Volume 2: The Supreme Master Chapter 67: The Minor Soul Restriction Array

  But the beast's law decision has not stopped, and with the acceleration of his law decision, one after another spiritual beasts' virtual shadows emerge from the depths of the void and enter the Soul Capturing Array.

  A cultivator swiftly buried a few spiritual stones at the foot of the formation.

  The spiritual beast's shadow enters the formation, only needing to guide the spiritual power to urge it to transform into a shadow of the spiritual beast. These spiritual beast shadows have not condensed into shape, but they have some oppressive effect on the essence condensed gray bird.

  Zhang Hao saw Hei Lao San and Mo Xiao Qi whispering to each other in low voices, and transmitted his voice, saying: "You two still don't quickly come to help, Hei Lao San controls the five elements of fire to set up a fire net above the formation, Mo Xiao Qi quickly stimulates the sword intent in your body, hiding in various places."

  The two of them immediately returned to their posts and resumed their duties.

  "It's coming, it's coming... the master!" The beast's words had barely fallen when a giant grey bird landed above the Hongchen Sword Gate, its massive pressure descending from the sky. A sharp, ear-piercing cry issued from the grey bird's mouth.

  The sky above was changing unpredictably, with wave after wave of cold air gathering from all directions, causing the temperature on the entire Heaven's Sword Peak to drop sharply.

  Zhang Hao took a deep breath, took out a five-product Ling stone, and snapped his fingers. The Ling stone fell into the central array eye.

  The massive spiritual array underfoot suddenly activated.

  A giant bird, identical to the gray bird, emerged from the array and floated in mid-air. Its feathers were dark gray, its shape was lifelike, and it gazed at the huge gray bird on top of its head, opening its long beak and letting out a sharp cry.

  "The beast's crazy divine sense responded with a low exclamation: 'This refined soul gray bird is not easy to deal with, fortunately it's not a spiritual beast!'"

  Feeling the urgent cries of the gray birds in the void, the gray bird floating above the Hongchen Sword Gate tilted its head and glanced at the gray bird on the formation with a slanted gaze.

  With a flap of its wings, it stirred up a massive gust of wind and shot towards the Gray Sparrow's formation like lightning.

  Zhang Hao's heart tightened slightly, and his hands made a series of swift and precise gestures, just as the flying bird was about to land within the formation.

  A law enforcement officer swiftly took off.

  Everywhere hidden symbol arrays one by one emerge a crystal bright light.

  The forest in the southwest direction seemed to rise with a dazzling light like a sunrise.

  A dense, blazing web of flames floated in the void, entrapping the Gray Bird's Web Array. Fine, intricate sword intent enveloped a powerful, unstoppable battle intent, shooting straight up into the sky.

  Mo Xiaoqi stood proudly with his hair blown back by the wind, the Broken Soul Sword in his hand emitting a powerful killing intent under the urging of the spiritual energy within him.

  Jian Xiu is a straightforward and decisive killing, cutting through thorns and brambles with unyielding determination.

  Hei Lao San's face, as black as ink, showed no color, having broken through the 9th layer of Qi training for several months. At this moment, when he was using all his strength to stimulate the Five Elements fire and control the flames in the Jie Ling Array, something hidden within him seemed to be on the verge of awakening.

  He seemed to have fallen into a volcano, with flames shining brightly all around him.

  "It's hot! So hot! Amidst the endless, raging flames, a small flame emerged from the depths of the sea, swallowing and spitting out. Hei Lao San's skin quickly turned bright red, his dark complexion slowly fading away. His originally charred face gradually became radiant with a reddish glow, fine red sparks spraying out from the pores on his face."

  The fiery red giant net in the Soul Array transformed into a crimson color, gradually changing from crimson to a golden red glow, with even more powerful flames.

  The grey soul of the ash bird was scorched by the golden red flames and let out a mournful, sharp cry.

  In the formation, spiritual energy surges and soul power presses down, spreading out in all directions to cover the sky and earth.

