Wind blowing snow looked at Feng Prison in some surprise, she stared at Feng Jian for a while, as if she wanted to find something out of his expression!

The mortal soul is a bit taboo, although there are also monks who collect mortal souls in private, but such immortal cultivators are in the minority.

Moreover, the mortal soul is not as good as the monk's soul, and it takes a lot of numbers to be comparable to the monk's soul, and the mortal soul is not very pure.

Therefore, she was a little surprised that the prison had said that he wanted to collect the souls of mortals.

Seeing the wind blowing and snowing, the prison was stunned and a little helpless, this mortal soul is no better than the soul of a monk, and it will soon dissipate in the world.

Therefore, he can't wait for the wind and snow to go away, and he has to collect it as soon as possible, so he can't say what he thinks.

After the wind blew Xue was surprised, he asked with one hand: "Fellow Daoist, please!"

After the death of this mortal soul, it has no spiritual intelligence, and if the monk does not collect it, it will also dissipate into heaven and earth.

As for legends such as whether it is possible to be reincarnated, most of them immortal cultivators don't believe in this.

And after cultivating for so many years, she has long been accustomed to these things such as collecting essence blood and souls!

Bearish!

She didn't need a soul, so she didn't compete with the prison for harmony.

............

Feng Prison nodded and thanked him.

He took out a skull, and the skull's eyes emitted green light, which was very terrifying!

This skull artifact is the magic weapon left by the old thief Yi, and he has already refined the skull.

The reason why he took out the skull magic weapon was because it was impossible for him to collect his soul into the sea of consciousness in front of others.

Therefore, he planned to put the soul in the skull first, and then decide what to do with it afterwards.

His mana poured into the skull, and the skull staggered and flew out of his hand.

He struck out the spell with both hands, and the skull immediately emitted a green light, and the green light fell on the corpse.

The green light pulled souls from the corpses of some mortals, and then dragged them into the skulls.

According to a rough estimate, there are about 100 souls.

At this moment, a scene caught his attention, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the corpses of the monks.

There were two monk corpses below that also had gray souls on them, but it was a little difficult for the green light to pull the souls.

Although the corpses of these monks have been dead longer than many mortals, it takes a long time for the souls of the monks to dissipate, and there may be two more corpses of monks with souls left.

These two souls are a monk surnamed Lu, and a fellow monk surnamed Lu.

When he saw the soul of the monk in prison, his eyes lit up a little, the soul of the monk was no better than the soul of a mortal, and it was much more useful.

Moreover, he also needs the soul of a Yin Spirit Root monk to refine the Soul Hook Lock, and there is one of them, plus the monk he killed at the beginning, among whom there is also a Yin Spirit Root.

Isn't there just two Yin Spirit Root Cultivator souls, but thinking that there are still forty-seven souls left, he has a headache.

After he put away his soul, he thanked the wind and snow again.

Feng Xue waved her hand to signal that it was okay, she paused and seemed to remember something, and her face became a little serious.

Seeing this, the prison seal was also a little clear, and he also had a faint pimple in his heart.

"I don't know what Feng Daoyou thinks about that blood arrow. ”

The wind blowing the snow was talking about the blood arrow that the monk surnamed Lu detonated.

Sure enough, he had been worried about this all the time.

Especially when he saw Brother Junyi before leaving, the look back with a hint of a smile made him even more suspicious.

"Alas, Feng also didn't know, since it was the last blow of the person surnamed Lu before he died, it wouldn't be so simple. ”

"Poor Dao thinks the same way, I don't know if you have time to ......!"

"Hmm...... I wonder what Wind Dao friends think?"