A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5135

The black-clothed man had no expression on his face. As the bell rang, the ball of light completely disappeared into the runes on the bell.

At this moment, three pupils as dark as night turned to David at the same time.

The leader’s voice was like two pieces of broken ice rubbing against each other: “There is a powerful soul in your sea of consciousness. Hand him over.”

David’s heart sank, and he subconsciously used the Condensation Heart Technique to protect his sea of consciousness.

“No.” David’s tone was cold.

“If you don’t accept my toast, you will be punished.” The black-clothed man stopped talking nonsense. The three of them formed seals at the same time, and three black light ropes flew out of their sleeves. The thousands of soul fires strung on the light ropes suddenly surged, turning into a large soul-killing net that covered David. A

shrill cry came from the net, which actually caused ripples in David’s sea of consciousness.

Three soul-killing nets came over like spider webs, and the cries of thousands of dead souls in the nets turned into physical sound waves, which hurt David’s eardrums.

He subconsciously activated the indestructible golden body, and his whole body was covered with golden scales.

Hu Mazi also instantly sacrificed several talismans to form shields around them.

“Sizzle…”

cold and piercing soul fires turned into

devouring the Yin Sha power he came

evil spirit is so fu**ing pure…” David was very shocked. He didn’t expect that the Yin Sha spirit of these

is very useful for

and for the first time showed a look of surprise on his withered face: “Impossible! The power of the soul demon kills gods and demons. How can

did not answer, but a hint of amusement

palm, and the color of the

“Burn it!”

like a mad dragon out of the sea, instantly burning the three soul demon

move forward, attacking the three

carved all over it. When the banner was unfolded, thousands of ghosts emerged, but it didn’t even last half a breath under

supreme fire. How could he have

the middle exclaimed, and twelve bronze nails flew out of his sleeves. The nails were engraved with twisted soul texts, forming a miniature

the soul texts on the bronze nails broke apart inch by inch, and hot sparks

“Retreat!”

his waist suddenly exploded, releasing thousands of spikes condensed from soul evil,

an instant. This fireball seemed inconspicuous, but