Chapter 366: Soul Crystal

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The Lunatic Token itself is not very precious, it is just a proof of identity of the Lunatic Cultist, and the entire token is estimated to be worth a few dollars.

Under normal circumstances, it is not very useful. However, when this token can be exchanged for the Heavenly Rank Tome. Then the value of this token, there is no doubt, will be rapidly amplified. A small token is a precious Heavenly Rank Treasure Book.

"Boy, how about selling me this moon worship token!" The big man's eyes flashed with greed, and he walked straight towards Ye Xing.

"Not for sale!" Ye Xing quickly put away the moon worship token in his hand.

"Boy, don't toast and don't eat and drink!" The big man looked fierce, and said coldly: "I'll give you a high-grade Yuan Stone, and you quickly sell the moon worship token in your hand to me, otherwise-"

"Moon worship token, I have to keep it for myself and go to the Qingguan City Lord to exchange it for the Heavenly Rank Light Gong Secret Book, I won't sell it. Moreover, a piece of high-grade Yuan Stone is only worth a few dollars, what is the difference between you and robbery!" Ye Xing said and turned around to leave.

"Hmph, the hairy boy doesn't know how thick the sky is, what about robbery? Since you don't sell it, then Lao Tzu will kill you!" The big man's eyes were murderous, his feet kicked the ground, and the whole person jumped into the air, and the big knife in his hand, the knife surface bloomed under the reflection of the moonlight, and slashed straight down towards Ye Xing in front of him.

"Whew!"

The sword wind is howling, and the strength is undulating. The power is so great that it causes the fallen leaves in the forest to fly wildly.

The surging murderous aura was rapidly approaching, and Ye Xing, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped, and suddenly grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"It's good, since you want to kill me, then I'm not welcome, master!" Ye Xing's mouth curled into a cruel smile, and his eyes were cold.

"Boom!"

A sword roared, as clear as a dragon.

The ghostly sword suddenly unsheathed, turning into a black light and slashing towards the big man.

"Bell!"

Swords clashed, sparks splashed everywhere, and a sonorous sound sounded.

Ye Xing used the "Qingyun Sword Technique" to start a fierce battle with the big man.

"Bang!"

"Bell, bell!"

The strong wind in the forest rises and falls, the fallen leaves fly wildly, the sword shines, and the sword shadow is heavy.

The two sometimes fought on the ground, sometimes stepped on the branches and leaves, and fought fiercely on the big trees, and the escaped True Yuan caused the surrounding trees to scatter and flutter.

Qingyun swordsmanship is extremely powerful, Ye Xing holds the Phantom Light Sword in his hand, and the sword is arrogant and fast.

The two sides fought for ten rounds, and the big man's arm had already hit Ye Xing's two swords, and the red blood stained his sleeves.

After twenty rounds of fighting, the big man was stabbed by Ye Xing in the waist again, and blood trickled.

His eyes were full of horror, and he had long since lost his previous arrogance. The big man knew that he was not Ye Xing's opponent and didn't want to fight any more, so he immediately hurriedly fled into the distance.

"Want to go, hehe!" Ye Xing's mouth curled into a grim smile, stepped on the eight steps of the Demon Heaven, and quickly pursued him, fighting with the big man again.

After more than ten rounds, the big man's chest was stabbed by Ye Xing's sword and kicked to the ground.

"Spare your life, young man, spare your life. I shouldn't have done anything wrong, I don't dare anymore, spare my life!" the big man was covered in blood and begged for mercy in horror.

At this moment, he was already seriously injured, and he couldn't escape even a few steps if he wanted to.

Ye Xing's eyes were indifferent, and he came straight to the big man, his five fingers turned into claws, directly buckled the big man's heavenly spirit cover, and lifted the "Soul Dementor Dafa", and the black qi surged from between the palms and fingers, turning counterclockwise like a whirlpool.

"Ah!!h

The big man screamed miserably, feeling as if his soul had been torn apart, and his face was distorted and painful. He struggled as hard as he could, but he couldn't break free of Ye Xing's palm at all.

As the black qi vortex swirled, light cyan light streams were pulled out from the Heavenly Spirit Cover of his head, and they continued to gather and condense in Ye Xing's palm.

The big man's face became paler and paler, and his breath became weaker and weaker. After a while, his eyes rolled and his body fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

Ye Xing withdrew the Soul Dementoring Dafa, his palm spread out slightly, and a small piece of pale cyan crystal the size of a thumb and finger came out of his palm.

The light cyan crystal is crystal clear, shining under the moonlight, exuding a faint spiritual fluctuation, like a jewel, very beautiful.

"It turns out that this is the soul crystal, and it's pretty good. Keep collecting the next one, collect a few more, and use them all together then!"

Ye Xing's eyes flickered, and his indifferent gaze glanced at the corpse of the big man on the ground, and then stepped on the Demon Heaven eight steps, running towards the woods in front of him, and continued to look for the next target.

The Central Plains martial arts, the weak eat the strong, this is an iron-like law. Every warrior has at least a few, or even dozens, or hundreds of human lives in his hands.

Of course, there must be good and bad among these warriors.

If you kill people casually, then it is no different from those demons who kill people like numbness. Therefore, Ye Xing only kills those who can be killed. For example, the big man just now wanted to snatch the moon worship token in Ye Xing's hand, since he had evil intentions, then he was not a good person, and naturally there was no psychological burden when he killed him.

The cold wind blew, blowing the black clouds in the sky to cover the moonlight in the sky, and the night was like ink.

In the next two or three hours, Ye Xing used the same method to kill more than a dozen third-rank innate martial artists one after another, collecting more than a dozen soul crystals. I just gave up.

Aono Slope, in that small cave.

The cave was dimly lit, and a white light shone out from the phone's camera.

In front of Ye Xing, there were more than a dozen pale cyan soul crystals, some large and some small, some deep and some shallow. Generally speaking, the deeper the cultivation, the deeper the soul crystal, the darker the color and the larger the shape. The lower the cultivation level, the smaller the soul crystals condensed by the martial artists, and the lighter the color.

Of course, no matter how big or small, these dozen or so pale cyan soul crystals all exuded faint spiritual power fluctuations.

"More than a dozen soul crystals are not much, but less is not less, it should be able to increase a lot of spiritual power, start absorbing it!" Ye Xing's eyes showed a hint of expectation, and he immediately picked up one of the soul crystals, and carried the soul dementoring Dafa, and the black qi surged from his palms and fingers.

With the operation of the Soul Dementoring Dafa, the cyan soul crystal in the palm of the palm also began to continuously emit light streams of light cyan, and the light cyan light flow continued to drill into Ye Xing's palm, along his arm, into Ye Xing's body, and towards his mind.

Threads, wisps, and threads.

With continuous absorption, Ye Xing felt that his spiritual power was indeed increasing bit by bit.

However, after absorbing it for a while, Ye Xing's face suddenly changed and he immediately stopped.