Chapter 1189 Counterattack

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"snort"

"You bitches from the Fu family died under the thunderbolts of the Gods. It's an advantage for you!"

The thick fog in the mountain stream was forced back layer by layer.

A transparent white light shield shrouded it, completely isolating the mountain stream from the fog.

Among the stone walls on both sides of the mountain stream.

Ten men and women wearing Lei family clothes came out.

Ten monks.

They are all golden elixir cultivation.

Lei Wenlin, the leader, has reached the peak of the golden elixir.

Standing behind him was Lei Wenbo, who was on the ninth level of the Golden Core. He was the one who spoke at the beginning. Lei Wushang, one of the three great Nascent Souls of the Lei family who died in the Hongling Mountains of the Fu family, was Lei Wenbo's biological grandfather.

Lei Wenbo looked at the pile of boulders in front of him.

A look of joy and relief flashed in his eyes.

but.

More of a reluctance.

His grandfather actually died at the hands of a low-ranking Fu family. He couldn't swallow this feeling!

"Bitch!"

"If you die like this, wouldn't it be an advantage for you?"

Lei Wenbo smiled ferociously.

Patting the storage bag, a blood-colored bottle was revealed.

He was about to cast a spell.

But he was stopped by Lei Wenlin:

"Wenbo, don't be careless. Our ancestors have told you that Fu Shiyi's soul must be brought back to the Lei family intact. After the ancestors have interrogated and examined it, you can do whatever you want to do with it!"

Lei Wenlin finished speaking.

The other eight golden elixirs took a step forward one after another, and with a flick of their wrists, black formation flags were suspended in the air. Lei Wenlin jumped up and floated in the center. At the same time, he held the central formation disk and injected a stream of true essence into the formation disk.

Instantly.

The entire mountain stream was filled with gloomy wind.

On the heads of the eight golden elixirs, wisps of milky white figures flashed out. They quickly sat cross-legged and meditated. Their hands were tied with the same marks as Lei Wenlin's hands. Lei Wenlin was seen silently reciting incantations.

The next moment.

A black rope instantly shot out from Lei Wenlin's array.

Shuttle towards the pile of boulders under the ground.

"Huh?"

The soul-locking rope walked around the boulder.

No soul was found.

what happened?

Lei Wenlin was shocked. The power of the divine thunder arrow just now would only kill Fu Shiyi to death, but his soul would not be wiped out.

Could it be?

A flash of inspiration.

Ravenlin didn't have time to react.

But see.

The soul-locking rope extending to the boulder pile seemed to be imprisoned by someone, and what was even more terrifying was that a terrifying suction force was absorbing the power of their souls attached to the formation flag through the soul-locking rope!

Lei Wenlin wanted to break free,

But he couldn't move.

His pupils shrank.

I was shocked.

Apparently.

Fu Shiyi is not dead at all!

and,

I don’t know what magic was used at this time. It's devouring their soul power!

Lei Wenlin glanced around.

When he discovered the eight golden elixirs in his clan, his temples were turning gray, his eyes were beginning to wrinkle, and age spots appeared on his face. He bit the tip of his tongue hard and tried his best to push back some of the terrifying suction.

call out:

"Cultural Museum"

"Quick, interrupt the formation, Fu Shiyi is not dead yet!!!"

Fu Shiyi is not dead? !

Lei Wenbo was stunned.

He also noticed something strange about Lei Wenlin. He thought it was a normal reaction to casting a spell!

Never thought!

This bitch Fu Shiyi is not dead yet!

Lei Wenbo struck Lei Wenlin's central array with a palm. Thunder suddenly appeared, the formation flag was interrupted, the formation was broken, and suffered backlash. Lei Wenlin's nine golden elixirs vomited blood one after another and fell down like dumplings. .

at the same time.

Lei Wenbo threw the blood bottle in his hand onto the boulder, smiled cruelly, and the seal changed: "Broken!"