Under the Tower of Inanimate Souls, there was a river of blood and mountains of corpses.

Looking around, the endless number of enemies seems to have never decreased, just like the god of death, wantonly harvesting the lives of the soul masters of Wusheng Palace.

In front of the Dao Ling clan members who are members of the two major systems, pure soul masters with powerful soul power are completely vulnerable. They can easily destroy their weak bodies as long as they withstand their soul power attacks.

It was more of a one-sided massacre than a battle.

If the Inanimate Soul Tower had not been used as the center of the Wuji Taoist Soul Formation, providing them with an endless stream of powerful soul power and constantly disrupting the soul sea of ​​Taoist cultivators, otherwise this massacre would have ended a day ago.

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The most tragic thing is that of the forty-nine soul envoys recognized by the Inanimate Soul Tower, nine were killed in battle, twenty-five surrendered, four are elsewhere, and only eleven are maintaining the operation of the soul array at this moment.

The strength of the enemy certainly makes people feel despair, but the betrayal of their former sect members makes people even more heartbroken.

For the bright future promised to them by the Dao Ling clan, the determination and ruthlessness they displayed on the battlefield were far more cruel than those of the Dao Ling cultivators.

Running the soul array at high load for a long time has made the consciousness of the master of the Wusheng Hall begin to blur.

He sat cross-legged under the Tower of Inanimate Souls, struggling to support the violent storm coming from all directions, as if he had been torn apart by a thousand knives, causing severe pain in his soul.

The scope of the soul array has covered the entire branch hall from the beginning, and now only a distance of 500 meters in radius is left.

He didn't dare to look up, because familiar figures fell one after another, and he might soon be the only one left.

Does such persistence really make sense?

Even if the masters from other branch halls came to face the mountains and seas of Tao spiritual practitioners and rebellious fellow disciples, they would just die in vain.

He would rather Lan Xinyu never know what happened here, and go as far as possible with the last hope of Wusheng Palace.

And those of them who have no way to retreat, if they are destined to die, will use blood and killing to pay tribute to the souls of the heroes who have died in the battle.

"The other side has begun to close the encirclement, and a new group of new forces has come forward."

The soul tower spirit suddenly reminded.

"Huh..." The master of the Wusheng Hall had already felt the sudden increase in pressure, and the wave of soul power that swept over him almost made his vision go dark and he lost consciousness.

"Then...how long can we hold on?" His voice was extremely hoarse.

"We only have eight hundred people left." Talling was silent for a moment and then replied.

The Master of Wusheng Hall smiled miserably and stood up unsteadily: "In this case, it's time for me to fight alongside them."

"Elder Zou, prepare to marry..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, they stopped abruptly.

Because he had already seen a corpse in the distance.

"Palace Master, Elder Zou died together with a Taoist cultivator at the peak of the world soul half an hour ago..."

The soul envoy sitting on the east side of the soul tower whispered.

"They're all gone..."

The master of the Wusheng Hall murmured, looking a little confused.

"Palace Master, there is no point in holding on like this anymore. If you don't fight with all your strength, there will be no regrets." Another soul envoy said solemnly.

"That's fine..."

The Master of the Wusheng Hall nodded slowly, and just as he was about to say something, the tower spirit sent out his thoughts again: "Wait a minute, the west side of the encirclement seems to be in chaos. Although the soul thoughts on the battlefield are intertwined and interfered, I can't see clearly, but

Reinforcements should be arriving."

The word "reinforcements", like the light of fire on a cold winter night, instantly ignited everyone's long-cooled thoughts.

The Master of the Wusheng Hall took a deep breath, his pale face showed determination, and his soul thoughts spread out in an instant.

"Everyone, listen to my orders and follow me westward to break out of the encirclement!"

"promise!"

The torrent is rushing and never returns.

Towards that slim hope, the last light and heat bloom.

Even though he died nine times, he never regretted it.

