In the dark night, the ghosts were arranged behind Qin Hao, the firelight was swaying and pulling, as if two red ghost wings had grown from Qin Hao's back, fluttering and being 10 meters long, and the vague grimaces on the blurred wings were lined up in a row, as if they were grinning, making the Sun Yan Beast feel a strong malice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the ground was a limp corpse, unrecognizable, and the Sun Flame Beast howled in grief and pounced towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao's face was bloodless, and the muscles on his body were spasming slightly, he gently raised his finger and pointed at the Sun Yan Beast from a distance, and the two long wings behind him suddenly closed, and barb-like wings appeared in front of the Sun Yan Beast.

With the head of the animal, he obviously couldn't understand the reason for the scene in front of him, and he was a little sluggish and was directly stopped by the wings and beheaded.

It came and went quickly, but in an instant, as if it had been struck by lightning, a cloud of blood exploded on the body of the Sun Flame Beast, and a cut into the flesh was cut on its back, and the blood sprayed outward like a fountain.

Breaking more than 10 big trees in a row, stumbling dozens of meters away, the Sun Yan Beast screamed, staggered up from the ground, and the beast eyes that looked at Qin Hao had been replaced with a thick fear.

After all, it's just a beast, and if it hurts, it's scared!

He roared viciously at Qin Hao, but in Qin Hao's eyes, it was just a fierce introspection, he frowned, raised his hand slightly, and the Sun Yan Beast suddenly turned around and ran away like a frightened bird.

Ahem!

Watching the Sun Flame Beast disappear into the horizon, Qin Hao couldn't hold it anymore, and the bloody black blood overflowed from his chapped mouth, which was the leakage of damaged internal organs, and it seemed that the load brought by the continuous use of the Eight Gate Dun Armor was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

As soon as his spirit was relaxed, his qi and blood were discharged, and his self-supporting body could no longer resist, and blood lines burst from his whole body, like a water balloon with countless holes, and his whole body was leaking blood.

A touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, Qin Hao swallowed back the blood in his mouth, a dizzy feeling came from his head, and the two ghost fire wings behind him were suddenly annihilated, leaving only five or six ghost fires sparsely swaying in the air, as if they also had a tendency to collapse at any time.

Luo Fangjie can give energy to the life of ghosts, to put it bluntly, it injects a consciousness called "ghost" into the energy, and at the same time gives the ability of "ghost".

However, as the master of Luo Fangjie, being able to maintain the existence of evil ghosts in the world and manipulating them depends on his own state and spirit, and obviously, Qin Hao's body is not enough to support him to maintain hundreds of ghosts at this moment.

"Ghosts?"

Some information from Luo Fangjie flashed in his mind, and Qin Hao said with some doubts in his eyes.

Is there any connection between ghosts and spirits?

With a long breath, he glanced at the black clouds rolling in the sky and didn't know when they covered the stars, and countless small black insects emerged from the surface of his body, forming a black underwear that was tightly attached to his skin, squirming gently, blocking the blood, and at the same time a column of "ghouls" spread out under his feet, staggering towards Wu Ziding's corpse.

"Dementors!"

Probably because of experience, Qin Hao always felt that these little guys were devouring corpses faster and faster, well, he always felt that it was very "Hannibal" to describe it like this.

Well, Qin Hao had become more and more proficient on the path of pseudo-ogres, and suddenly, his eyes shrank, and then widened, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Golden!"

If he remembered correctly, the souls of the dementors in front of him were all white transparent balls of light, but the one in front of him was with a circle of gold edges, as if a layer of gold dust was sprinkled on the crystal ball, and there was an extra trace of holy light, and not only that, the imprisoned souls in the crystal ball were not as sluggish as the previous ones, especially the eyes that should have been closed were trembling sharply, as if the eyelids would suddenly open in the next moment.

In Qin Hao's shallow cognition, the soul is a very mysterious thing, and in this life and one life combined, Qin Hao swears that his understanding of the soul only stays at the literal and imaginary stage.

There has been a breakthrough in this life, at least Qin Hao knows that souls are real, and then, he seems to be able to capture souls, but it is useless, except for adding a delicious recipe to the Black Yao Parasite.

"This soul is different."

To paraphrase game terms, this is an inferior product that has been separated from the whiteboard equipment, and it is already a high-quality product with its own color, and then, what does this mean?

Qin Hao said that there was a trace of curiosity.

"Is this the rhythm that is going to be an eye-opener? What happens when you open your eyes? ”

Qin Hao said silently in his heart, he didn't notice that his two eyes were rolling faintly at this time, and there was a touch of greed in the black writing wheel's eyes.

In contrast to his cold face, there was a riot in the insect team on the ground, and when the golden soul was dragged to the palm of Qin Hao's hand, that riotous mood seemed to have risen to madness.

Buzz!

As if a swarm of flies had taken root in his ears, Qin Hao said that his head was about to explode, and the insects under his feet and on his body rioted collectively, if he hadn't forcibly suppressed it, the black insect clothes covered by his body at the moment would have disintegrated on its own.

"What the hell does a soul do?"

"Golden, rare, wouldn't it be too wasteful to just let the worms eat it."

"But there seems to be no other way."

"Eat ------- eat ------"

The insects were rioting, Qin Hao's eyes frowned slightly, and suddenly Fu Zhi's eyes focused on the little finger of his left hand, where an iron ring was quiet and unmoving.

Behind them, a few beating ghost fires made a whirring sound, and there was no look on the blurred grimace.

"Luo Fangjie!"

Qin Hao opened his mouth, as if he was summoned, and a ghostly light shot out from the ring, as black as ink, like a fishing net, and put it on Qin Hao's palm, completely shrouding the golden soul in the darkness, and then with a whoosh, he was pulled back by a black fishing line and disappeared without a trace.

Opening his mouth wide, Qin Hao blinked, ignoring the anxious, angry, and aggrieved thoughts from the insects, and his eyebrows and eyes flashed with contemplation.

After a few delays, Qin Hao looked around, smoothed the rhythm of his breathing, and the only remaining five or six ghost fires suddenly merged together, gradually transforming into a thin kite-like bat like rubbing plasticine.

The red bat, thin as paper, opened its wings less than a meter, but it emitted a red flame, and there were a few red eyes faintly in the blurred red light, like a ghost, but at this moment it was quietly crawling at Qin Hao's feet, dragging him straight up to the clouds.