Jiang Xiaofan looked cold and his eyes were sarcastic. With his current situation, he really didn't know when he would see Xiao Xueer again. His clothes, including the spare clothes in his space ring, were selected by Ye Yuanxue for him personally. Now some people dare to say that this is inferior clothing.

He was very angry!

"Buzz!"

The space trembles, twisting like water rays.

The golden light flashed in his eyes, but it was extremely cold. The golden holy light soared into the sky, making him look like he was poured with gold, and even his hair was dyed with a layer of golden light.

"You all have to die!"

A tiny ball of lightning condensed in his right hand, and electric arcs flashed around him.

"puff!"

A demon soul that rushed forward was shattered in an instant.

"Seven Killing Formation, a seven Killing Formation, do you think it can stop me with it?"

Jiang Xiaofan's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and solemn, causing the seven powerful phantom gods to tremble.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

There were still many dead soldiers in the Seven Killing Formation, but at this moment, dozens of divine lights were scattered outside Jiang Xiaofan's body, each of which was surrounded by extremely terrifying aura. Although others had not moved, corpses kept falling down around him, bleeding.

Ancient military control technique!

"cut!"

The word "Slay" is a general and whistled, like a divine weapon suppressing it, shattering two demon souls at the same time.

"The soul gathers but does not disperse, and the evil spirit surrounds the body. I will help you to free it!"

Jiang Xiaofan looked at the demon soul that was broken by him but reunited.

His eyes were still cold, but his body was filled with golden light, and a solemn aura of great compassion and mercy filled his eyes, which shocked the dead men in the Seven Killing Formation.

The cold murderous intent and compassionate atmosphere, these two contradictory auras actually appeared on one person at the same time!

"Namo Amitabha night, Dotagata night, Dodiye night, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Vijara, Amitabha, Vijarador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gajana..."

Jiang Xiaofan looked cold. Although others were not moving, they stood quietly in place, but they spit out ancient and awkward runes. Every word he fell, the demon soul in the killing formation would tremble, and the evil eyes gradually became clear.

This is a sacred ancient text recorded in Buddhist scriptures, called the Mantra of Rebirth.

This mantra has no attack power or any defense. It is an ancient method to save the undead spirits and a magical mantra for clearing the souls. It can allow the turbid and bound resentment to return to the original heart and enter the samsara.

Therefore, it is also called the Soul Calling Sutra.

"What is he doing?!"

The seven illusion gods and eighth level cultivators all showed surprise.

They couldn't understand what Jiang Xiaofan was chanting, nor did they feel that the golden runes had any dangerous aura. But despite this, they felt very uneasy and inexplicably panic.

"Namo Amitabha night, Dotagata night, Dodiye night, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Vijara, Amitabha, Vijarador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gamirador, Gajana..."

Jiang Xiaofan's expression remains unchanged, his speech remains unchanged, and his scriptures remain unchanged.

Praying this ancient scripture does not require advanced cultivation, but it requires the heart to reach the city and will consume spiritual and mental power. Jiang Xiaofan didn't care about this. Whether it is the demon clan in the burial place of gods and ghosts, or the demon clan in the human world, they all have kindness to him. Now that he sees the soul of the demon clan being so bound, he is willing to do his best.

"Demon Soul...Tengshe Soul is resisting me!"

"So too!"

"And the Electric Bird Soul, what's going on? What happened!"

The seven great illusion gods and eighth level powerful people are puzzled.

"No matter how many, disciples, rush for me and take down that evil beast!"

A middle-aged man spoke and yelled at the death warrior in the killing formation, but he himself urged the Seven Killing Formation crazily. But what shocked him was that the resistance of the demon souls in the formation was getting stronger and stronger, and they were already unable to control it, and they did not move any longer from the initial difficult step to the present.

Jiang Xiaofan's eyes were extremely cold. Looking at the many dead soldiers who were pounced on him, he showed no mercy. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of sword energy of the sky rushed over, almost piercing the space into a brush.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The dead soldiers who rushed forward fell to the sky one by one, and the blood dyed the earth red.

"Rebirth in the Pure Land, the soul will be reincarnated!"

Jiang Xiaofan finally spit out eight words, and the divine light flashed in his eyes. Seven golden runes floated out from his eyebrows, accurately imprinted on the eyebrows of the seven demon souls, and immediately made their pupils clean as dust.

"Thanks!"

Ordinary demon clans, if they have not reached the realm of the Human Emperor, generally cannot speak out.

But at this moment, the seven demon souls heard such a sound of thought.

The evil spirit on their bodies dissipated, and their souls became clean and flawless, and they all looked at Jiang Xiaofan with gratitude. Then the next moment, Jiang Xiaofan waved his hand, and their soul bodies began to shine, turning into golden light and drifted, shooting into the sky.

"What did you do, you?!"

The seven great illusion gods and eighth level cultivators changed their color. At this moment, they finally completely lost control of the demon souls in the Seven Killing Formation. With a crisp sound of the big flag stuck on the ground, a clear crack appeared.

"nothing……"

Jiang Xiaofan looked cold and waved his right hand lightly, putting away the golden runes all over the sky.

"boom!"

He raised his hand calmly, and a golden sword aura was pressed down, and he cut open the Seven Killing Formation with a squeak.

"You...you..."

The seven middle-aged men in the eighth level of the fantasy god finally changed color.

The most important immortal demon soul of the Seven Killing Formation dissipated, and the formation naturally became extremely weak. At this moment, Jiang Xiaofan fell down with a sword energy, easily shattering it, turning into bits of dust, and drifting with the wind.

"Don't worry, he is only one person, and his cultivation is not as high as me!"

"Yes, the seven of us are enough to suppress him!"

Someone shouted.

"kill!"

One of the more majestic men was the most popular and directly slaughtered them.

Jiang Xiaofan did not move until the man rushed forward and raised his head.

"puff!"

He tilted his head slightly, the golden sword energy passed by, and a head flew out diagonally.

"this!"

"impossible!"

All the other six people changed their color.

Looking at the headless corpse lying on the ground, blood sprayed, they suddenly felt cold all over. They killed one of them with just one blow. Is this combat power really possessed by a cultivator of the fifth level of the illusion god?

"boom……"

The earth shook, and dozens of killings rushed down from the ground.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The last eight dead soldiers were pierced and fell to the sky.

Jiang Xiaofan stood on the ground, and beside him, there was a dead body lying, with blood flowing like a stream. This scene made the remaining six phantom god cultivators shudder. They used the dead soldiers as cannon fodder, and had never considered anyone who could survive. However, at this moment, all of these dead soldiers were really dead. Looking at the scene in front of them, a deep fear arose in their hearts.

Because Jiang Xiaofan is still standing there!

Jiang Xiaofan raised his head, and his cold eyes made the six middle-aged men shocked.

"Swish..."

He disappeared in an instant, and appeared in front of one of them the next moment. His golden hand stretched out and penetrated into the man's chest without any hesitation.

"You...you..."

"puff!"

Jiang Xiaofan shook his right hand, blood splattered everywhere, and another middle-aged man in the seventh level of the Phantom God fell, his body split into pieces, falling to the ground, dyeing a piece of soil red.

All the five remaining middle-aged men were shocked. Looking at Jiang Xiaofan's ruthless eyes, they couldn't help but retreat, and their arms holding the treasure were trembling.

"How is that possible!"

In just a few breaths, two cultivators from the Eighth Level of the Illusion God were killed, clean and neatly without any drag. This terrifying combat power scared them.
To be continued...