After the Soul Sect team took the lead, another team immediately soared into the air and shot into the sky above the Soul Burial River.

"Let's go, too."

The people of Taixuan Mountain conveyed their voice.

Everyone nodded and soared into the air one after another, and shot into the gap between the iron chains.

The people of Taixuan Mountain held yellow sand clouds at their feet, and the Buddha statue in their hands continued to release a faint Buddha light, even during high-speed flight, without being affected by the airflow at all. The soft halo covered the five people, constantly conveying a hint of warmth.

Wang Qiaoqiao stepped on a white giant sword under her feet, and her breath was sharp and sharp. Her dress flew backwards, and her whole body was like a sharp sword, stabbing the strong wind in front of her.

The Zhao Fan and his sister each released a ball of purple-black spiritual energy, and supported the two of them to follow quickly. The purple-black spiritual energy seemed to be absorbing the black mist that was spreading around. It was obviously some kind of special ghost energy magic weapon.

Bai Heming withdrew his gaze and looked at the iron chains in front.

He was riding a pure white auspicious cloud under his feet, isolated the erosion black fog that was trying to pounce on him.

Below is the surface of the Black Water River sweeping back at high speed. Iron chains are like forests, pulled straight and constantly passing by.

The five people were stooping around and constantly moving forward in the gap.

Soon, the people felt that the wind blowing towards them began to become colder and colder.

Aiya.....Aiya...

Flashes of seemingly meaningless sounds came with the wind, like the roar of the wind, or like someone singing an opera.

The sound penetrated into his ears, ignoring the light of the body-protecting martial arts pattern, which made Bai Heming feel a little irritated.

He glanced at the rest of the people.

The people of Taixuan Mountain had a trembling expression, obviously they were also using their power to resist.

The power of milky white martial arts patterns appeared all over Wang Qiaoqiao, and it was also making a slight tremolo, as if it was a special method to offset this soul sound.

The two brothers and sisters of Zhao Fan were the simplest. They held a piece of paper talisman with golden martial arts patterns in one hand and completely ignored the soul sound.

"This is the sound of the Dead Wind Soul. The rumored soul-summoning sound in the mortal world means that this can shake the earth soul and make the earth soul memory unrestrained." Zhao Fan saw that Bai Heming had no means to deal with it, so he hurriedly sent a message.

"I'll give you one piece of this, just pinch it." He handed the same golden martial arts paper talisman to Bai Heming.

"Thank you." Bai Heming did not refuse. He took the paper talisman and saw the slightly golden light on the rune on it. The irritability in his heart disappeared.
Chapter completed!