Maybe I shouldn't die.

The monster's soul was becoming weaker and weaker under the attack of the sword.

Liu Yihe couldn't help but worry again. He hoped that Uncle Lan would not stop and completely destroy this soul. A living soul is much more useful than a dead one.

Fortunately, Lan Linghe didn't let him worry for too long. When the demonic energy around the soul became so faint that it was almost invisible, he raised his hand to retract the golden sword beams, and with his other hand he threw out a bowl-shaped magic weapon, ready to collect the soul first.

It was also during the gap when he retracted the sword that the demon soul turned around and ran away. Most of the cultivators in his hands were left behind, except for the love-minded male cultivator who had been possessed by him.

However, his soul was extremely weak at this moment, and his escape speed was not very fast.

It didn't run far before the magic weapon thrown by Lan Linghe from behind caught up with it, and soon the magic weapon was behind the monster's soul.

It seemed that the monster’s soul was about to be collected by the magic weapon.

Changes occur again.

A fierce look flashed in the soul's eyes. Without hesitation, he threw the male cultivator in his hand in front of him, and then inserted one hand into the male cultivator's chest.

Take out a bloody heart.

The male cultivator's spiritual power was already restrained, and he had no power to resist at all, and he let out a shrill scream instantly.

Blood splattered on the monster's soul's face, but he didn't care. Instead, he showed a cruel and greedy smile.

Without hesitation, he put the bloody heart into his mouth, chewing it and swallowing it.

In a short while, the heart was devoured by him.

The monster greedily licked the blood on his fingers, with a hint of unsatisfied feeling in his eyes. After swallowing the heart, thick black air appeared around him again.

Seeing this scene, disgust flashed in Lan Linghe's eyes.

The monster was so rampant that it dared to eat people in front of him.

Anger arose in his heart, and he no longer had the intention to tease the monster carelessly.

There was a slight flash of golden light under his feet, and he had already arrived next to the monster. At the same time, a long sword appeared in his hand, which was glowing with golden light, and he chopped towards the monster.

The monster's soul instantly felt its entire body go hairy, and without even bothering to replenish its soul power, it raised its hand and threw the male cultivator, whose heart had been taken out, towards the sword.

The male cultivator was split into two halves the moment he touched the sword and fell under the sea of ​​clouds.

The male cultivator who had been barely alive after his heart was taken out was instantly dead beyond death.

The monster couldn't help but feel distressed when seeing this. These were specially cultivated rations, and they just fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

Even if he was a monster, he knew that the depths beneath the sea of ​​clouds were unfathomable and that the corpse would be difficult to recover.

But at this time he could no longer protect himself, and the look of heartache only appeared for a moment before it turned into a look of fear.

Because after the golden sword split the body of the male cultivator, it did not stop at all and continued to attack him.

If this sword hits your body, it would definitely be painful.

He didn't care about the damage to his soul and body at this moment, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

This is a big move.

Sure enough, the silver horn on his forehead suddenly emitted light, and then a blood-red light shot out from the tip of the horn and attacked the long sword.

Although Lan Linghe had already known through previous tests that the strength of this monster soul was a bit weak, even inferior to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone a ferocious high-level monster.

If it weren't for the silver horn on the forehead of this soul, he almost suspected that this was not the soul of a monster, but an evil cultivator disguised as a monster.

After all, the cultivation world has been fighting against monsters for tens of thousands of years, and no one has ever heard that monsters actually have souls.

But when he saw the blood-red light emanating from the silver horn, he was able to confirm that it was indeed the soul of a monster.

He has already cultivated to the late Nascent Soul stage, so naturally he has been to the battlefield between humans and demons and is naturally familiar with the methods of the monsters.

After a monster breaks through to a higher level, it can transform into a human form and develop intelligence. One of the important characteristics of a monster after transformation is that it will grow a horn on its forehead.

This horn is both the monster's weakness and a tool for them to display their talents.

Even the color of the horns varies depending on the level of the monster. The horns of high-level monsters are generally silver, and the blood light released by the monster's soul at this moment is their innate ability.

This blood light is extremely evil and has a strong power of pollution and corrosion. No matter what kind of magic weapon it is, it will be damaged if it is contaminated by it.

Although Lan Linghe firmly believed that his sword was strong enough, he did not want to try to use his sword to touch the blood.

This is his natal sword.

Once contaminated, the cultivation will also be damaged.

So at the moment when the blood was about to touch the sword, Lan Linghe retracted the sword into his body without hesitation.

Without the long sword blocking it, the blood light immediately attacked Lan Linghe.

I saw the blood was about to fall on him.

The monster showed a cruel smile on his face when he saw this.

He used an open strategy, and the blood attack would either fall on the sword or on the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The swordsman can only choose to use his own sword to bear the damage, or bear the damage himself. At such a close distance, the opponent will not have time to dodge.

No matter which result it is, it will be beneficial to him.

He did not expect that the blood light could kill the other party, but as long as he could injure the other party, then he would have a chance to escape.

That's right, he had long realized that he was no match for this sword cultivator, and it was impossible for him to take away those captured cultivators. He now only hoped that he could escape.

As for the failure of the plan, it doesn't matter.

As long as he can escape alive, there will be plenty of opportunities to plan again.

There will always be a chance to avenge this grudge, as the human cultivators say.

As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood.

Although in his eyes these monks were just food, he had to admit that some of what they said made sense.

There are so many thoughts in my mind, but in reality they are just a passing moment.

The blood light fell on the sword cultivator, instantly dyeing the entire sea of ​​clouds blood red. Seeing this, the several Jindan cultivators who were watching could not help but stop breathing.

Naturally, they also recognized what this blood light was, although it was much smaller than the blood light emitted by the high-level monsters they had seen on the battlefield before.

But the power of pollution and corrosion will not be reduced much.

In order to protect his own natal sword, Master Uncle Lan had no choice but to face the blood light. Although it was impossible for Master Uncle to die under the blood light, it was inevitable for him to get hurt.

There was some worry in their eyes, and someone couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Uncle Lan will be alright, right?"