"Poof!!"

Mingyi spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with internal organs.

His eyes were incredulous, and he slowly turned around and looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief.

He looked down and saw that there was a hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

"Ugh!!"

He let out a groaned cry of pain.

"Ten layers of qi refining??"

"How can there be a tenth-level immortal cultivator in this world?"

He let out a ghostly cry and struggled to fly off the road.

However, he was destined to not escape.

"Poof!!"

His body slammed to the ground, and he couldn't breathe in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Feng came to his corpse with a hideous face: "I won't let you feel better if I die!" ”

Zhao Feng stretched out his right hand and clasped it on Ming Yi's forehead.

"Soul Drain!!"

He almost yelled out.

In an instant, a transparent phantom was dragged out by Zhao Feng.

The souls of ordinary people are unconscious, however, the souls of immortal cultivators who have undergone cultivation are conscious.

Ming Yi was just dazed for a moment, and instantly reacted: "Why am I here??" ”

He looked at Zhao Feng stunned: "What did you do to me??" ”

The corners of Zhao Feng's mouth showed a cruel smile: "I didn't do anything!" ”

"Just ......"

"It's just that I'll let you live in this life, and you can't die!"

Ming Yi was terrified: "Who the hell are you??" Why do you extract people's souls? This is the only way the Holy Lord can do it! ”

"Holy Lord?? What Holy Lord?? ”

Zhao Feng asked sharply.

Ming Yi trembled with fear.

He hesitated and said, "I don't know, I just heard!" ”

"Huh??"

Zhao Feng's eyes flashed with a dangerous look: "You lied to me??" ”

"Nope! I didn't! Ming Yi hurriedly shook his head.

Zhao Feng sneered: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I'll explore it myself!" It's just that you may become Alzheimer's! ”

Ming Yi was taken aback: "It's a soul search technique?!" ”

“bingo！ Congratulations, you got it right! ”

"Boom!"

Zhao Feng stretched out his eagle claws and grabbed Ming Yi's head.

"Soul Search!!"

"Buzz!!"

Zhao Feng's body flashed with dazzling divine light, and those divine lights burst out, flashing with colorful colors. Even mortals can see it.

I don't know, I thought Zhao Feng was using auspicious means. In fact, he used the most cruel means!

Zhao Feng closed his eyes, and little by little memories flooded into his mind.

A picture appears.

It is a temple where incense is flourishing.

Zhao Feng frowned, he could only see this.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath.

Suddenly, his soul phantom crashed headlong into the picture.

"Click".

"Bu Lingling!"

The sound of glass shattering, like crystal.

Zhao Feng could see more things.

It's still the same temple, but the style of painting has changed.

This temple is smoky, and the monks inside drink and have fun. It's simply the most chaotic place in the world.

An angry look appeared on Zhao Feng's face: "I will definitely find it!" ”

"Who?!"

There was a shout.

Zhao Feng was taken aback.

An illusory palm flew in.

Zhao Feng was only surprised for a moment, and in an instant, he stretched out his eagle claws and slapped them with one palm.

"Bang!"

The palms formed by the two souls collided together.

The corners of Zhao Feng's mouth curled slightly: "What should I be, it turns out to be a seventh-layer qi refining!" Just mastered the power of the soul! ”

The other party was shocked: "Who are you?!" ”

"Kill your guy!!"

Zhao Feng still wanted to continue to do it, but alas, the time for soul searching was up.

He had no choice but to retreat, feeling a little pity in his heart.

Outside.

Zhao Feng opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of gloom.

He looked at Red Square: "Erase their memories!" ”

"Good!"

There was no nonsense on Red Square and began to erase the memories of the crowd.

However, when it was a person's turn, there was an accident.

That person is Xiao Min.

Xiao Min burst into tears: "Please, don't erase my memory!" Let me remember you, can you? ”

Zhao Feng's heart was touched.

"Alas!"

Zhao Feng sighed faintly, came to Xiao Min's side, raised his right hand and gently put it on her forehead: "We will meet again!" ”

"Really??"

"Really! I never lie! ”

Zhao Feng smiled and personally erased Xiao Min's memory.

Finish doing these.

Zhao Feng looked at Red Square: "You wait for me here, I have to do something!" ”

Hongchang frowned, always feeling that Zhao Feng's words were full of orders.

He is very unaccustomed to this.

Without waiting for Red Square to nod, Zhao Feng grabbed Dewey's corpse and Ming Yi's corpse, and disappeared in an instant.

Pitch black caves.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged and breathed, and there were two corpses in front of him. It was Mingyi and Dewey.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"The Medicine Pole Sect can live and die human flesh and bones, and there is a forbidden technique among them, which is the technique of soul transfer!"

"As the descendant of the Medicine Extreme Sect, how can I not know the Soul Transfer Technique?!"

Zhao Feng's words seem to be asking himself, and it seems to be announce!

He took a deep breath.

"Not long after Dewey died, his soul has not yet dissipated!"

"But the flesh is broken!"

"But Ming Yi is different, he is an immortal cultivator. Immortal cultivators cultivate to the fullest, the flesh is eternal, the sky is difficult to bury, and the earth is difficult to destroy! ”

Zhao Feng's eyes were blazing.

He stretched out his right hand and pinched a mantra. In an instant, Mingyi's soul appeared.

"I just need to replenish Mingyi's soul power to Dewey! Then put Dewey's soul into Mingyi's body! ”

"Soul Transfer, great! Merit! Tell! Yes! ”

Just do what you say.

Zhao Feng stopped talking nonsense.

He pinched the mantra.

In an instant, a transparent unconscious soul floated out of Dewey's body.

The appearance of this phantom is exactly what Dewey looks.

Zhao Feng smiled slightly.

"Now, extract the power of Mingyi's soul!"

"Buzz!"

Zhao Feng stretched out his eagle claws and buckled them directly on Ming Yi's head.

In an instant, a puff of gas that was so white that it was almost transparent appeared.

White gas swirled around Zhao Feng, wanting to burrow into his mind.

"Humph!!"

Zhao Feng snorted coldly, and the gas instantly obediently obeyed.

Zhao Feng grabbed the gas, and in an instant, the gas turned into a ball.

He grabbed the gas and shot it straight into Dewey's mind.

"Bang!!"

Dewey's soul suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling light appeared.

He blinked, "Who am I?!" Where am I? ”

"Dewey! Don't wake up yet?? ”

Dewey was an agitated spirit, and he was awake in an instant.

He looked at Zhao Feng in a daze: "Little brother, what's wrong with me?" Am I not dead? ”

Zhao Feng smiled slightly: "With me, it's hard for you to die!" ”

Dewey looked at the scene around him and was startled.

"Little brother, you killed someone?!"

"I can't help it!"

Zhao Feng explained lightly.

Dewey glanced at Zhao Feng and instantly understood the cause and effect.

"Little brother, you are a strange person! You must have used some special method to save me! ”

Zhao Feng nodded and did not speak.

"At what cost??" Dewey asked.

"Ten years to live!" Zhao Feng replied lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.