extreme pain, Luo Yiyi was no longer able to think about anything. The continuous loss of memory caused her thinking ability to drop again, making her even more stretched.

Not long after, Luo Yiyi was fooled by it and fell into the trap again.

Then she saw a fierce expression on her face, controlled the black blade, and slashed out with lightning speed, neatly cutting off the line beside her.

"Ah!" Luo Yiyi screamed in pain again, so painful that he convulsed.

Next, every time Luo Yiyi cut off a line, it was extremely painful, and the process was also very long.

Fortunately, although the process was difficult, the soul threads around Luo Yiyi were still cut off one by one.

Only the last and thickest ten soul threads are left.

There are only eight left...

There are only five left...

Under the black umbrella, Xiao Zhi stared at Luo Yiyi, with a worried expression on his face, worried about Luo Yiyi's current state.

Luo Yiyi's condition has become worse and worse. Her soul is like a porcelain doll that has been put back together after being broken. It is full of devastation, as if it may collapse at any time.
To be continued...