Ren Kuang closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the delicious food.

In fact, he was analyzing the soul structure and soul toxins of the Dark Tribe.

In the eyes of the human race, this scene seemed even more mysterious.

The level of belief among countless people is constantly rising.

The stronger the God Envoy is, the more stable they feel in their hearts.

This is the patron saint of the human race designated by the Ancestral God Nuwa!

Not only rescue the human race, but also counterattack the sheep race.

Now even the most powerful and terrifying Dark Tribe on the Samsara Continent is so afraid of him.

There are so many six-star dark warriors, but no one dares to stand up and resist.

They don't feel cruel.

On the contrary, my heart felt extremely happy.

This is what humankind should be like.

The head of the seven clans, worshiped by all.

One after another, the dark warriors were snatched out by Ren Kuang like poultry, devoured and decomposed.

The remaining Dark Tribe has completely collapsed.

Orwell gritted his teeth and said: "Everyone, wherever the world-destroying demon goes, it is impossible to leave anyone alive. Only by overcoming fear, rushing out, and asking for help from the King of Humans can we have a chance of survival."

"Sir, I have a different idea." A wise man from the Dark Tribe said, "Everyone cut off our tails to survive."

Orwell's face looked a little ugly: "Once we destroy ourselves, we can indeed be reborn again, but it is hard to say when we will awaken."

"And we will be put on trial again by the system."

"You also know that when the system fails, it doesn't work. If we are mistakenly sentenced to serve a million years in prison, it is possible."

Everyone's face was pale.

The punishments of hell include but are not limited to being put in a frying pan, cramped and skinned, repeated over and over again.

Fear amplifies, pain amplifies.

No one would choose this path unless absolutely necessary.

But now, Ren Kuang is forcing them to have no other choice.

He just stood leisurely in the gap, devouring the Dark Tribe one after another.

This silent insult is simply stepping on the dignity of the Dark Tribe and constantly rubbing it against hell.

After devouring a hundred Dark Tribes, Ren Kuang stopped this seemingly terrifying behavior.

In fact, the consciousness of these people has long been strangled and eliminated by the matrix.

What he swallowed was just pure toxins and soul juice.

"Haha, I finally figured it out. Soul toxin is indeed magical."

He looked at Orwell and others with a smile.

On his finger, a black rune suddenly appeared.

This rune is like a burning flame.

At first glance, it looks somewhat similar to hellfire.

But it's much gentler.

The strange thing is that this rune is ever-changing and seems to have no fixed form.

But it feels like a devil with a soul.

Wanting to break free from Ren Kuang's control.

"You actually control the dark poison? How is this possible? Only the core of reincarnation can give the mark of the soul!"

This is a special kind of poison, soul poison.

It can be attached to the core of the soul, just like gangrene attached to the bone.

Ren Kuang disagreed: "Isn't it just a poison? Is it so difficult to control?"

The runes danced between his fingers, and the dark aura filled the air, which was very strange.

"How much do you know about the core of reincarnation?"

Orwell remained silent.

"Tell me and I'll let you go."

Ren Kuang said playfully.

Orwell's breathing suddenly became rapid: "Lord Mad Emperor, are you serious?"

Ren Kuang said calmly: "You only have one chance, so forget it if you don't tell me."

"I said!"

Orwell said excitedly: "The King of Souls owns a throne. This throne is part of the core and has some magical functions."

Ren Kuang pondered for a moment and said: "How many parts does the core of reincarnation have?"

Orwell said: "The six paths of reincarnation are said to have corresponding cores, but in fact, the entire core of reincarnation has seven parts."

"According to legend, in addition to the six realms of beings, there is also an extremely magical race called the Overlords."

"They are born for the core and guard the core part of the Samsara Continent."

"If someone can reconnect these seven parts, the reincarnation continent will be restored to integrity."

Ren Kuangdao: "In addition to the throne of hell, he also holds the throne of hell, right?"

Orwell was shocked: "Does the Mad Emperor even know this?"

"It's a pity that the Huangquan River has dried up, and the King of All Souls has the Huangquan Throne, which is of no use."

Ren Kuangdao: "Have you seen the Throne of Underworld?"

Orwell shook his head: "No."

"Bring me a message to the King of Ten Thousand Souls. I will go to him and ask him to prepare my Underworld Throne and various treasures from the Dark Tribe."

"If he behaves well, I can spare his life."

Everyone in Darkness was dumbfounded.

They never dreamed that someone would dare to ignore the King of Souls like this.

In their hearts, Ren Kuang is indeed powerful.

However, their fear of the King of Ten Thousand Souls is far greater than that of Ren Kuang.

Ren Kuang waved his hand: "Go away, don't let me see you on the earth again, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Orwell hesitated for a moment, and finally boldly walked out through the gap.

God knows how nervous he is at this moment.

Even though Ren Kuang looked at it, he never even looked at him.

"Now, do it!"

Suddenly, Orwell let out a roar, and terrifying dark power surged through his body.

It quickly evolved into a terrifying black ball and hit Ren Kuang.

boom!

A black sphere the size of a basketball suddenly exploded.

Ren Kuang was surprised: "Toxin bomb? As expected of a person who has studied souls for thousands of years, he does have some skills."

It's like a matrix compressed layer by layer, expanding in an instant.

Six-star peak, 90 million soul poisons.

This kind of explosion is actually terrifying.

The poisonous air wave evolved into a storm in an instant and continued to split.

They are like little devils with independent consciousness and an incomparable desire for living things.

Ren Kuang had already activated the power of the throne in the first place.

But it's still a step too slow.

The explosion of a six-star peak soul cultivator is too astonishing.

"Orwell, you are looking for death."

He didn't want to make a joke with the lives of the people in the city.
To be continued...