The Inanimate Soul Tower hangs high in the sky, with its soul shining brightly, silently protecting everyone as they move westward.

"There is also a flaw in the encirclement in the north. It should be another line of reinforcements." Ta Ling said again.

Are there any reinforcements?

Although everyone in Wusheng Hall was very motivated, they were also extremely surprised and surprised.

They knew very well that even if the elders scattered in various branch halls gathered together, it would be difficult to break out a passage among the masters of Dao spiritual practitioners, let alone divide their troops to attack from another direction.

"Huh? There is also turmoil in the south...?"

Even the tower spirit, who had no emotional fluctuations, was confused.

Who is this third line of reinforcements?

The master of the Wusheng Palace said decisively: "Keep the original direction of travel unchanged, first meet up with the reinforcements along the way, and then make an agreement."

"They seem... to have arrived." Ta Ling said.

It's like a sharp knife piercing the throat.

The originally unbreakable encirclement was suddenly broken through a long and narrow gap.

I saw a man in blue clothes who looked like an immortal, with a sword sweeping across his face, he was the first to come.

"Yu'er?"

"It's Senior Sister Lan!"

Amid the excited shouts of the crowd, Lan Xinyu cut off the head of a rebellious elder with a swipe of her blade, and blood splattered everywhere.

More than a dozen Taoist practitioners were surrounding her, but Lan Xinyu's expression remained calm.

The shadows of stars in the soul world hung high in the sky, and the bright starlight rolled up nine hundred daggers, turning into a storm that swept across the world.

It was mottled with blood and riddled with sores.

Yin Hong dyed the bluestone road all over, but she was the only one walking with a knife.

"Palace Master, we are here."

Walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Lan Xinyu finally walked in front of everyone.

Behind her, more than a thousand elites followed closely, continuing to expand the gap in the encirclement.

"Yu'er..."

The master of the Wusheng Hall looked at the woman in blue who was coming towards him, and was silent for a moment.

"Xinyu first apologized to the palace master. During this critical period, our palace was alone and weak, so I contacted the Ghost Tong Sect for support. They have already rushed here and are restraining the main force of the Taoist spirit in the north." Lan Xinyu said solemnly.

Everyone suddenly had different expressions. They never expected that the reinforcements fighting on the other side turned out to be from the Ghost Tong Sect, a crooked sect that everyone was shouting about.

The face of the Master of the Wusheng Hall was also a little complicated, and he sighed and said: "No problem, on this occasion, there is no distinction between good and evil, they are all soul cultivators of the East, fighting to protect our home and land."

"In addition, there are reinforcements from the Liyin Sect. This is all the strength I can gather at the moment."

While Lan Xinyu was running the soul world and suppressing the enemies on all sides, she said calmly: "The fighter plane is fleeting and the starship is ready. After breaking out of the siege, we will immediately leave Zhenda Star and jump to the north.

You can escape from danger at the border of the deserted star sea."

"Will the Northern Alliance support us?" the master of Wusheng Palace asked.

"The message has been conveyed. With the operational efficiency of the Northern Alliance, a response will be made soon."

"Yu'er, having you in our sect is truly the greatest blessing." The master of the Wusheng Hall sighed with mixed feelings in his heart.

Although after today, they may become homeless dogs, and the orthodoxy of Wusheng Palace will be stolen by another group of people.

But so what?

Even if only the remnants of the army are left and the generals are defeated, as long as they have a breath left, they will eventually rise up.

Breaking out of the encirclement didn't seem to be as difficult as imagined.

With Lan Xinyu's current cultivation level, it is enough to drive 80% of the power of the Inanimate Soul Tower. Coupled with the invisible and qualityless ethereal sea, it can be said to be invincible.

The soul cultivators of Guitong Sect and Liyin Sect also moved towards them intentionally, removing most of the obstacles.

Seeing that the three groups of people were about to converge, a cold voice suddenly sounded throughout the audience.
Chapter completed!