Yu Ling's body flashed and disappeared into the depths of the purple mist. Nine soul-refining talismans around her body buzzed, like an unbreakable barrier, separating all the wronged souls and ghosts from afar.

"I still want to run?" After realizing the worried IQ of the Soul clan member of the Soul tribe began to panic and retreat, Yu Ling couldn't help but sneer.

After breaking through the layers of fog and miasma, Yu Ling didn't know how to describe the other party's exact strength. Logically speaking, if the other party suddenly attacked at the beginning, it was impossible for him to forcibly force him into a state that was almost a ghost-pressing bed. This is not something that ordinary soul masters in the spirit realm can do. After all, Yu Ling's current Nine Thoughts Soul Power is no less than those in the middle stage of the spirit realm master. Even the peak soul master of the spirit realm cannot make him unable to resist.

But now... the opponent can only calculate the strength of the early stage of the Spirit Split, otherwise he would not retreat step by step under the chain attacks of dozens of soul-scattering seals.

Forget it, I don’t think about it anymore. Anyway, it’s difficult to judge the strength of the six clans in the Snow Realm, and Yu Ling can’t forcefully use external standards to copy them.

Although the other party's IQ is not worth worrying, Yu Ling is still very afraid with his usual caution. If this Soul Clan member has some mysterious means, then he might have a rough idea and he might have capsized in the gutter.

Seeing a faint purple shadow passing through the depths of the purple mist, Yu Ling immediately pressed away, and the nine soul-refining talisman seals beside him roared past like meteors. Although the trajectory was different, the landing points were all on that figure.

In an instant, the nine talisman exploded and penetrated through.

The shrill scream made Yu Ling feel stinging, and the sea defense line also caused a stir.

"Don't force me!" The purple shadow fled wildly, but Yu Ling quickly condensed nine soul refining talismans and chased him tightly, without giving him a chance to hide and escape.

Seeing that they could not escape, the people of the Soul Clan were again in nine rune seals. The purple light like smoke and clouds in their bodies could not help but scattered with a bang, and it took a long time to condense again.

"Tan***, Kurouleton, Hammoasten..."

He quickly recited obscure language. This time, since the two of them were not communicating with their soul lyrics, Yu Ling had no idea what he was saying, but a bad premonition arose in his heart.

The soul refining talisman bombed over one by one. Seeing the purple light in front of him breaking up again, Yu Ling still had no sense of peace of mind.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable cold force wrapping him, squeezing him like heavy mercury so that he could hardly breathe.

Yu Ling once again fell into the strange situation where he could not speak or move. He only felt the cold air rushing towards his eyebrows, and then covered the periphery of his soul sea, breaking through the sea boundary defense line bit by bit and squeezed in.

His soul power had no power to resist in front of this cold breath, and was swallowed and melted in an instant, as if he had encountered a natural enemy and nemesis.

In the darkness, there was only the cold voice of the Soul Clan member: "This is all you asked for. Dedicating your soul to the greatest Yin God is also your honor."

The cold air continued to expand, as if parasitized in Yu Ling's soul sea, greedily devouring his soul power, and wandering back and forth without hesitation.

It was the feeling of being trapped in the deepest nightmare and being dragged into the dark abyss bit by bit.

But this time, Yu Ling's soul power was already consumed a lot in the battle, and when it condensed into a soul refining talisman to compete, it was inevitable that it was a little powerless.

During the stalemate, the cold force still penetrated tenaciously and madly, gradually gaining the upper hand.

But it should not touch the forbidden area around the white jade bottle.

Obviously, it did not realize that wisdom, and Yu Ling contracted his soul power defense step by step in order to turn it into the area where the mysterious jade bottle is located.

The originally quiet white jade bottle was like a god who was angered by a mortal. With a buzzing sound, a circle of white light ripples spread out, covering Yu Ling's entire soul sea.

In an instant, it was like spring and flowers blooming, and ice melting.

All the cold air was purified, and Yu Ling simply climbed along the pole and guided the white light out of the soul sea.

"Shit"

In the blink of an eye, the vast purple mist was driven away and the world finally returned to Qingming.

Yu Ling then realized that he was already on the street of the town at some point. No wonder he was lying in the snow just now, and not far away were Nian Yubai and Zi Chenruo. In addition to the three of them, there was a little boy from the Li Yan clan, who was the child who was previously supported by the old Yan and was called Qiqi.

In other words, this boy called Yan Lao Ana, and Ana was the name he was intimate to his grandfather, so his exact identity should be Yan Lao’s grandson.

It seems that this group of Soul-Slaying tribe members are also good at picking soft persimmons. It’s a pity that although the three outsiders have rich soul power, they are not so easy to get cheaper.

Seeing Yu Ling suddenly awakening, the purple-light figures entangled in Nian Yubai and the other two couldn't help but start to tremble, as if they were shocked in disbelief.

Yu Ling's soul power had almost recovered under the influence of the white light of the jade bottle. Taking advantage of the residual heat of the white light remaining in his soul power, he condensed a large number of soul refining talismans and accurately blasted into the purple-light figures.

"Cry——"

The shrill scream was not like a human voice, as if the demon sound was pouring into Yu Ling's soul sea.

I don’t know if it was because I heard too much just now, Yu Ling didn’t feel any big deal this time and continued to launch a bombing attack.

The five soul tribe members fled to the distance in panic, and did not care about entanglement with Nian Yubai and the other two.

Zi Chenruo suddenly opened his eyes, and the purple light in his eyes seemed to be icy purple, full of intimidating divine light. Even Yu Ling looked at her inadvertently, and the soul sea couldn't help but tremble.

The girl with purple eyes began to play the piano, and was full of war, and it was all the sounds of war and soul-catching.

The purple aura condensed from nothingness and turned into arrows to chase after it. It was like a divine phoenix flying with its wings, dazzling and incomparable domineering.

The silver bottle suddenly broke through the water and burst into pieces, and the iron cavalry protruded and the swords and guns were heard.

Invisible swords and guns pierced past, and five purple shadows instantly froze on the way to escape. Then, clearly visible, weathered into subtle shattering lights bit by bit, and were blown away by the wind and snow.

At this moment, it seemed as if the heavy snow of the world had frozen in the air, as quiet as a still world.

Until the girl in purple put away the guqin, the pair of soul-catching purple pupils gradually dissipated and returned to the original quiet and clear darkness, like a clear mirror lake.

As if the wind was blowing, the calm mirror lake had ripples. The girl couldn't help but lower her eyes gently, covering up all the ripples and waves, and then asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"Don't I ask you?" Yu Ling knew that her face was not very good-looking, because the cold air just now was so vicious. Although the white jade bottle protected the core of the soul sea, this trouble was still very difficult.

The purple dust floated with a faint smile, as if the cold and silent snow between heaven and earth also had a hint of warmth.
Chapter completed!