Martial Soul: Be a Saint

In the face of the Ancient Devil Soul's human-like eyes, Wu Hao didn't even glance at it, holding the Scythe of Primal Chaos in his hand and staring straight at it from afar.    

In next to no time, the scene before his eyes abruptly changed.    

Very soon, his consciousness sank into a dark space.    

This space gave off a mysterious aura. There was not a single thread of light around it, but one could not see anything.    

However, the Ancient Devil Soul's voice still echoed in his ears.    

This was the Ancient Devil Soul's independent space of consciousness, and Wu Hao immediately understood the environment in which his consciousness resided.    

"Let you out? You attacked us and almost killed us, and you still want me to let you out? " Wu Hao instantly replied to it with a cold laugh.    

"Roar! It's just a few locusts, so it's fine if they die. How can you ants compare to the noble bloodline of the nemesis!"    

"We are ants? "Hehe, what a joke, it's really funny, you're so amazing, but in the end you're still just an ant trapped here?"    

"Roar ~ ~" "Junior, you're courting death!"    

"It's a pity that you don't have the ability …"    

"Roar ~ ~" Roar, all of you humans deserve to die, deserve to die … "Damn it!"    

The Ancient Devil Soul was instantly enraged by Wu Hao and roared again and again.    

Wu Hao did not care about it, with a thought, he exited the other party's space of consciousness, retracted his gaze, and turned to walk towards Gu Shiya.    

Several silver needles flew out from the air and instantly pierced into all the acupoints of her body. At the same time, they formed a seal and slammed into her head. With a grab, a greyish spirit body was forcibly pulled out by him.    

Looking carefully, this was a mini version of the Ancient Devil Soul, and it was currently struggling and warping crazily in his hands.    

"Let go of my consciousness, you damned junior!"    

A stream of soul consciousness entered his consciousness, filled with warning.    

But, Wu Hao sneered.    

He raised his hand and formed a seal, slapping the ancient soul consciousness.    

With a boom, the warning sound immediately disappeared. The Ancient Devil Soul in his hand lost its agility and became lifeless.    

At the same time.    

On the black dragon throne behind him, the soul of the Ancient Devil Soul stirred, its aura suddenly weakened.    

"Roar! Damned brat, you actually erased my consciousness, you …"    

The Ancient Devil Soul reacted and roared at him again and again.    

But then, Wu Hao sneered at it once again.    

"Since it has already fallen into the hands of this sovereign, how can I return it?" With that, he turned his hand, and a mini gold coffin that was refined using the Soul Nurturing Wood, appeared in his palm.    

This was something that Jun Yueting had specially refined for them to use in capturing the primordial divine soul.    

Before leaving, each of them had obtained a certain amount of Soul Nurturing Gold Coffins.    

The Demon Soul was also a soul, although it was a little weak, Wu Hao still wanted to use it for research. This soul body was immortal, it had some research value.    

The Ancient Devil Soul continued to bellow, almost reaching the end of its sentence, but Wu Hao ignored it.    

Next, he used his original acupuncture therapy to detoxify the poison. He then eliminated the hallucinogenic poison from the eight of them one after the other.    

After that, he carefully studied the black altar and the coffins, waiting for the eight of them to awaken.    

A few hours later, the eight people who had recovered most of their strength woke up one after another.    

When they sat up on top of the coffins, they all subconsciously patted their dazed and aching heads.