After Ji Ba fell unconscious, the remnants of the rampant soldiers swayed around like headless flies.

Laugh at~~~

Several cold and bright sword lights streaked across the tomb, and the rampant soldiers who had not yet recovered fell to the ground in unison, and the ghost fire burning in their eyes gradually extinguished.

"No one controls these rampant soldiers, but it saves a little bit of effort!" Xuan Wei waved his sword finger, and the Qingping sword instantly turned into a green shadow and flew back to the Cold Moon Sword Box behind him.

If the rampant soldiers controlled by Ji Ba before still have a bit of an army, then the rampant soldiers at this moment are like stinky fish and rotten shrimp that have collapsed after eating a defeat, and they are simply one day and one place.

Of course, even in the face of the rampant soldiers in their heyday, it is nothing more than the difference between Xuan Wei cutting a few more swords and using a few more forces.

Unless Ji Ba can subdue a ghost king to lead the rampant soldiers, Xuanwei will be able to chop melons and vegetables like a leisurely stroll, as if he has opened a peerless.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable! It seems that Poor Dao's previous guess may not be much different from the truth!" Xuan Wei glanced at Ji Ba who fell to the ground, and couldn't help frowning.

Ji Baha, who was unconscious on the ground, was unkempt, but he could vaguely see that he was not very old, and it was estimated that he was only about twenty.

With a white and chubby round face, a slightly rich belly, short limbs whirring, and a pair of black-framed glasses, it is easy to think of a group called "Otaku".

It's hard to imagine that this seemingly harmless little fat man and even a little cute little fat man will be a monster that has been living for thousands of years!

"Gan! Ben Shao was almost not killed by this old dog!" Suddenly, the body of the little fat house trembled like an electric shock, and then a flexible salted fish sat up from the ground.

patted the two lumps of breast meat that were enough to make ordinary girls embarrassed, and the little fat house shook his hair and whistled quite coquettishly.

"Haha, I can't think of it, old dog! let you be extremely cunning, in the end, it wasn't Ben Shao who had the last laugh!"

Crossed his waist and laughed a few times, and then the little fat house noticed the abnormality around him, he glanced at the rampant soldiers scattered around him, and his mung bean-sized eyes suddenly widened to the size of a walnut.

"me, buddy, are you a human or a ghost, why don't you have a voice?" When the little fat house saw Xuanwei standing with his hands in his hands, he couldn't help but shudder, and the flesh on his cheeks shook.

Xuan Wei frowned slightly, and his figure appeared in front of the little fat house in a flash, and the Qingping sword in his hand was firmly on his neck.

"From now on, I'll ask you answers!" Xuan Wei said coldly.

"There's something to say, there's something to say!" Feeling the cold chill coming from Qingping's sword, the little fat house nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Who are you?" asked Xuan Wei in a deep voice.

"My name is Cheyenne, I'm 21 years old, I'm from Modu, I'm unmarried, and I'm a *** painter by profession!"

Xuan Wei stared at the little fat house for a few seconds, and after making sure that he was not lying, he continued to ask, "What is the relationship between you and Ji Ba?"

Hearing Xuanwei say this name, Xiao Feizhai immediately showed a look of surprise, and he exclaimed, "How did you know about the existence of that old dog?"

The Qingping Sword in Xuanwei's hand was pressed down slightly, and the little fat house was frightened to the point of being like earth, and his excited expression also came down from his heart under the strong desire to survive.

"About two or three years ago, I was visiting an antique market and I came across a ring with a strange shape and bought it. Cheyenne raised his right hand and shook it in front of Xuanwei's eyes, only to see that he was wearing a pitch-black ring on his stubby middle finger.

Xuan Wei turned on the Qi Hope Technique, and when he glanced at it, he saw that this ring was a magic weapon.

"One day, a voice suddenly came to my head, he claimed to be the Holy Monarch of Meishan, and he was lodged in this ring because of his damaged soul. He bluntly said that his time was running out, and he was reluctant to lose all his skills, and it just so happened that I got this ring by chance, and it was because I was destined for him, so he wanted to give me a creation!" Cheyenne continued.

Xuan Wei listened carefully, and suddenly realized that this plot seemed to be exactly the same as the beginning of some waste firewood flow and system flow network articles!

"There is a way that people are not in vain teenagers, I happened to be addicted to online texts, and I had a little fantasy about this kind of adventure in my heart. So when the old dog offered to pass on the gong to me, I immediately believed it, and without saying a word, I followed his instructions and made a drop of blood to confess the lord of the ring!

After listening to Xia An's story, Xuan Wei couldn't help but feel a little emotional, it seems that he has also experienced a similar "adventure" as Xia An.

The difference is that Xuanwei has obtained a fake system, although it is a bit of a profiteer, and occasionally has a poisonous tongue, but at least it has a positive helping effect on Xuanwei.

And Cheyenne invited a fake white-bearded old man, who didn't do his best to teach his skills, and was actually ready to take over!

"Well, how did I believe that old dog's nonsense in the first place! Fortunately, his soul is extremely weak, and forcibly breaking the contract to devour my soul will make his soul collapse as well, otherwise I would have been swallowed up completely!" Cheyenne sighed.

"Compared to those fools before, the layman is already lucky!" Xuan Wei said indifferently.

If nothing else, Ji Ba's soul escaped from the underworld and returned to the world, but it has not been discovered by the ghost for nearly a thousand years, probably using this routine to repeatedly seize the house, in order to avoid tracking, and at the same time take the opportunity to recuperate.

Of course, there are loopholes in his routine, and it is difficult to withstand scrutiny, but who is a normal person who does not aspire to obtain extraordinary abilities and become a human being from now on? It is this kind of unquenchable greed and desire that makes Ji Ba's routine tried again and again, and he has completed the rebirth again and again.

"Yes, even if the soul is not completely devoured, you can't control your body, and live like a vegetative person until death comes, I'm afraid it's better to live than to die, right?" said Cheyenne with a little fear.

Xuan Wei pondered for a few seconds and asked the question he was most concerned about: "Now that your soul has regained the dominance of your body, what about Ji Ba's soul?"

Although Xuan Wei already had some guesses in his heart, he still wanted to get verification from Xia An's mouth.

"Haha, that old dog was too careless, Ben Shao waited for a good opportunity, and finally caught him when he was the weakest! Just now, Ben Shao fought with the soul of the old dog, but he didn't expect to really win!" Xia An said with a smile on his face.

"So, what about Ji Ba's soul?" Xuan Wei rubbed the Qingping sword in his hand against Xia An's neck and asked in a cold voice.

"Well, I guess I swallowed it!" Cheyenne replied stiffly.

Swallowed, swallowed?

Xuan Wei regretted for a while in his heart, this Ji Ba's soul was devoured, what should he do with his task?

Nether flowers, tens of thousands of incense money!

Wait, since this little fat house has devoured Ji Ba's soul, doesn't that mean......