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The rooster sings the world white.

In the sun-bathed slaughterhouse, there was no longer a living soul beast, and they were all skillfully divided into basins of blood, viscera, bones, and flesh by Zhang Hei, and were packed into the ice cellar of the slaughterhouse to keep them fresh.

As the four things of the last soul beast were packed into the ice cellar, Zhang Hei breathed a sigh of relief, and there was indescribable joy on his tired face.

Done, done within the specified time.

Bang bang bang.

The bronze bell outside the door rang, and Zhang Hei was in good spirits, obviously knowing who would knock on the door at this time.

I saw him walk out in a hurry, and led in a fat middle-aged man, along with a huge wooden cart.

Call.

Exhaling a heavy breath of turbidity, Pojun opened his eyes.

Slaughtering nearly a hundred Soul Beasts with their hands and feet bound in one night in a row was nothing to him. But devouring so many souls in a row took him a lot of time to purify.

Otherwise, he would have left a long time ago, and he wouldn't have needed to stay until now.

The good thing is that it's all worth it. Po Jun felt the second soul sea full of it, and his heart was very emotional.

Soul Eater is too domineering.

The soul power he gained from this night's cultivation was comparable to the results of a month of honest meditation and pranayama.

But it was not without consequences, and later, his Void Transformation Technique was obviously overloaded, but he was reluctant to bear those soul powers, so he had been enduring severe pain.

"Broken Army, why are you here. Xiong Liang's voice came from the mouth of the fat middle-aged man with a big belly.

"It's Chef Zhang, I'm going to do a task. Po Jun recognized this fat middle-aged man, his name was Zhang Hai, and he was the chef of the first hospital. Looking at the familiar appearance of him and Zhang Hei, think about their surnames again. Po Jun's heart suddenly felt a little abrupt. No wonder Zhang Hei was able to become a meat supplier in the first hospital.

Zhang Hai didn't know him because of his fame in the First Hospital, but when Pojun first entered the First Hospital, he was doing the tasks assigned by Zhang Hai for a period of time, so he was very familiar with Zhang Hai. It was only later that the head of the Internal Service Department did not like to break the army, so the broken army concentrated on the tasks of the Field Support Department.

"Brother Hai, you know. Zhang Hei asked in surprise.

"Hehe, the broken army has helped me a lot. Don't do him any wrong. Zhang Hai laughed.

"How dare I. Zhang Hei looked at Po Jun with some awe, last night, Po Jun's knife and throat seal gave him a strong impact, where did he dare to play any tricks. "The meat is in the cellar, you go first, I'll settle the account for this broken little brother and go." ”

Zhang Hai waved his hand, didn't mind, and walked in alone.

"Little brother of the broken army, this is your reward. Zhang Hei unconsciously used honorifics.

But that's not surprising. In the Heavenly Soul Continent, the strong are respected. Although Po Jun is only twelve years old, his strength is indeed worthy of Zhang Hei's respect.

The broken army did not politely put away those soul coins, although it is not much, but this is all hard-earned money, and every broken army cherishes it very much.

"Since there's nothing else to do, I'll go back first. After Pojun finished speaking, he planned to leave.

"That. Zhang Hei rubbed his hands, a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, I'm on a long-term assignment, and I'll be coming over every night for the next month. "The Broken Army knows what this killer is worried about.

For him, this is a free soul stone base, and in a short period of time, even if he is driven away, he will find a way to stay.

But Zhang Hei didn't know all this, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Pojun's affirmative reply. insisted on sending the broken army out.

After leaving Zhang Hei's slaughterhouse, Pojun found that there were a lot of blood stains on his body, but fortunately, this dress was a hundred miles of blood, and Pojun would have to throw it away sooner or later.

Taking advantage of the faint morning light, he skillfully returned to the first courtyard.

When he returned to his room, the first thing he did was to wash it from head to toe with cold well water to clean his body. Then he changed into a well-fitting cultivation uniform. Immediately I felt refreshed and refreshed.

Only then did he realize that there was a small bottle on the table in his room.

Psychically permeable.

Po Jun doesn't have to think about it to know what this thing is.

He also knows about the permeable water. This kind of valuable treasure is said to be able to improve talent, but it is aimed at objects with a talent value of less than 20%. If the talent value is higher than this, this bottle of spiritual water is not only ineffective, but even slightly harmful.

Although he didn't know what his physical talent was at this time, Po Jun was sure that he was definitely more than twenty percent.

This bottle of spiritual water has no effect on him anymore.

Putting this bottle of Lingperable Water and the white blood ginseng given by Wen Xiang together, Po Jun began to sort out what he had obtained from the killer Baili Blood.

The soul ticket alone has more than 6,000 soul coins, and this amount of money will allow the broken army not to worry about cultivation resources for a period of time in the future. Don't forget, he can also increase his soul power by devouring souls.

Except for the soul ticket, those bits and pieces he didn't know much of it, so he simply packed it and prepared to throw it away with the clothes.

After dealing with this, his eyes were finally drawn to the soul technique book with the golden bell jar written on it.

The invulnerability of the golden bell jar on the day of Hundred Miles of Blood impressed him deeply. If it weren't for the fact that he used a trick to weaken the protection of the Golden Bell Jar with a hundred miles of blood, it is still a matter of two to say whether his 100% Spirit Finger could break the Golden Bell Jar.

With such a powerful soul technique, he naturally wanted to cultivate it as well. Moreover, with such a powerful attack method as the Spirit Rhino Finger, what he lacks now is just a defensive soul skill.

In addition, his spiritual fingers have reached the realm of easy pinching, and it is no longer possible to break through to the point of turning decay into magic. Instead of constantly doing useless work, it is better to spend that energy on another soul skill.

When you open it, the first thing that catches your eye is a drawing of the human body structure, with dense notes in small print. Po Jun was quickly drawn to the above content.

This look is an hour.

Syllable.

Closing the book heavily, Po Jun's heart was shocked.

This soul skill is actually not a mortal soul skill, but a soul skill.

It was thrilling in his retrospect. If it weren't for the fact that Baili Blood was still in the Soul Sea realm, and there was no condensation of spiritual seeds, the golden bell jar could only condense a small amount of gold element, and even if the broken army used 100% spiritual fingers, it would be impossible to break the golden bell jar.

The power of the Spirit Soul Skill is not at the same level as the Mortal Soul Skill at all.

It's a pity that I can't cultivate this soul technique.

If you practice the spiritual soul technique before condensing the spiritual seed, it will be enough to practice it correctly, if the cultivation is wrong, it will affect the purity of the spiritual seed in the future.

The difference between short-term interests and future growth is very clear.

But just when he felt pity in his heart, the Void Emperor Sutra, which had been in a state of dead silence, suddenly changed.