In the courtyard where He Ping lives in the elven realm, more than a dozen large iron cages are very conspicuous, these iron cages are filled with different kinds of demonic beasts, more than three or five, as few as one or two, these demonic beasts are different in size and variety, although they are all low-level demonic beasts, but if you really want to capture so many and so many kinds of demonic beasts alive, and there is such a good condition, such a high vitality, this is indeed not a simple matter.

He Ping stood in front of one of the iron cages and looked at the Warcraft inside, there are a total of five Warcraft of the same kind in this cage, which is the one with the largest number of Warcraft in these cages, and the Warcraft in this cage is naturally the one with the largest number of the same species, the Warcraft in the cage is not large, almost equivalent to a large dog of the same level as a golden retriever and a husky, these five Warcraft look like squirrels and minks in appearance, with pure white fur and a slender body. There are claws on the limbs that are very sharp at first glance.

This is a low-level Warcraft Wind Scythe of the Wind Attribute, which is very common at the edge of the grassland and forest, fast, highly flexible, and able to use some simple wind attribute magic to improve its speed and attack power, the fur and claws of the Wind Scythe are very good materials, and the blood of all Warcraft can also be used as an engraved magic array, and the beast soul of the Wind Scythe is also very good for making Horcruxes, so whether it is a half-orc or an elf, they will often catch or hunt the Wind Scythe, but the reproductive ability of this Warcraft is very strong, Over the years, the number has been growing steadily.

At this time, the five wind sickles in the iron cage were staring at He Ping with their eyes, and their mouths were always making screams representing intimidation, and their limbs were not very honest, and they were constantly trying to attack the iron cage, but these iron cages were specially ordered by adventurers to go to the workshop to find alchemists, and the iron cages were engraved with small forbidden magic arrays, such magic arrays, for elves, half-orcs or monsters with high magic strength, they could naturally be easily counteracted, but for low-level monsters, they could be completely suppressed, Makes them unable to use magic.

Therefore, the resistance of these wind scythes is only in vain, they must not be able to escape the iron cage, and after He Ping looked at it, he planned to start with the wind scythe first, and try to make Horcruxes, the wind scythe will use wind attribute magic, and it is also a very good acceleration technique, sharpness and wind blade technique, sealing the beast soul of the wind scythe on a weapon such as a sword, it can make the corresponding weapon have the same effect as the magic props made by the elves, which is the most common weapon-type horcrux among the half-orcs.

He Ping slowly squatted down, looked at the wind sickle in the cage, and slowly released his murderous aura, as the murderous aura became stronger and stronger, the wind scythe that was still very manic just now became quiet, the demonic beasts did not have much intelligence, and because of this, their intuition and nature. Nengdu had not yet degraded and had retained most of it, so as soon as He Ping's murderous aura came out, these wind sickles immediately sensed the danger, and they had already made a judgment in an instant, He Ping was a strong enemy that they could not resist.

Looking at the wind scythe that was quiet, He Ping smiled slightly, he opened the door of the iron cage, reached out and grabbed the neck of a wind scythe and lifted it out of the cage, and during this period, the other wind scythe did not have any self-defeating moves, and the wind scythe that He Ping grabbed seemed to feel that his death was coming, and he was trembling all the time, and even when He Ping got up and went back to the house with his neck, it even tried to make a final desperate fight, but He Ping increased the output of murderous energy in an instant, The Wind Scythe, which had just wanted to resist, immediately wilted again.

Back in the house, He Ping took out a long knife, which is the embryo he had prepared for making horcruxes, in addition to the long knife, there are also a lot of weapons, armor, accessories and other utensils, the wind sickle is a wind-attribute monster, and the magic that will be used is also based on attacks and auxiliary attacks, which belongs to the agile type, so the most suitable thing is to seal it in the long knife, only in this way can the maximum effect of the wind sickle beast soul be brought into play.

