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…”

soul-killing net touched the light shield, the cold and

madly devouring the Yin Sha

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

spirit is very useful for David’s

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

a hint of amusement

jump in David’s palm, and the color of the flames

“Burn it!”

flames were like a mad dragon out of the sea, instantly burning the three soul demon nets into

continued to move forward, attacking the three men in

offered a black banner with skulls carved all over it. When the banner was unfolded, thousands of ghosts emerged, but it didn’t even last half a breath under the glass flames, and

a fused supreme fire. How could he have such

twelve bronze nails flew out of his sleeves. The nails were engraved with twisted soul texts, forming a miniature magic circle

the bronze nails broke apart inch by inch, and hot

“Retreat!”

black acted decisively, and the gourd on his waist suddenly exploded, releasing thousands of spikes

a ball of fire condensed in an instant. This fireball seemed