Ma Ji's hands and feet are nimble, not avoiding blood, methodically touching, suddenly "huh", tearing off a waist card from the waist of the corpse, before he has time to see the name of this demon, the waist card will turn from real to virtual, turned into a blood light, disappeared out of thin air. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Ma Ji scratched his head, and held a bunch of bits and pieces to the master, Li Jingyun glanced at it, where can he see it, and ordered him to put it away, just leave what he likes, and go to the Huangbei Market to exchange for the spirit.

It is said that there is soup to drink with the right person, Ma Ji feels that following the master not only has soup to drink, but also the meat is full, there is such a good thing in the world, and he feels more and more that the master is the great fortune star in his life. Ma Ji picked up the big axe again, played a few axes in the first three and four back, felt very easy, carried it on his shoulder, and quickly followed.

Li Jingyun saw that he was stuffed with a bulging bag in his arms, carrying a big axe that opened the mountain, and he threw him a storage bag casually, passed a few words, and Ma Ji urged his blood according to the law, and together with the big axe, he put all the things in the bag and tied them around his waist, feeling much lighter. He observed the words and colors, did not wait for the master's orders, rolled on the ground and showed his original form, and chased forward with his fart, Li Jingyun smiled slightly, jumped on the horse's back, and the horse thistle shook his spirit, splashed his four hooves and rushed into the wind and snow.

The North Bay is full of crises, Ma Ji relies on the support of his master, unscrupulously penetrates into the hinterland, encounters human tracks along the way, whether it is a demon slave or a sea clan, Li Jingyun slashes with a sword, cleanly and neatly, collects the essence blood and throws it to Ma Ji, let him touch the corpse, and makes a lot of money.

In just a few days, Li Jingyun has killed more than ten demon slaves, all of whom are poor ghosts, and he has not encountered an opponent worthy of a battle. She was a little disappointed, and attacked these small fish and shrimp, firstly, she lost her identity, and secondly, she did not gain much, so she changed her strategy at the moment, ordered Ma Ji to sit cross-legged on the ground, refined all the essence and blood obtained, and forced the blood and qi out of the top of her head.

If you have the guts, come here, if you don't have the guts, get out of the way!

The essence and blood of more than ten demon slaves were fused together, and the blood and qi were condensed like substance, Ma Ji banged in his head, his eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and the violence in his chest was uncontrollable, and his throat "gurgled", and he was about to hurt people, Li Jingyun glanced at him lightly. This glance fell on him, just like "separating the eight top yang bones and pouring a bucket of snow water", Ma Ji shuddered, and suddenly came to his senses, one backbone was pulled out of the cold, and he couldn't move at all.

Li Jingyun slowly looked away, Ma Ji was relieved, her heart was like a mirror, she hurriedly straightened her back straight, sat upright in the ice and snow, carried her blood, and tried to turn herself into a bright light in the night, attracting those moths who didn't know whether they were alive or dead to rush to death.

The evil aura is so strong, ordinary demon slaves are afraid to avoid it, and they hide far away one by one, not daring to get close to snoop, only those powerful characters who have achieved the true body of the divine soldier hesitate whether they should step forward to fight.

The sky gradually became gloomy, and the wind and snow became fierce, but they were blocked by blood and qi, and they could not approach three feet in front of them. When he was concentrating on refining the essence of blood, Ma Ji suddenly became vigilant, subconsciously collected his blood, got up, held the big axe in his hand, and looked at it intently, only to see a black shadow coming slowly, stepping on the ice and snow "creaking" sound, the three soul eyes on his chest flashed like stars, and the spirit appeared, looming.

Ma Ji's momentum was frustrated, he had already heard of the power of the soul refining divine soldier, and asked himself, he was just a monster who had not long transformed into a shape, with a few catties of brute force, where could he put it right with such a strong hand, but after thinking about it, there was a master pressing the formation, just let it go, what are you afraid of! His courage soared, he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, clenched the big axe of opening the mountain and rushed forward, his hand rose and fell, and slashed at the side of the opponent's neck.

Attracted by the blood is a personal guard under Hu Shuai of Polar Sun City, surnamed Fu Mingteng, born in the Yu clan of Lu Huangzhou, when Hu Shuai started the army, he was ordered to go to Dayingzhou, followed him for many years, and made great achievements, but limited to his background, he could not be entrusted with important tasks, and even Polar Sun City was not allowed to go out lightly. This time, Hu Bugui went to Huangbei City, and brought the surviving Yu clan guards with him, except for Fu Difang, who was killed by Jingyun Zhenren, and Fu Xi, who was killed by Wei Seventeen, there are still thirteen left, of which less than half have cultivated into the true body of the divine soldier.

Fu Teng's achievement of three products to capture the true body of the gods, the left breast golden eye Dapeng bird, the right breast nine-headed bird, and the three points below the umbilicus are all ordinary goods, he has cultivated the soul refining divine soldier, and all the magical powers of the Yu clan have been abandoned, but the power of the true body of the god is limited, and the real body of Liuru Fei is far from the real body, he believes that his qualifications are not inferior to Fu Difang, but the real body is waiting for it, and he has always been a pity. This time he came to Huangbei City with Hu Shuai, Fu Teng intended to find a few rare spirits in the market and refine his true body again, but the high-grade spirits were rare, he was short of money, and he had to try his luck in Beiwan.

The Yu clan is not good at naval warfare, Fu Teng is self-aware, he does not go to find trouble with the kraken, only searches on land, this day suddenly sees the evil spirit rising to the sky, it seems that there is a powerful character invited to fight, he is quite moved, come to see closely, but he is disappointed, although the blood is strong, but it comes from external forces, and it is still 108,000 miles away from manipulating freely, and it is vulnerable.

Seeing that the other party didn't know how to advance or retreat, and slashed with an axe, Fu Teng laughed slightly, urged the power of the soul, and slapped a palm on the axe, the power was unusually large, Ma Ji only felt that his arms were shaken, the tiger's mouth cracked, and he couldn't hold it steadily, and the big axe flew out of his hand, turned like a wheel, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. He panicked for a while, subconsciously held his head with both hands, and rolled out on the ground.

Fu Teng's heart was even more contemptuous, where did he come from, with this idea, coming to Beiwan was purely to send him to death! He had a feeling of being deceived, he laughed cruelly, his legs were slightly bent, and before he could jump out, a throbbing swept across his back, Fu Teng instinctively threw himself forward, plunged into the snow, and gnawed on a mouth full of slush.

Ma Ji happened to raise her head, and when she saw that the other party was so embarrassed, she couldn't help but smile.

The crisis was imminent, Fu Teng screamed "quack", showing its original form, it was actually a two-headed giant eagle, fluttering its wings, sliding dozens of feet against the ice and snow, flying obliquely, with a wisp of blue-gray sword wire on its claws, trembling and imperceptible.

Li Jingyun's figure slowly emerged from the void, holding the Dinghui sword, spit out a wisp of sword wire, Hao's wrist shook slightly, and the sword wire wrapped the double-headed eagle's claws like a spirit snake, and with a "zheng" sound, it collapsed straight. Fu Teng looked down, but saw that the person who attacked him was a cultivator, and he immediately became angry in his heart, and struggled to struggle, not wanting the sword to be extremely sharp, and broke his claws silently, and the blood gushed like a spring, dripping on the snow.

Although the power is not strong, the real body is extremely strong, water and fire are not invasive, the axe is not injured, and he doesn't want to be lightly strangled by the sword wire, so he lost a claw, Fu Teng couldn't help but be afraid in addition to being angry. Who the hell is that woman? I haven't seen such a person in the Deserted North City, where did she come from?