Chapter 640 They are about to perish

   "Our son is going to be unable to hold on anymore, is your place reliable or not? No one is there, right?"

  Xu Jinhuan saw Feng Qianwei's strength begin to weaken, knowing that she must be exhausted.

  He was very anxious and wanted to help, but he was helpless.

   "There have always been people here. My friend Ye Wuchen rarely leaves his valley. He must be there."

  Lao Liu said, seeing Feng Qianwei alone struggling to support him, he was also very anxious.

   "No, there are people inside, but they opened the defensive formation, and I feel that the magic formation is fully activated. This road will not work, we must find another way."

  Feng Qianwei's eyebrows frowned slightly, the other party did not intend to let them in.

   Although she couldn't crack this ancient and complicated formation for a while, it was easy to see whether the formation was activated.

   "This... how could this be?"

  Old Liu's expression changed drastically. He didn't expect to come here to ask for help, but was turned away.

  He had a relationship with the Lord of Night Valley, and he didn't believe that the other party would make such a ruthless decision.

   "You pass on your soul power to me, and we break through from the other side."

  Feng Qianwei made a decisive decision, and since the road was blocked, then they had a way out.

   "Our spirit power attributes are all different, and your body can't bear it."

  Feng Jiumu, a beginner, knows the truth, the spirit power of different attributes cannot be blended together, and they will conflict with each other. Unless it is the soul power of the same origin, it can blend with each other.

   "I can't manage that much now, I will either desperately or die."

  Feng Qianwei looked at the cold and ruthless gaze of the ghost messenger Yuechen. Her spirit power is very strong, and she is constantly urging the eroding magic orbs, and the monstrous devilish energy is surging, as if the boundless night is coming.

   "Okay, we will pass on soul power to you."

  There is no other way for everyone. For the current plan, they must keep this protective cover, or they will soon perish.

  Anyone who has a trace of soul power transfers his soul power to Feng Qianwei.

  The spirit powers of various attributes converge together, colorful, like a rainbow.

  Feng Qianwei originally thought that these different spirit powers could not be smoothly used by her, but to her surprise, after these powers were integrated into her body, they were purified by her lotus soul.

  This is the power of Biyue Qinglian, which can perfectly absorb any soul power for his own use.

  With the spirit power provided by everyone, the protective cover that was about to collapse became solid again.

   "We are heading north, not far from here in Liuyunchuan, where there is a powerful and ancient family, and the people in the Temple of Souls dare not openly provoke."

  Old Tang said that he knew the environment around Shuangyue Valley very well. In addition to the Limeng Valley, there is also an ancient clan land of the Mo clan. The Mo clan has a long heritage and profound heritage, and the clan has a strong clan guardian.

  He also has some connections with the Mo tribe, and one of his apprentices is a child of the Mo tribe.

"let's go."

  Feng Qianwei knew that everyone's spirit power was also limited, and the Phoenix Baiyue Xiao was like a bottomless pit that could not be filled at all.

   "Want to escape? You can't escape!"

  Nether messenger Yue Chen waved his hand, and a giant net emerged, blocking their way.

   "Break it for me!"

  Feng Qianwei waved the ancient fan in her hand, and the giant net broke apart, and everyone immediately rushed out of the gap.

   "What kind of fan is this? It can break the soul net?"

  Yuechen didn't understand what this person came from. There were so many treasures in her hand that she couldn't even take down her magic beads and soul net.

"Chase!"

  She took back the magic orb and ordered someone to catch up.

  Feng Qianwei sprinkled a piece of powder in her hand, and the shadows that had caught up suddenly poured a large piece of it.

  (End of this chapter)