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Chapter eight hundred and ninety fourth painting soul reincarnation

Shang Hao and the other two were flying in the sky. At this time, the entire area had become quiet. They could not find the man in black robe and did not see the battle.

The three of them searched for a long time before they realized that this would not work.

"We need to cut into a key point." Chen Ming said in a deep voice.

Shang Hao and Yan Huang nodded and landed on the ground. In front of them, Shang Hao set up the Mitian Formation. Chen Ming and both were a little surprised. It was difficult to get a hidden formation, and even they did not have such resources.

The three of them sat cross-legged on the ground, and Yan Emperor said directly: "Although these black-robed men can be transformed by immortals, they are all like mummies. After my immortals can contact them, they will automatically transform into dirty blood."

Faced with such a situation, Shang Hao thought about it carefully and there were certain problems. He also said this together when he saw it before.

In fact, Yan Emperor already knew that he thought his energy was too strong, which made these black-robed men unable to bear. Now it seems that it is not the case.

According to common sense, those immortals with low levels will be limited by immortals with high levels, and then their energy can be absorbed.

"It seems that it is difficult for us to solve it. Maybe we can make a fuss about this dirty blood!" Chen Ming could only come up with such a solution.

Shang Hao and Yan Huang looked at each other and stared at Chen Ming. They didn't expect that they could do this and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's find a man in black robe first." Shang Hao said directly.

The three of them flew extremely fast, but the black-robed man seemed to have disappeared, and there was no trace at all. The whole area was so quiet that it was too weird.

Shang Hao remembered that those men in black robe could suddenly appear in the dark. They must have some hidden means. When they met Yan Emperor before, if Yan Emperor hadn't discovered that Shang Hao and Kong Liang had been completely attacked.

He explained this to the two people around him.

Yan Emperor nodded slightly, and realized that it was his negligence. He explained: "Yes, those people do have some hidden ways, which will suddenly disappear while attacking, but..."

Before Yan Emperor could finish his words, his body turned into flames, and the powerful immortal could cover Shang Hao and Chen Ming.

At this moment, at least a hundred black immortal energy appeared around Shang Hao and the other two, impacting their bodies.

Fortunately, Yan Emperor's reaction was fast enough to protect Shang Hao and Chen Ming.

Shang Hao and Chen Ming both held immortal weapons. Although Yan Emperor did not have immortal weapons, his strength was strong enough, and the flames had gathered together.

"Don't move, you two!" Yan Emperor lowered his voice, and he had already noticed that there were ninety-three emperor-level seventh-level powerful men around him, and there were too many.

The Yan Emperor's body rotated rapidly, and countless red fireballs were released around him. The fireballs attacked directly on the enemy's body.

In an instant, most of the enemy was killed or injured, and they were transformed into a ball of dirty blood.

This time, the Yan Emperor lost a lot of immortal energy. He rushed forward to deal with the black-robed men at the seventh level of the emperor.

Shang Hao and Chen Ming looked at each other and rushed forward quickly to join the battle.

Wu Yin appeared, and Shang Hao kept fighting in it. Although there were many enemies, he was strong after all, and he also possessed an immortal weapon. He almost pierced an enemy with one sword.

Chen Ming was also very strong, and the long sword in his hand kept stabbing at the enemy. The Qinghong Sword had turned into a real red, releasing super energy and constantly fighting.

In a moment, more than ninety immortals at the seventh level of the emperor had been wiped out by Shang Hao and the other two.

They all landed on the ground and suffered heavy physical damage.

Chen Ming looked at the pool of dirty blood in front of him, walked forward, holding the Qinghong Sword and stabbed it at the dirty blood. He saw that the Qinghong Sword had a different situation again. The green sword turned red, and the energy was directly absorbed by Chen Ming.

For a moment, he couldn't stand firm.

Shang Hao and Yan Huang hurried to him and supported his body.

Chen Ming took a deep breath to stabilize his body, and had already understood everything, and explained, "My Qinghong Sword can absorb blood and immortal energy. From this point of view, everything about the enemy, including memory, but he is not a human being!"

"Is it a demon?" Yan Emperor asked foolishly.

Chen Ming clenched his fists, wanted to curse people and keep himself calm, and said, "No, these so-called dirty blood are not ordinary dirty blood, but the essence and blood of a person with powerful energy, which contains holy-level immortal energy!"

"How is that possible?" Yan Emperor could not believe it even more.

Shang Hao said in a deep voice: "Who is it?"

Chen Ming shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know. I saw something in my memory."

In my memory, Chen Ming discovered that a man in a black robe released the essence and blood in his body. In front of him was the ground. After the essence and blood entered the ground, they kept crawling out of the ground like a mummy.

As the man's white palm stretched out from his sleeves, a black energy surged out from his palms, covering the bodies of the mummies with a black cover, and the cover quickly turned into a black robe.

Shang Hao stared at his eyes and said in a deep voice: "This is..."

Chen Ming nodded slightly, his voice trembled slightly: "That's right, this is the reincarnation of the soul painting!"

It turned out to be the reincarnation of the soul painting.

Yan Emperor had never thought that the so-called soul reincarnation can be called a taboo method. Although the dead immortals will turn into nothingness after death, as long as their bodies exist, they will transform into a different existence. They do not seem to exist, but in fact they are real.

"The Immortal Battlefield is a good place to perform such skills!" Chen Ming lowered his voice.

Shang Hao understood this point. The so-called soul-painting reincarnation requires a saint-level strong man to complete it. The absorbed immortals cannot be retained at all, but many unabsorbed immortal energy may be broken, both in ashes and in the body.

Even if it turns into ashes, it will eventually be one.

Spaces like the Immortal Battlefield are actually completely sealed. There are too many dead people here, like lonely ghosts, and they will take advantage of this opportunity to regain their lives.

The powerful may have energy to have consciousness, but unless it is at the level of a saint, it is impossible for ordinary immortal emperors to have consciousness at all.

Shang Hao took a deep breath. At this time, he also had a strong fighting spirit and said, "Where is this person?"

"I didn't see much clearly, but the Qinghong Sword can sense the existence of immortal energy or essence and blood absorbed by it. If the energy of these people comes from one place, as long as I can judge the existence with the strongest sensing, we can find the caster!"

Chen Ming explained.
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