Under the pull of the prison, soon all the souls will go to hell.

Almost all of them were soulless mortal souls, and there were two monk souls mixed in with them.

Among the two monks' souls, there was a Yin Spirit Root Soul, and after thinking about it, he still stayed in the skull magic weapon.

Thinking of this, he thought of the black-robed monk who appeared at the beginning of the demon body to kill, that person was also a Yin Spirit Root monk, but it was a pity that he didn't think that so much was directly absorbed by the old locust tree in the sea of knowledge at that time.

When he entered the sea of knowledge, he saw that a gray fruit had grown on the old locust tree.

He couldn't laugh or cry, what was the use of having the fruit of the Yin Spirit Root!

He looked at the gray fruit for a moment, and his mind was pulled into hell.

At this time, in hell, those souls who have entered hell have fallen into the sea of purgatory.

"Ahhh......h

The others were better without the Psychic Spirit, but the monk's soul was screaming hoarse in the flames.

A large amount of resentment floated up, gathered in one place and slowly melted into the void.

And the screams don't stop all the time, and there is no energy for a soul.

I don't know how long it has been, and the resentment has gradually become scarce, until there is no resentment at all.

When I looked at it again, I saw that the ghosts had become transparent, and they felt very pure at a glance.

The monk's soul was still screaming with anger, but it had also become transparent.

Feng Prison was not surprised to see this, he had seen it once before, and this resentment would become like this when it was drained.

Since there was no resentment to squeeze, and there was no enmity between him and the monk's soul, he raised his hand and waved, and the mortal soul melted into the void along with the monk's soul, and fed it to the old locust tree.

When he returned to the sea of knowledge and saw the old locust tree, he was a little surprised......!

The soul of a monk is transformed into a fruit of soul power like the soul of a mortal, and it seems that after squeezing out the resentment, there is no monk's character, and it cannot be turned into a fruit that strengthens the spiritual root.

And this soul power fruit is the fruit of the soul of the thief who was sealed in prison and absorbed on the mountain.

It seems that it can only enhance the spirit and realm of evil ghosts!

Or enhance his soul and sense!

This time, the soul power fruit was about the same size as those bandit fruits on the mountain.

It should be that the resentment is consumed, is it the ...... The soul power of the soul also shrank.

In this way, he is also a lot more relieved, after all, who knows if there is a harm to such a thing as resentment, so he can also absorb the soul power fruit with more peace of mind.

Thinking so, he looked at the fruit of resentment on the branch of the old locust tree, so much resentment, the fruit was already ripe.

From time to time, grimaces would appear on the resentment fruit, which made his heart furious, and he decided that he would definitely not try.

His gaze turned to the Soul Power Fruit again, and as soon as the thought moved, the Spirit Power Fruit immediately fell from the branch.

The soul power fruit had just fallen, and his gray soul mist in the sea of consciousness was churning violently.

In the next moment, a large amount of soul mist condensed around the soul power fruit, and it quickly enveloped the fruit.

The Soul Power Fruit melts the liquid, then dissolves into the Soul Mist.

At the same time, there was a fluttering feeling of immortality rising from the prison, as if his soul had lost its restraint and flew higher and higher.

Forget all your worries, have no distractions, no thoughts...... It's as if I want to merge into heaven and earth.

"Knock knock ......!"

A knock on the door came to my ears, and a fierce feeling of weightlessness came from the prison as if it had fallen from the sky.

He suddenly came to his senses!

The hollow eyes of the prison seal slowly appeared!

When he came to his senses, his face was full of fear!

Almost......!

Almost, he was lost in that pleasure!

He didn't know what the consequences would be, but the terrifying throbbing in his heart made him know that he couldn't get lost in it.

"Knock knock ......!"

The knock on the door sounded again, and the prison had no time to check what had changed in him, so he hurriedly stood up and opened the door.

When you open the door, you will see a nun!

"Wind Daoyou?" the person in front of him was the wind blowing snow, and he wondered how she knew she was here!

The wind blows the snow and is still wearing that robe, and the wide robe covers her figure, and she can't see how she is in shape.

"Fellow Daoist!"

Wind Blowing Xue screamed, and then his eyes signaled whether he could enter, and he welcomed Feng Daoyou into the room.

The wind blows the snow and is not polite, and it goes directly into the room.

"Wind Fellows, please take a seat!"

"Hmm!"

Feng Fengxue nodded, sat in the corner of the wooden table, and Feng Jian picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for her.

He poured himself another cup of tea, then sat down and asked suspiciously, "How does Feng Daoyou know that Feng Mou is here, and why is he here?"

Fengxue didn't drink the tea, shook his head and sighed: "Fellow Daoists, look out the window!"

Prison put down the teacup and got up to open the curtain and looked out the window...... Glancing around, he immediately noticed that there were some monks gathered outside the inn!

"What is this?"

"Alas...... Friends of the Seal...... You and I are in big trouble!"

ps: Evil ghosts only have souls, so a strong soul equals a strong realm.

And the strong soul of an immortal cultivator is only equal to the strength of the divine sense, and the mana of an immortal cultivator is equal to the strength of the realm.

As if I said it before?

Shame, I don't remember if I said it or not, so I'll just say it here once.