At dusk, Jiang Feng left Lijia Town with tiger teeth in his hand and walked like the wind.

He had to run into ghosts when he walked at night for a long time, so in order to get more soul magic, he had to travel at night.

The Tao is the foundation, the law is the foundation, and the technique is the technique.

In the current world, the Tao is the realm, the law is the mana, and the art is the means.

The higher the realm, the easier it is to accumulate mana, and the stronger the mana, the stronger the power of the technique.

The realm is comparable to that of the early stage of the God King, and the power of the form and meaning is far beyond the mana of the immortals, relatively speaking, he only lacks some means.

No one is perfect, and no practice is perfect.

Even though the Divine Refining Technique can be cultivated to the level of a saint, the soul attack and defense techniques are not everything.

Different ghosts, possessed soul arts, are more or less different.

Some ghosts are good at keeping things, and some are good at piercing walls......

In terms of strength alone, Jiang Feng can destroy all the demons and monsters in the current world with a single thought.

However, some ghosts possess soul magic that he does not know, and he has not seen before.

To this day, he just lacks some whimsical ideas.

See more, don't see more, how to know?

Someone once said that there is nothing that cannot be done, only the unthinkable.

With Jiang Feng's current strength, as long as he thinks of it, there is a ninety percent probability of doing it.

Walking alone on the silent road, quietly feel the slightly chilling night breeze.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of gongs and drums came from far and near.

A few minutes later, a group of men and women dressed in red appeared in his sight.

On closer inspection, I saw eight strong young people, carrying a large sedan chair.

"Hundred ghosts walk at night." Such a thought flashed in Jiang Feng's mind.

When others encounter ghosts to greet their relatives, they are inevitably afraid, and most of them choose to avoid them.

Jiang Feng smiled knowingly, his eyes looked at the ghosts one by one, and he instantly practiced more than a hundred ghost mutations.

After obtaining more than a dozen soul techniques, he greeted the ghost of his relatives and walked over without fear.

"Bold, dare to hinder the ghost king of Xishan from welcoming his relatives." A middle-aged fool shouted coldly.

"Good people don't do it, you have to be ghosts, since you don't want to be reincarnated, I will let you never be reincarnated." Jiang Feng pulled out his tiger teeth and said word by word.

"Look for death." The middle-aged ghost snorted coldly, used his pitch-black ghost claws, and went straight to him to grab it.

The tiger teeth in Jiang Feng's hand swept away, and the screams followed, and the middle-aged ghost disappeared.

Walking forward quickly, after a burst of knife light, the large sedan chair fell to the ground.

"Who are you?" The ghost king of Xishan, who was wearing a big red flower, asked secretly vigilantly.

"Who are you?" Jiang Feng asked rhetorically.

"The ghost king of this West Mountain." The ghost king of the West Mountain Leng Sensen's way.

"Remember, the surname of the person who killed you is Jiang." As soon as Jiang Feng's voice fell, the tiger teeth in his hand slashed down.

The shadowless and invisible sword qi flashed away, and the ghost king of Xishan was scattered.

"The donor's means are harmful to heaven and peace." The bald head who came quickly said righteously.

"Really?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"They are gone, but they can't be human again." Said the bald head.

"They don't enter reincarnation and harm the common people, shouldn't they be killed?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Since they exist, there is a reason for them to exist, and please put down the butcher's knife." The bald head said again.

"For you?" Jiang Feng shook the tiger teeth in his hand and asked with a smile.

"Such a fierce demon blade will inevitably hurt the donor, and the poor monk should temper his anger." The bald head said sanctimoniously.

"That's fine." Jiang Feng nodded.

"Please also ask the donor to give it to the poor monk." The bald head was happy in his heart, and said calmly.

"Then give it to the master." Jiang Feng held the tiger teeth in both hands and threw it hard.

The powerful tiger teeth cut off the bald belly.

"It seems that the master's strength is not good, and he can't catch a knife when he practices." Jiang Feng said dumbfounded.

"You, you, you don't have to die well." The bald voice fell, and then he didn't blink.

"I don't have three, two, three, and I dare to go to Liangshan, if I want my knife, just say it directly, I have to beat around the bush and waste my precious time." Jiang Feng stretched out his hand and patted it, and a dirt pit appeared on the ground.

Burying his compassionate bald head, he walked forward again.

As a high-ranking monk, if you don't go to subdue demons and eliminate demons, you still come to meddle in your affairs, and not killing is not enough to vent your anger.

When he met the ghost king of Xishan just now, the other party was watching the battle from a distance, and he didn't see anyone helping.

When you kill all the ghosts, the other party will come out and point fingers, isn't it looking for death?

In his previous life, he didn't have a good impression of bald heads.

The bald head in the troubled times is not out, and the bald heads in the prosperous times show off their might.

Eating the grain grown by the people and doing things that destroy mankind, such scum should have died a long time ago.

Giving consecration to the female benefactor is conducive to the reproduction of mankind, and it is a violation of the precepts.

If all people become bald, humanity will face extinction.

If you are not engaged in production, you can be superior to people in food, clothing, housing and transportation, why?

"I seem to be a little angry with bald heads."

After calming down, Jiang Feng was secretly surprised, shook his head, and continued to move forward.

The virtual world is a world of truth and falsehood, when it is true, it is true, when it is false, it is like a dream, no matter how many people are killed in a dream, it is just a dream.

After walking for more than half an hour, a tiger rushed out of the woods on the right.

"For the tiger, is that a ghost?"

Looking at the three ghosts beside the tiger, Jiang Feng secretly wondered in his heart.

No matter how fierce the tiger is, it is only a beast after all.

No matter how powerful a beast is, it is no match for ghosts.

A mere beast can command three ghosts, and such a magical scene makes him feel incredible.

"Whew." The tiger roared loudly.

The three ghosts attacked in unison.

Jiang Feng pulled out the tiger teeth, and slashed down with four swords as fast as a shadow, and the three ghosts that were scattered disappeared without a trace, and a huge tiger head fell to the ground.

Bright red blood splattered out, staining the ground red.

The rich smell of blood spread, wafting in all directions with the wind.

Burying the tiger's carcass, Jiang Feng walked forward leisurely.

I wanted to eat some tiger meat, but thinking that tigers had eaten people, how could he still be in the mood to eat tiger meat?

Two hours later, Jiang Feng walked into the woods on the right, took out a goat and roasted it.

Both hands were slapped in the air, and the condiments were smashed into the mutton.

Drops of mutton fat dripped into the fire, and a sizzling sound sounded.

The rich aroma of meat wafts in the wind.

"Shaoxia, the concubine is lost, and she hasn't eaten for two days...... "A gorgeous and unparalleled female ghost walked over quietly and said pitifully.

"Pretty looking." Jiang Feng praised with a smile.

After removing the disguise, the appearance of the ghost is the same as when it was alive.

"Shaoxia, can you give some food to the concubine?" The female ghost asked expectantly.