Jiang Yu'er gently shook the blood soul sail in her hand, and a ghost soldier floated out silently, quietly walking towards the young Taoist priest who had been blocked by the White Bone Demon God, and the Taoist priest was all his energy on Feng Ye at the moment, for fear that a flash would be blown up by Feng Ye's punch. Where would he notice the little ghost soldier he doesn't pay attention to at all on weekdays?

There are also body refining cultivators in this world, but body refining cultivators are not the mainstream, so the Taoist priest can't figure it out, how can there be such a person in this world whose body is comparable to a magic weapon?

Feng Ye was entangled with the other party's White Bone Demon God, only to hear a miserable scream, the young Taoist priest who was directing the White Bone Demon God to fight with him had already fallen in a pool of blood, and a small ghost soldier was standing behind him. The bloody ghost claws were still on the back of the Taoist priest's neck, looking terrible and terrifying.

Feng Ye turned his head to look at the little girl behind him, only to see that the little girl was smiling proudly at him. He shook the Blood Soul Sail in his hand and said, "Brother, I said I wouldn't hold back, you see, I can still help you." ”

Feng Ye stretched out his hand and put the white bone demon god in front of him, which had become smaller again after the death of the young Taoist priest, into the space gem. The strength of this White Bone Demon God is not low, it is definitely a good thing, Feng Ye wants to sacrifice this level of White Bone Demon God by himself, at least he needs to sacrifice for many years.

Although it is said that other people's magic weapons are not very easy to refine, for Feng Ye, who has unlimited blood, it is not a problem. When the Blood Sacrifice Dafa is activated, no matter what level of magic weapon it is, it can still be easily pocketed.

Feng Ye rubbed the little girl's head, and still had a good impression of this smart and clever little girl. "The reason why my brother didn't use the magic weapon to kill him was just because he wanted to catch him alive. I'm going to ask you about the Nether Sect. ”

The little girl's originally proud little expression suddenly became stupid, and she said ashamedly: "Brother, I'm sorry." ”

"It's all right, aren't there three of them? Let's go catch this last one. Feng Ye said with a smile.

After speaking, he checked the other teenagers, and he didn't know what spells were cast by this young Taoist priest, all of them were stupid, and they were no longer conscious.

"The rest of the guy either entered the sea of blood or went to the bone pit, but he must come back, so we will wait for him in this hall. Feng Ye said to the little girl.

"Bad luck, it's too bad luck, this batch of little guys is really not angry, there are only a few people who cultivate the Netherworld Ghost Trick, and the little ghosts they refine are not worth it. It's still your white bones that take advantage of it. These little ghosts can provide you with a large number of white bone demon gods every year. A young man in a blood-red robe walked out of the door leading to the sea of blood with a curse.

The blood-clothed young man, as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ye's attack had already arrived. These Netherworld Sect disciples had a lot of actual combat experience, and when he realized that something was wrong, the whole person was like a ghost, floating backwards along Feng Ye's fist wind.

With Feng Ye's speed, he actually let this person dodge. The blood-clothed young man's movements were like electricity, and he appeared very strangely behind Feng Ye's back, with five fingers like knives, straight into Feng Ye's vest. The leather armor of the Demon God Federation failed to work in the slightest, and it was torn apart by this grasp.

When Feng Ye realized that it was not good, he couldn't dodge it, the Xuanwu Immortal Body was running at full strength, and the ghost claws of the blood-clothed young man suddenly couldn't move in an inch. When Feng Ye turned around to attack again, the blood-clothed young man still dodged away.

In just a split second, Feng Ye had already realized that the guy in front of him was much more powerful than the two who died. Those two people only rely on the White Bone Demon God and zombies, and their own strength is not strong.

And this strange young man in front of him is terrifying in his own strength. That ghostly speed alone had already dispelled Feng Ye's idea of being captured alive. In this kind of enclosed space, Feng Ye was unable to summon three thousand death knights. I could only take out the blood soul sail, but what I didn't expect was that the blood-clothed young man on the opposite side actually had the same idea.

The blood-clothed young man with erratic movements couldn't actually exert the same feeling in this dungeon, and he couldn't give full play to his speed advantage.

The two sides took out the blood soul sail almost at the same time, and between the shaking, the blood waves behind Feng Ye and the blood-clothed young man were rolling, and all kinds of countless ghosts were hidden in this sea of blood. In an instant, the blood waves behind the two collided together.

It's just that the blood-clothed young man's blood soul sail turned into a sea of blood, which is rich in color and black, with a fishy smell. If an ordinary magic weapon falls into it, it can easily defile the magic weapon. And the sea of blood that Feng Ye's blood soul sail turned into, although it emitted a bloody smell, its color was bright red, and there was no way to defile the effect of the magic weapon.

There are a large number of ghosts on the blood-clothed youth's side, including thousands, but their strength is uneven. Although there were only thirty-three ghost creatures on Feng Ye's side, their strength had already reached the level of the ghost king.

Although the ghost kings on Feng Ye's side were all refined by low-level alchemy, they had no consciousness, and their actual combat strength was far inferior to that of normal ghost kings. But the ghost king is the ghost king, even if it is a weak chicken among the ghost kings, when facing the little ghosts who are not as good as them, the advantage is also visible to the naked eye.

The blood-colored waves collided, and the ghosts hidden in the sea of blood also began to fight with the blood waves. It's just that every time they fight, the other party is eaten by dozens of ghosts. The blood-clothed young man was suddenly shocked and said, "So many ghost kings, who are you? But which senior in the sect? ”

Feng Ye didn't answer, but the movements in his hands were a little faster. The blood-clothed young man fought and retreated, all the way out of the main hall. Turn around and run.

Feng Ye was just about to need the other party to take him to find his way out, so he pulled the little girl Jiang Yu'er and chased after him. It's also a long tunnel. It is not unreasonable that this Netherworld Sect has been jointly defeated by the eight major sects of the Righteous Path, and it is still active in this world.

At least people dig this hole very well, and they have the consciousness of being a ground mouse. It's not easy for those who are on the right path to catch up with them. Seeing the light ahead, the ten thousand ghost blood souls in Feng Ye's hands flickered, the sea of blood surged, and the thirty-three ghost kings appeared and disappeared in the sea of blood. Be the first to rush out of the hole.

"Senior brothers, the thieves are powerful, Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Sun have been killed, please help me. The blood-clothed young man outside the cave shouted from afar.

Feng Ye took Jiang Yu'er and rushed out after the thirty-three ghost kings. What catches your eye is a beautiful environment, without the slightest hint of yin and evil, which is completely different from the environment in the underground cave.

Not far away is a towering mountain, the white clouds float in the middle of the mountainside, the line of sight passes through the white cloud gap, revealing the majestic palace group, the aura is rich, a fairy atmosphere. If it weren't for someone who knew the details, I was afraid that I wouldn't have guessed that this was actually a cult place.

At this moment, the blood-clothed young man had already turned over the dozen or so monks at the foot of the mountain, and he fought back viciously. "Boy, I was just underground, and the space over there was too small for me to show my strength. I'll let you know I'm awesome now!"

"Hey, it's a coincidence, I just don't think I can show my strength underground. Feng Ye said with a smile.