Three pillars composed of countless evolutionary corpses exploded at this moment.

The Spirit Feeding Totem is not only a means to deal with the ninth-level Father, but also a trap. Those three Fathers said that the pillar of the trap is a trap. In fact, even Ye Zhongming is also a trap.

Everything is just to kill the Father.

But when the 9th-level strongman may have mastered a certain law and can really break this space, Ye Zhongming can only give up and launch an offensive in advance.

An unsuccessful offensive.

He exploded the pillars of the spirit feeding totem, completely desperate.

At this moment, countless souls filled the entire space, and the power of darkness seemed to fill everything in the world.

Ye Zhongming did it on the ground and poured several bottles of medicine into his mouth while smashing the totem control switch.

Earlier I said that these three totem poles were traps, because if these pillars were broken by a non-controlling person, then the attack target was the only one, that is, the person who broke the pillar. Ye Zhongming, as the controller of the space, breaks himself, and everyone in the space will become the target of attack.

This kind of attack is a kind of indiscriminate all-round attack.

These unjust souls cause harm to all targets in the range, including physical, energy, mental power, etc.

The power of damage is related to the number and level of grievance.

These spiritual feeding totem poles took a lot of time to complete. Let’s not mention the level of injustice, just the number will be too large to make people blame.

The honey buds responsible for logistics have calculated that if the corpses that make up the spirit-feeding totem are used to feed the ghost gold or the bone-devil table, they can all get huge returns that make Ye Zhongming tempted.

This shows the large number.

Faced with these souls that would cause huge attacks on the body and mind, the Father chose a different way from Ye Zhongming to resist.

Ye Zhongming relied solely on defensive equipment and potions as well as being a controller and low-level advantage to defend, and the Father chose to attack.

He had to attack. The Father's condition was too bad. He could not guarantee that he would be able to survive the unscrupulous attack by these things.

Although the space is broken, the connection between the Father and the surroundings is restored, and his own energy will not be lost, but these innocent souls are like blood-sucking insects, constantly absorbing physical strength, mental energy, and absorption from his body. Energy, sucking flesh and skin hair...

Each one can't **** much, but the amount is too scary.

The continuous dancing of the wind and thunder twins in the hand of the Father is not the kind of horrible to almost instantaneous sword light, but some energy snakes, which constantly fly out of the sword and continue to attack these innocent souls to reduce the holy. The hurt of the father.

The soldiers outside the dawn temple saw this scene and went forward to prepare for rescue, but this time was not just now. How could the posthumous people and the people in Genting have made them do what they wanted, and flocked to confrontation, and some places even happened directly. The **** conflict, but was quickly stopped by the leaders of both sides, led by Xia Lei and Saint Virgin, and could only stare at each other.

Many Genting soldiers also thought about it, such as Xia Bai and her team, but they were prevented. This sea of ​​soul is not something that ordinary people can enter. The result of entering is probably not too good.

Xia Lei was equally worried, but by this time, she could only trust her man.

Soul storm continues, no one knows the situation inside, no one knows what the final result will be.

Until a ray of light suddenly lit up.

That was the result of the father putting the wind and thunder twins on the ground, standing on the back two steps away, and pounding his hands heavily on the ground.

That is the purest power of light.

At a moment when life is at stake, the Father inspired his original power and consumed the most powerful and bright skills.

"It's the baptism of the sacred!"

Many warriors of the Dawning Temple have the urge to kneel down. This is the most familiar Father’s ability. Every ten thousand days of falling sand, they will be baptized by this ability. That’s why many people enter the next level. The best opportunity.

Life baptism, while blessing people with the same light attributes, has terrifying damage to the dark line. These souls of injustice are just a kind of dark power.

After the Holy Light, the world was quiet day by day.

Ye Zhongming opened his eyes, he was a little depressed, looking at the father who was also extremely embarrassed, there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

He did not know that everything would continue, and he could survive these injustices, even if it was not possible, he was prepared to sacrifice the elves of the earth, in order to kill the Father naturally.

Being able to kill a ninth-level strongman, Ye Zhongming thought it was worth it.

It was just that he didn't expect that the Father still had the power and means to break the almost unsolvable injustice attack. He didn't die and survived.

Ye Zhongming can be sure that the Father's injury is extremely serious, but no one can say whether he can fight anymore.

If he still has the power, then...

Ye Zhongming was a little afraid to imagine.

Both sides spontaneously surrounded behind their respective leaders, waiting for the next moment to arrive.

Or retreat, or fight dead.

"Hehehehehehe..."

The father straightened his waist, and his appearance was a little inferior, and even his body shook. He put his hands on the wind and thunder twins, and still looked sharply at Ye Zhongming.

"I'm not dead." The Father's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but there was unspeakable complacency in it.

"Hand over your way to your world, and I allow you to be slaves to the temple."

"Where are you confident?" Ye Zhongming replied, but what he said shocked the other core members. In fact, his voice was more unpleasant than that of the Father, as if the vocal cords were split.

The Father shook his head, "Then you are going to die, and I will get what I want from your corpse, or the captive's mouth."

Having finished speaking, he raised Fenglei Twins and pointed to Ye Zhongming.

This action made many Genting warriors immediately stand beside their leaders.

"All give up!"

Ye Zhongming shouted, and the chest vibration brought a severe cough. He blushed, sneered, and said to the Father: "Come on!"

Everyone was frightened by the seemingly deadly posture of two people.

Father suddenly smiled, and he directed Feng Lei and Twins, "I really can't do it for the time being, but as long as you give me a time to fall on the sand, I will have enough power to kill you. And a day on the sand, you can How much recovery?"

"I won't give you this time!" Ye Zhongming responded.

The Father continued to smile, "My children will give."

After that, he waved his hand forward and ordered the whole army to attack.

The remaining soldiers in the Temple of Dawn can indeed win the Father a recovery time for a day of sand.

"Poof!"

The father's hand hadn't fallen yet, he saw in his chest, a cold moon stabbed through from behind!