But the strange thing is that Ye Xiyao does not have any fluctuations in spiritual power.Something is wrong, something is so wrong.Dongsheng Jian Xizhi frowned slightly.Then he looked up at the middle of Wanglong Mountain, which was already getting more and more dense, and almost lit up the night sky.It should be a phantom soul, but this is where it comes from" "That's right, the phantom soul is the Tao of heaven and earth, and it has nothing to do with people.But right now, this estimation problem appears on the Ye family's girl.Let's see what she wrote" Jian Xizhi said, and directly raised his hand to grab it, and in an instant, he saw a virtual shadow of paper full of handwriting, which instantly appeared in front of all the saints.All the saints immediately stepped forward one after another, and when they took a closer look, their faces were shocked in an instant."
This, this is," West St.
Nansli turned his head to look at Jian Xizhi.At this time, I saw Jian Xizhi squinting slightly, and then said: "The Art of War, what the Ye family girl wrote turned out to be the Art of War" "So, it is this art of war that hooks the heavens and the earth to preach and form a phantom soul, but is this possible, you know, since ancient times, no one in my human race has summoned the phantom soul of the soldier family, and even if it is true, why is there such a strange sound" A spirit saint couldn't help but ask.Jian Xizhi pondered for a moment: "Whether it is a soldier's phantom soul or not, it is difficult to say now."
But the mystery of this art of war is unique to the world.It's just that what the old man is worried about at the moment is not this, but that the condition of the Ye family girl is a little abnormal, "All the Ye family members have abnormalities, but Ye Xiyao does not."
It felt like a dead man, which was obviously unreasonable."
Furthermore, the soul qi comes from the Ye family.If the old man is not mistaken, this power is more like the power of blood, and the Ye family is said to be in the Lingyun Continent, it is a famous family of generals, and now the Ye family girl is writing the art of war, isn't it" Speaking of this, Dongsheng Jian Xizhi squinted his eyes again, and a faint thought suddenly rose in his heart, but it was fleeting.And at this moment, the West Saint Nansli next to him suddenly shrank his pupils, and immediately shouted: "Look" The saints were stunned, and instantly raised their heads, but they almost breathed at the same time.It turned out that just now, the countless scenes gathered in the mid-air of Wanglong Mountain suddenly flowed regularly.Then, as if there was life, it slowly gathered into a vague outline.The golden phantom outline was very large, enveloping the entire Wanglong Mountain in it, but it was impossible to see what it was.At the same time, an indescribable killing atmosphere, accompanied by the sound of a fight like a golden iron horse, then from small to large, gradually spread into everyone's ears.This, this is really the Soldier Phantom Soul Saints were slightly shocked in their hearts, but the people below were already dumbfounded.Especially when feeling the killing aura, some people only felt that their blood was boiling, and even for a moment, they thought about immediately going to the drowning river battlefield, charging into battle, and fighting with the demon clan, it was too wrong.The faces of the crowd began to change.And at this moment, everyone present suddenly felt a piercing chill, and then a white shadow faster than lightning rushed through the layers of spiritual clouds at once, and came to the Ye family's mansion, in front of Ye Xiyao.Then, without waiting for everyone to come back to their senses, I saw a big hand grab Ye Xiyao's wrist violently, and shouted: "Don't write" oshow7t1706231537: