The dragon soul only felt that his body seemed to be about to dissipate, and the magic began to rush out from where he was penetrated, and the originally physical body also became empty at this moment.

"Suppress!" The old man with white hair looked at the dragon soul that was about to dissipate and knew that the dragon soul had entered the weak stage, so it was the best time to kill the dragon soul. He waved the sickle in his hand and landed directly on the dragon soul's head.

Suddenly, a ray of light came from the head of the dragon soul, blocking the attack of the white-haired old man, but the magic of the dragon soul dissipated even faster.

Lao Wu also quickly fired a continuous bead arrow. Although the power of the continuous bead arrow was not as powerful as the previous arrow, each arrow shot at the same position, causing the dragon soul to suffer severe damage one after another. He saw that the back half of his body had completely dissipated, leaving only the front half of his body, but it had faded extremely, and there were signs of destruction at any time.

The old man with a thief-eyed eyebrow was severely injured and did not launch an attack, but he still took out a colorful divine chain and threw it to the middle-aged man around him.

Although the middle-aged man couldn't stand the old man with a scathing look, they were now fighting the enemy together, so he did not hesitate at all. He immediately caught the chain and rushed over with another man beside him. The two of them sacrificed the chain at the same time, preparing to trap the dragon soul in one fell swoop, and then refine the power of the dragon soul.

"You want to kill me, you are delusional." Longhun said coldly, and suddenly he saw the light in his head, and the magic power that had originally dissipated around him instantly condensed together, making a violent roar. With the Dragonhun as the center, all of the hundreds of meters in a radius were seriously affected. It had collapsed on the ground, but now it completely turned into a bottomless giant pit.

The white-bearded old man stood on the edge of the explosion with a pale face and gasped, holding the half-dead old man in his right hand. He saw that his cheek, which was originally stingy and mouse-eyed, was covered with tiny wounds, and blood was constantly overflowing from the wound.

Not far from the white-haired old man, Lao Wu and the other two were also gasping for a embarrassed look on their faces, but blood was overflowing from the corners of their mouths, which was obviously severely damaged.

The dragon soul slowly floated out of the explosion. However, although the dragon soul repaired the injured body at this moment, its body size was obviously not as strong as the original one, and its power had declined extremely seriously, but he saved his life.

"The feng shui turns, today the god of death goes to your house." Longhun smiled coldly, but his tone was filled with endless anger. After all, he had just woken up and suffered heavy damage. Although he is not dead now, he has also lost the power of seven cost sources. Only then can he survive by chance. After tens of thousands of years of dedication to cultivation, how could he give up?

"Damn it!" The old man with white hair never expected that the hunter would become prey in an instant, and it was still a prey that could not resist. This made him feel shocked and angry. If they didn't come here, how could he awaken this guy? It's too late to say anything now. The only one who has the power to resist the five of them is himself, but he knew that he had no chance of winning in the face of Dragon Soul.

"Welcome to the endless horror." Longhun said coldly, then he rushed directly towards the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man held the sickle tightly in his hand, and his body trembled involuntarily, because he had seen the arrival of death, and just one blow from the dragon soul could kill him.

"Die in regret." Longhun said to the white-haired old man, and his sharp claws directly blocked the white-haired old man's sickle, and his other sharp claws directly grabbed the white-haired old man's head.

At this moment, the old man with white hair closed his eyes in despair. The God King of Ten Directions, who once dominated the world, actually felt that he was just a joke. He might be talking about himself when he was sitting in a well and watching the sky. He originally thought he was invincible in the world, but he didn't expect that there were people outside of others and there was heaven outside of them.

After a while, the white-haired old man did not feel any pain, so he slowly opened his eyes. What he didn't expect was a man surrounded by black mist standing on the head of Dragon Soul, and crushing the head of Dragon Soul. An arm completely reached into Dragon Soul's head, crazily absorbing the original power of Dragon Soul.

"Who are you?" The old man with white hair suddenly felt relieved when he saw someone killing Longhun. In his opinion, this person should be a powerful man from a supreme sect. He probably felt that the magic fluctuations here were helped by secret orders in the sect. After all, he is the King of the Ten Directions, and there is also a supreme sect who wants to curry favor with him, so he immediately felt much more at ease.

"The dignified God King of Ten Directions actually had such a embarrassing moment, which really opened my eyes." The man surrounded by black fog sneered, and the next moment, the dragon soul was completely corroded by the black fog emitted from his body.

"Who are you?" The old man with white hair suddenly felt a murderous intent, and his calm mood suddenly became nervous. He subconsciously took a few steps back and held the sickle in his hand tightly.

"You may be able to play with me for a while in your heyday, but now you are too weak and are not worth my action at all." The man surrounding the black fog said disdainfully.

At this moment, several men in black robe suddenly appeared around, surrounding five people led by the White Pharaoh, and each of them had a cold murderous intent.

"Holy Lord, what should we do with these guys?" a man in black robe asked in great awe.

The Dark Lord said lightly: "The garbage has no right to live, please send them to death."

Several men in black robe attacked at the same time, but in an instant, they directly killed the four god kings without backhand power, and refined their original power, sealed it and handed it over to the Dark Holy Lord. After all, this power was too huge, and they dared not refine it privately.

The white-haired old man's eyes were blood-red, and he knew that he could not live long. He immediately detonated the magic power in his body and rushed towards the Dark Holy Lord. At this moment, the sickle in his right hand directly burst out with a terrifying aura of death.

"Are all the gods of the ten directions dead in the ancient battle? Why can even ants like you be called the gods of the ten directions?" The Dark Holy Lord said coldly, directly grabbed the sickle that was slashing towards him with his right hand, and transformed his claws with his left hand and directly penetrated the white-haired old man's chest, instantly destroying the original power of the white-haired old man, and sucking away all the essence and blood in his body.
Chapter completed!