Looking at the shards of ice soul falling like raindrops, everyone was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if he started to snatch it crazily, and then put it in his pocket.
There is no need to grab the ice soul fragments that are raining all over the sky, you just need to lower your head to pick them up.
Those who were still on edge and wanted to kill each other, now they all started to pick up the fragments of the ice soul.
Abel bent down, picked up a thumb-sized piece of Ice Soul, and looked at it carefully, although a piece of spiritual power penetrated into it.
The breath from the Ice Soul Fragment made Abel feel that something was wrong.
He has absorbed ice fragments outside, it doesn't seem to be this kind of breath.
But what was wrong, Abel couldn't tell.
Abel tried to absorb a fragment of the ice soul, but after the energy of the ice soul fragment entered Abel's body, Abel could not absorb and digest it.
My own Concentration Art seems to resist this force, and I can't use it for my own use.
This time, Abel was a little dazed. He had never experienced such a situation before. The Concentration Art can refine anything.
Although he doesn't know the reason, Abel can be sure that there is something wrong with the ice soul fragments.
Not only is there a problem with the ice soul shards, but the old man also has a problem.
"These ice soul fragments are rewards for you. You can only absorb them here. You can absorb as much as you can. Even if you pack them up, you won't be able to take them out." Seeing the crowd frantically picking up the ice soul fragments, the old man
slowly said.
Hearing what the old man said, those who picked up the fragments of the ice soul and packed them up were dumbfounded.
So they all found a place to sit cross-legged, and began to frantically absorb the energy in the fragments of the ice soul.
Abel also sat down slowly, but he didn't absorb the energy in the ice soul fragments.
Seeing everyone sitting cross-legged and practicing with their eyes closed, the old man smiled and slowly disappeared.
Soon, the surroundings of the bright altar became dark again, and a black air gradually permeated, enveloping everyone.
Now even if they are sitting across from each other, no 1 can see each other, but now people are doing their best to cultivate, and no 1 cares about the sudden black mist.
Accompanied by the rise of the black mist, a strange aura made the entire altar extremely gloomy.
Abel looked around, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Everyone is desperately absorbing the energy of the shards of ice soul, forming vortices 1 by 1 above their heads, which shows how desperate these people are.
Although Abel couldn't see other people at this time, his spiritual consciousness could be emitted normally.
"Don't absorb it anymore, stop practicing…"
Abel used the sound transmission technique to shout in the ears of Dela Frupinn, Mr. Moen, Velarther Aurasheng and others.
After hearing Abel's voice, these people all trembled slightly, and woke up from their cultivation.
When they saw the black mist around them, they were also taken aback.
"Mr. Chitel, what's going on?"
Dela Frupinn asked very puzzled.
"There's something wrong with this ice soul fragment, it can't be absorbed anymore, it's probably a trap!"
Abel whispered.
"Trap?" Everyone was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what the trap Abel was talking about.
"who knows, anyway, I don't feel right, you immediately cut off the absorption of that ice soul fragment."
Abel reminded.
Although these people have woken up from their cultivation, they are still running their exercises and absorbing the energy of the fragments of ice soul.
Hearing what Abel said, Dela Frupinn and Mr. Moen stopped the operation of their exercises and stopped absorbing the energy in the ice soul fragments.
But when they planned to stop, they found that they couldn't stop.
The energy in the ice soul fragments seemed to have a self-awareness, even if they stopped the exercises, they still poured into these people's bodies.
To be continued.....
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