Half of the Holy Soul was held in Zhang Ruochen's hands. The psychic Holy Zhi had no right to resist. After sighing, he held his head high and walked towards Nie Zhan.

Seeing such a strange scene made Nie Zhan a little uneasy and said: "Stop."

"What?"

Psychic Shengzhi asked confidently, his voice louder than Nie Zhan, and continued to move forward.

The more Nie Zhan looked, the more something was wrong. He raised the blood-red holy sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy flew out of the sword, and said again: "Stop immediately."

Psychic Shengzhi stopped and said impatiently: "You want to be poor, but you don't want it now. Why are you so fickle?"

Nie Zhan sensed a dangerous aura on the body of the psychic holy mushroom. After pondering for a moment, he took out a sacred binding lock. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the sacred binding lock out and wrapped it around the psychic sacred mushroom.

"Moving the Mountain Seal."

Two streams of purple energy surged out from the two sleeves of the psychic Holy Zhizhi, converging into a purple cloud. Tens of thousands of holy rules flew out from its palms, blended into the purple cloud, and then a seal was formed,

Blast towards Nie Zhan.

Ni Zhan's expression suddenly changed, he immediately threw away the Holy Binding Chain, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and swung his sword forward.

"Bang."

As soon as they clashed, Ni Zhan was blasted away by the seal cast by the psychic Holy Seed, and pieces of scarlet feathers were knocked down.

"Wow——"
Chapter completed!