Chapter 371

The cold whirlpool hit and fell on Ye Chen. Ye Chen only felt that his blood seemed to solidify. The ancient killing intention dissipated, and even the blue tiger shadow turned into an ice sculpture.

"What cold wind is this? It's so terrible!"

Ye Chen immediately flew back, but Tang Guixin didn't intend to let him go. He followed him closely. The cold wind roared, and even Yuan Li could completely freeze. It was cold and dead, filling the whole space.

"Ye Chen, my wings are inlaid with the remains of the ice Protoss. As long as you pour yuan force, you can release the cold of freezing everything. Even if you have the ancient killing intention, you will be completely frozen. This battle declared my victory from the beginning."

Tang Guixin clapped his hands constantly. The cold broke out, condensed into a cold palm and patted it hard at Ye Chen.

Step on the snow without trace!

Ye Chen's eyes opened, his purple awn twinkled, and his body moved like a swimming dragon. He flashed past. Kan Kan avoided the attack of the cold palm, swept his body and immediately retreated for tens of meters.

"Ice Protoss?"

Ye Chen's pupils twinkled and firmly remembered Tang Guixin's words, but at the moment, he knew it was not the time to think. If he continued to fall into a hard struggle, once he was bound by the cold, it would be completely over.

"It seems that if you don't do your best, it's difficult to kill this person on the spot."

Ye Chen sighed in his heart that Tang Guixin has strong strength and many cards, especially the terrible cold, which is difficult for even experts in the mixed yuan realm to resist. Strange races indeed have unpredictable magic powers. If you want to win, you must make a quick decision and kill them with one blow.

Otherwise, you have no chance of winning.

"Dragon!"

It was another blow. Ye Chen directly swept away into the depths of the mountains by means of the recoil force. Since he wanted to do his best, he must ensure concealment and must not be found by others.

"Still dying?"

When the cold wind blows, the Golden Dragon turns into ice sculpture, and then breaks into ice debris.

Tang Guixin's eyes were full of mockery. The whole mountain range was shrouded in smoke. Even if ye Chen had much ability, it was difficult to escape his control.

When he stepped out, Tang Guixin followed Ye Chen leisurely and leisurely. In his eyes, ye Chen was already a mortal. Since he wanted to kill him, let's have some fun.

Ye Chen turned his head and looked at it. He also saw Tang's idea of returning to his heart. He smiled coldly in his heart. The speed increased a bit and turned into a streamer, fleeting.

Since Tang Guixin thought he was sure to win, ye Chen would give him a head-on blow.

As soon as they escaped and chased, they soon came to the deepest part of the mountain.

Here, there are many mountains and stones, and the sky is covered by the mountains. The surroundings are extremely dark, giving people a heavy feeling.

"It should be almost here."

Ye Chen suddenly said, his body fell slowly and stood on the rock.

Turning around, ye Chen looked at Tang Guixin indifferently. In the depths of his pupils, the golden awn twinkled, and at the same time, there was a strange purple awn.

"It's really good here. It's used to be your grave and make a living." Tang Guixin said indifferently.

"The grave?"

Ye Chen shook his head. Tang Guixin is really conceited.

Looking around, Tang Guixin's wings opened, and the cold wind swept away. A large space was immediately covered by endless cold ice, and a wisp of gloomy cold began to float out.

"Before you die, I can make an exception and show you the strongest magic power of my magic wing clan."

Tang Guixin said coldly, and then behind him, a misty virtual shadow slowly emerged. The virtual shadow floated there, vague and vain, giving people a feeling of some unreal.

The virtual shadow slowly condensed into a human shape, raised his head, and his eyes twinkled with a gloomy green awn, like a ghost pupil, which was very terrible.

"Is this... The power of the soul?"

Ye Chen's face was stunned. Tang Guixin was able to use the power of his soul.

"I, the magic wing clan, was born with extremely powerful soul power. As soon as I step into the mixed yuan realm, I can practice the soul formula. And I, Tang Guixin, is a super genius of the magic wing clan. I can not only stimulate the soul power, but also master the secret art of race. Ye Chen, even if you die, you can rest in peace."

Tang Guixin's voice was extremely cold. He waved his hands and spit out a cold sound: "nine magic demon soul!"

The voice fell, the very strange virtual shadow was slowly voice controlled, and a wisp of strange breath burst out from it, which made Ye Chen stiff all over. There were countless ghosts in the depths of his mind.

Howl, rage, tyranny, death···

All kinds of wailing sounds sounded constantly. At this moment, it was as if ye Chen's soul was being torn constantly, and a sharp sense of pain hit his heart.

"Soul formula is the art of soul cultivation. At your current level, you can't touch the threshold of soul power. What are you talking about against me? It's ridiculous!"

When the palm of his hand was pinched, the virtual shadow issued a whine, as if it came from hell. Nine different lights emerged from the void, turned into streamer, and nailed directly to Ye Chen.

"Broken!"

Tang Guixin's pupil suddenly contracted, and his palm became a claw.

Buzz!

The nine lights immediately turned into ferocious chains, inch by inch, pulled out of Ye Chen's body.

On that chain, there is no blood, no flesh and blood, and no yuan force, but there is a misty white light spreading. This white light is the soul, the soul of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen burst out a burst of wailing. These nine lights can actually block the soul, and then use this cruel means to extract the human soul alive and finally die.

This "nine magic demon soul" is terrible and cruel at the same time.

"Don't worry, I will pull your soul out inch by inch and let you enjoy the last wonderful life." Tang Guixin's whole face became very strange and ferocious.

Ye Chen's eyes stared at Tang Guixin, without fear, and said faintly, "if you think you can stimulate the power of the soul, you are very wrong."

A fine awn passed through the pupil. The power of the soul radiated from ye Chen's body and turned into a thin thread. It suddenly shot out, penetrated the sky and directly stabbed Tang Guixin.

Seeing this, Tang Guixin was surprised first, and then burst into bursts of laughter: "this is also the power of the soul? It's too weak?"

The palm swings at will, and a chain shoots out, trying to defeat Ye Chen's soul filament completely.

"You've been tricked!"

A sneer appeared at the corners of Ye Chen's mouth. He pinched his palm and shouted, "haunt the soul!"

When the voice fell, the soul filament turned into a spiral, but it completely bound the chains, layer by layer, and ran directly to the other eight chains with a lightning speed.

At this time, Tang Guixin's eyes began to tremble violently. He didn't look at the soul filament, let alone leaf dust. He looked at the chain in front of him. There, where it was covered by the soul filament, light smoke began to float out.

"How possible, how possible!"

In his eyes, there was an unbelievable look.

Soul entanglement is the most basic skill of soul manipulation. Tang Guixin is also very familiar with it. But at this moment, the chain condensed by his soul is not only bound, but also slowly dissipated.

Ye Chen's soul is corroding his soul?

It's impossible!

Ye Chen is a human, humble human. How can he have this terrible power.

Moreover, as Tang Guixin knows, among thousands of races, there is only one race with this power, that is the legendary holy race.