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Therefore, he could naturally find the base of the Lingguang Sect more easily, the swarthy, towering, giant tower.

However, he didn't go directly, because he wasn't sure if the person he was looking for was there.

So he turned a corner and came to the battlefield of the Lingguang Sect and the Heavenly Soul.

He seemed to be in a hurry, just in time, and a bloody battle was taking place.

The sword light and sword shadow, shaking the sky and shouting to kill, endlessly.

Every moment, people are injured and killed.

Qin Zheng squinted, looked at the battlefield from afar, and did not make a move.

It's not that he's indifferent, it's that a gloomy aura that surrounds the battlefield makes him very uncomfortable, this aura sweeps back and forth on the battlefield, mixed with a rich bloody aura, and whenever it gathers to a certain scale, it will go towards the west of the battlefield.

It's the so-called ghost clan, they are frantically absorbing the power of the souls of those undead.

Thinking of this, he stepped under his feet, and his slender body rose from the ground, but it turned into a golden light and headed towards the west.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he landed, and the clearing in front of him suddenly opened up, with only two people facing each other.

And the power of those souls was gathered into the body of one of them.

Qin Zheng frowned and looked at the man, feeling that the other party could no longer be described without the word human.

The man was about two meters tall, with a head as large as an ox, square eyes, blood-colored eyes with red pupils on a white background, and two nostrils wider than a thumb under the high bridge of the nose.

Under the ugly nose, there is a large mouth with a blood basin, and on both sides of the mouth are fangs as long as half a face.

Not to mention that this thing looks ugly, what is even more strange is that his body presents a state of non-reality and non-fog, and the power of the soul that continues to condense also fills his body, and it can be felt very clearly that his strength is growing rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Qin Zheng couldn't help but think of a tragedy, that is, Su Jin'er who died because of gathering souls.

That Soul Gathering Ding, isn't it because of this weird and terrifying absorption ability that it has become a great culprit, and I don't know how many bloody storms have been set off on this continent.

And at this moment, what this strange thing is doing is not to use its own ** as the furnace to refine the power of the soul on the battlefield?

Qin Zheng finally knew how dangerous the Lingguang Sect's plan was, and it didn't seem to be a matter of concern if he didn't look at the ghost clan in front of him now.

But just imagine, this war has lasted for so long, how many such monsters have been fed by the Lingguang faction? And the most terrifying thing is that there seems to be no upper limit to this kind of absorption and enhancement of one's own strength!

This is like a local tyrant player in the game, with no operation, no awareness, completely using money to smash a piece of equipment strength out, and then crush others.

If you can't crush it, then smash it again, and one day you can achieve your goal.

This seems to be the purpose of the Lingguang Sect?

"It's you!"

At this time, the person who confronted the ghost seemed to recognize Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng was stunned, looked at the person carefully for a while, and then recognized that the grizzled face in front of him was not Mo Wu?

Speaking of which, he really hadn't heard this name for a long time.

At the beginning of the Heavenly Soul Academy, before he and Lin Xiyu entered the school, there were four strongest, the dragon pattern silver spear Jue Junyu, the ten thousand traces of the shadow ink Lao Wu, the mysterious Lu Xiaoshan, and the steel body of the big dragon.

It's just that the four masters of the academy at that time had already been thrown hundreds of streets away by him at this time.

At this time, Mo Wu's strength on the mainland is also superb, and he is one step away from the divine realm, after all, he is already talented, and secondly, the experience of war, and the perception between life and death are also important ways for him to improve his strength.

At the beginning, Mo Wu seemed to be a child, but now, after being tempered by the war, he has matured a lot, and he has already become a general.

And before Qin Zheng came, Mo Wu had fought for hundreds of rounds with this ghost thing led by the opponent's warriors, and just now, the other party didn't know what kind of magic technique was used, and his strength suddenly increased greatly.

Just now, the momentum on his body had already broken through the shackles of the divine realm, and the momentum was still rising!

"Damn!" Here we go again! Although it was the first time Mo Wu had encountered such a thing, he had heard military intelligence reports many times, and several teams had been killed under the inexplicable improvement of the opponent's strength.

And the bigger the strength of the other party, the stronger it is, there is simply no end.

At this moment, where can Mo Wu still take care of Qin Zheng, and yelled, "The surname Qin, Mo still has a task to do, come back another day to catch up!"

After saying that, his figure suddenly blurred, and the next moment, countless Mo Wu suddenly appeared in front of Qin Zheng's eyes.

Qin Zheng knew that this was the Mo family's mastery, the shadow.

Of these ink five virtual and real things, only one is the real ink five.

And at this time, what Mo Wu has to do is to interrupt the momentum of the ghost thing, otherwise I am afraid that the city behind him will not be protected!

As long as the other party is not allowed to continue to improve, there is still a divine realm in the city!

"Let's discuss. At this moment, a voice appeared in Mo Wu's ear.

Mo Wu's eyes widened suddenly, because Qin Zheng easily found him in the thousands of phantoms, and then ran to his side with a relaxed face.

No, it's not so much about running, it's about taking a big stride calmly.

Are you kidding?

Mo Wu roared angrily, "Don't get in the way. ”

As he spoke, an ink-colored knife appeared in the hands of thousands of phantoms, stabbing at every part of the ghost's body from all directions.

Qin Zheng shook his head, in his eyes, all the phantoms were nothing, and he could easily feel the real Mo Wu.

Of course, the ghost thing after the strength has been improved can too.

I only heard him laugh strangely, and in that mist-like body, a pale hand suddenly stretched out, accurately crossed the blade, and grabbed Mo Wu's wrist.

Qin Zheng could expect that the next moment, he would hear the sound of Mo Wu's palm breaking.

After all, it was still an alumni relationship, and Qin Zheng naturally wouldn't watch it, so he made a decisive move.

The moment the ghost grabbed Mo Wu, he also grabbed the pale hand, and with a click, he broke the arm first.

It's just that this arm isn't the ghost itself, so it didn't do any damage.

However, Qin Zheng didn't want to cause any damage, just waved his hand, and a cage made of golden light trapped the ghost in it.

Mo Wu looked at the blood marks on his wrist and knew that just now, his hand was almost broken.

His expression was complicated, and he looked at Qin Zheng again, only to find that he seemed to be even more unable to see through Qin Zheng now.

He pursed his lips, his throat dry, "You just ...... What do you want to discuss with me?"

"I'll help you catch it alive, and when you get to this, you want to borrow it from me. ”