He Ping first inlaid a piece of magic crystal into the specially reserved space on the handle of the long knife, once the beast soul of the monster leaves the body of the monster, it will be difficult to reverse and begin to dissipate, so when the shaman makes the horcrux, he must seal the beast soul in the horcrux as soon as possible after the beast soul is extracted, so that the magic crystal in the horcrux will continue to start to provide energy to the beast soul, and only in this way can the horcrux not dissipate.

Then, He Ping looked at the wind sickle in his hand, the wind sickle is worthy of being a monster surviving in the wild, although he didn't dare to act rashly because of He Ping's murderous spirit at this time, but it was obvious that it did not give up, and was still ready at all times, it seemed that as long as there was an opportunity, it would definitely fight back, even if it didn't want its own life, it must let He Ping shed some blood, but such a threat was nothing to He Ping, no matter how strong the wind sickle was, it was just a low-level monster, how could it be He Ping's opponent.

He Ping began to mobilize the magic power, and the magic power poured out of his hand, at this time, He Ping's entire hand holding the wind sickle had been wrapped in magic power, and after the magic wrapped his hand, he did not stop output, but continued to move towards the wind scythe in his hand, the wind scythe obviously felt the danger of these magic powers, and began to twist his body to escape despite He Ping's murderous aura, and He Ping grabbed the hand of the wind sickle and did not move, and the output of magic power never stopped.

Soon, He Ping's magic completely wrapped the wind sickle's, and as the wind sickle was completely wrapped, the wind sickle also stopped struggling, although its consciousness still existed and was not dead, but it was like consciousness could not control the body, so it could only let He Ping's magic gradually penetrate from its body towards its body, and soon, the magic power that was still wrapped in the wind sickle just now was all converged into the body of the wind sickle.

At this time, the body of the wind sickle began to convulse and spasm, and He Ping's hand holding the wind sickle was also tightened more and more, as if he wanted to strangle the wind sickle to death, at this moment, He Ping's hand suddenly closed, and the fingers passed directly through the body of the wind sickle as if it was an invisible thing, and held something in the body of the wind sickle, and then, the body of the wind sickle, which had no strength to rely on, fell to the ground with gravity, and there was no movement.

And He Ping's hand, but left a cloud of translucent material with a strange light, this translucent substance is a bit like a gas, ethereal, but it does not drift away, and it is a bit like a liquid, the streamer is shining, but it does not slip off, He Ping, who already has sufficient theoretical knowledge, of course understands that this is the beast soul he just extracted from the wind sickle, as for the body of the wind sickle, at this time, without the consciousness of the beast soul, it is naturally unable to move, and then it gradually loses its vitality.

The beast soul in He Ping's hand was slowly exuding something around at this time, He Ping understood that this was a sign that the beast soul was gradually dissipating after losing the support of its body, so he didn't have time to observe the wind sickle beast soul in his hand, and hurriedly picked up the long knife he had prepared just now with his other hand, and then grabbed the hand of the beast soul and immediately pressed the beast soul in his hand on the knife body of the long knife, and continued to use magic and spiritual power to operate according to the use of sealing witchcraft that had been practiced in advance.

As He Ping's magic power continued to operate, the Wind Scythe Beast Soul in his hand began to gradually merge with the long knife, and this process did not encounter much resistance, because although the Wind Scythe Beast Soul did not know what was going on, it was the essence of survival. can tell it that if it doesn't find a body again, then the consciousness will gradually dissipate, and what He Ping did at this time was to make the beast soul of the wind sickle believe that the long knife was another body, so once the beast soul of the wind sickle recognized this "body", it did not need He Ping to forcibly seal it, but took the initiative to enter.

There are fewer and fewer beast souls left in He Ping's hands, and there are more and more beast souls in the long knife, and soon, the beast soul in He Ping's hand has completely entered the long knife, and the knife body of the long knife first lit up, and then returned to normal, but unlike before, there was an extra wind sickle pattern on the knife body at this time, and the horcrux was successfully made!