  Zhang Hao was at the center of the formation, in the main array eye position. He was the first to bear the brunt, and the powerful soul pressure made him dizzy and disoriented, as if he had been struck on the head with a giant club. He felt as though white lights were flashing before his eyes, and the stars shone brightly, making him feel like he was about to stumble and fall to the ground.

  He let out a clear drink, and the nine yang energies in his body rushed into the sea of consciousness, gradually restoring his mental clarity. His Taoist robe fluttered and danced, and the silver-white aura emitted by the hairband on his head clashed with the soul pressure on top of his head.

  Chirp...... Chirp...... Chirp...... Chirp...... Sharp cries, as if countless swords were clashing.

  A loud and clear cry, exploding in the midst of everyone's sea of consciousness.

  Zhang Hao let out a thunderous roar, his voice gathering the Haoran spiritual energy in the array and exploding with a loud crash. The dragon-shaped sword in his hand shot up towards the sky, countless tiny sword edges transforming into sparkling lights that shot towards the grey bird's head.

  Mo Xiaoqiu's shattered soul was like icy water from a deep well, tearing through the sky and striking down towards the gray bird.

  A golden light flashed in the eyes of the beast, and countless illusory spirits emerged from its body, swirling around it as they let out a series of shocking and terrifying roars.

  Desolate and mournful howls echoed through the air, intermingled with the oppressive aura of ancient, otherworldly beasts' souls.

  The grey bird on top was dizzy, but it resisted various pressures with great effort. When Zhang Hao's delicate sword intent fell on its wings, it scraped out a fine silver light.

  Only Mo Xiaoyu's Ruyuan Yijian emitted a dull sound, like the sound of a sharp blade cutting through a piece of rotten cloth.

  Pfft!

  Zhen's heart was filled with joy as he heard this muffled sound within the formation.

  At this moment, the gray birds in the array were seen shaking their wings and bodies as if they had been electrocuted. The feathers on their wings emitted a burst of gray smoke, and a foul odor wafted down from the air.

  The narrow and long double eyes floated with a hint of strange color, this gray bird was the gathering of essence, how could it release a gray mist, could it be that this thing had been refined by human life into a kind of spiritual pet.

  The crowd's spirits seemed to be suddenly pressed underwater, and a wave of suffocating helplessness spread through the hearts of the people.

  Zhang Hao exerted his utmost effort to circulate the spiritual energy within his body, only to discover that his countless apertures and pores seemed to be simultaneously blocked. The grey airflow contained a strange odor that could suppress the cultivator's divine soul and the circulation of their spiritual energy.

  His entire body had become unusually heavy, and he couldn't even move his fingers a single bit.

  There is still a glimmer of clarity in his mind.

  Although the gray bird was trapped in the formation, it did not suffer any substantial damage. It is a spiritual body, and even if it suffers heavy injuries, as long as it is stored in the talisman and nourished with spiritual energy, it can recover again.

  The gray airflow released behind it is the vengeful spirit of the dead collected by Zuo Ci on the battlefield, refined from the evil energy of Jiuyin and transformed into Youquan's energy, which can suppress the soul and restrain the cultivator's spiritual power.

  Zhang Hao felt his body becoming increasingly heavy, as if he was about to sink into the underworld. He slightly opened his eyes and saw that the place where he sat had not sunk at all, so he knew it was just the spiritual pressure creating an illusion. However, if this continued, his spirit would collapse without a fight, and even his soul would be absorbed by the refined soul of the gray bird.

  His body was getting heavier and heavier despite his diligent practice of the Stellar Energy Cultivation Technique.

  Many strange and bizarre illusions appeared in his eyes.

  Large and small ghosts shuttled back and forth, some holding books and pens, some holding forks and spears, some running wildly without heads, some with one leg and one arm, some with red faces and big bellies and long beards, and also people with long tongues and bony bodies.

  These ghostly soldiers in the formation shuttled back and forth, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws as they flew towards the cultivators inside the formation.

  In the array, there was only one person, whose mind was as calm as water, unaffected by anything. The gray smoke that fell around him three feet away was burned to ashes by a purple flame.

  Those ghostly apparitions that ran back and forth turned into black smoke and ashes ten feet away. Dark clouds rose and churned in the Soul-Imprisoning Array.

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