The yin mist above the cold spring shrank suddenly, and then with a few "poof, poof" sounds, the ghostly soul beads erupted along with the yin mist. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Cheng Ziming's eyes flashed, and he immediately waved his hands to show the "Wind Driving Technique", and the six freshly baked soul beads just jumped out of the cold spring, and they were fished out of Cheng Ziming's hands. When the soul bead arrived in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he put the soul bead into the storage bracelet. At the same time, I secretly thought: There are two more than last night, which means that the yin power in the cold spring is more abundant?

At the same time, the remaining fifteen cold springs also erupted the same number of soul beads simultaneously. With so many soul beads surging, the Yin Souls couldn't help but collectively slam violently, and their faces showed fanatical expressions.

At this critical moment, the "Daylight Talisman" in Lao Li Tou's hand suddenly flashed suddenly, and then turned into ashes and scattered on the ground, and the masculine light balls surrounding Lao Li Tou and Xiao Li Tou also disappeared. Almost at the moment when the ball of light dissipated, a spiritual light flashed in Lao Litou's hand, which was the standard technique used to open the storage bag, but unfortunately Lao Li's face stiffened and he didn't take out any items from the storage bag.

At this time, a soul bead happened to fall to the ground, and the bones rolled in front of Lao Li's head and feet, and then stopped. Lao Li Tou's eyes showed even more despair, and he lowered his head miserably, and hugged Xiao Li Tou in his arms even tighter. Immediately, countless yin spirits rushed straight to the soul bead, and the figures of the old Li head and grandson were immediately submerged in the yin souls......

Xin Yue stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the yin ghosts who rushed to the outside of the pavilion, and sighed deeply. Although he is a spirit clone and a spirit body, he doesn't need to breathe, but he still subconsciously sighs: this night is destined to be another melee.

Fortunately, the soul beads in the pavilion were included in the storage bracelet by Cheng Ziming, and the yin soul was attracted by the soul beads, and was naturally led to the pavilion where the soul beads landed. The Cold Spring Pavilion where Cheng Ziming was located was a sudden decrease in pressure.

Cheng Ziming sat on the ground and closed his eyes. He really didn't want to watch another scuffle. The night before, in order to compete for the soul beads, the Yin Soul army carried out a tragic killing, and hundreds of Yin Souls finally scattered. Although Xianlu is ruthless, he doesn't want to see these ghosts who are still neighbors, relatives and friends during the day killing each other. At this time, the barbarian came up, and said with a smile: "Thanks to you and your ghost cultivator friend tonight, I don't want this soul bead, and I will rely on your help tomorrow night." ”

"Well said. Cheng Ziming nodded lightly.

Outside the pavilion, more and more yin spirits were scattered in this battle. Blacksmith Zhao relied on his tall man and big horse, and he had already captured another soul bead. He was concentrating on refining the soul bead, but a white shadow suddenly popped out next to him, and he opened his mouth and bit at Blacksmith Zhao. Blacksmith Zhao subconsciously waved his hand, just hitting Bai Ying in the face, and Bai Ying took the opportunity to bite Zhao Blacksmith's palm. Blacksmith Zhao frowned, raised his other arm, slashed diagonally on Bai Ying's shoulder, and then grabbed it with his big hand and tore off one of Bai Ying's arms. After the arm was separated from the body, the wound emitted a trace of white gas, and soon became transparent. Blacksmith Zhao handed the translucent arm to his mouth, and ate the arm and white qi with a bite and a suck.

Bai Ying had already let go of Blacksmith Zhao's palm at this time, and took two steps back, revealing a translucent face. It turned out that he was the son of the village chief, the eldest son Zhao Chengfu who killed Liniang. At the wound on his shoulder, a trace of white air flowed out and dissipated into the air, which was the soul power on his body, and as the white qi passed, his body became more and more transparent, and his expression became weaker and weaker.

Blacksmith Zhao finished sucking the eldest prince's arm, as if he was still unsatisfied, he took two steps forward, grabbed the eldest prince's neck like a chicken, carried it in front of him, opened his mouth and bit him fiercely. The eldest prince let out a high-pitched scream characteristic of the Shadow, but it only lasted for a few breaths before the scream weakened. A trace of white gas entered Zhao Blacksmith's mouth from the eldest prince's body, and the eldest prince's body became thinner and thinner, and finally he couldn't hold his body anymore, and it tore apart like a ruptured balloon, turning into a faint white gas and dissipating in the air.

The white gas was like mist and smoke, which was the last sign of the dissipation of the soul power in the heavens and the earth. The village chief looked blank and walked through the white gas. His beloved son died, and if it was in normal times, he would have been grief-stricken. But in Mu Na's eyes now, he only had a desire for the soul bead at all, and he didn't realize what was happening at all.

The village chief had already refined twenty soul beads, and his spirit body was much taller and stronger, and it looked as powerful as Blacksmith Zhao. The matter of refining soul beads, the more you go to the back, the more familiar you are, and the village chief has reached the point where he can completely refine a soul bead in a stick of incense. It's just that he instinctively felt that the more he refined the soul beads, the more his body longed for more soul beads, as if the taller and stronger the body, the more difficult it was to eat.

It's a pity that the soul beads spewed out by the cold spring are limited after all. After some fighting, there were less than 100 souls left in Hanquan Village, and among the spirit disciples who entered the small realm, only Cheng Ziming, Xin Yue and Tumanzi survived. The body died, and only Gu Siniang, Gu Xiaoqi, and Gu Xiaoqi, Lao Li Tou, Xiao Li Tou's grandfather and grandson, Zhang Laosan's nephew Zhang Shishi, Shen Yuanwai, who fell in love with Gu Siniang, and Xiao Wu, who had a dark friend Jin Ge, were left.

Compared to Yin Spirits, ghosts are sober and decisive, making it easier to grab soul beads while preserving themselves. Therefore, each of these living ghosts has already refined more than a dozen soul beads. In addition, they originally had the foundation of immortal cultivators, so the ghosts of these spirit disciples were all powerful with condensed souls.

And at this moment, the soul beads were basically consumed, and only in the Cold Spring Pavilion where the praying mantis was, there were still sixteen soul beads left. The praying mantis was extremely lethal to the ghosts and ghosts, and whether it was a ghost or a ghost, they didn't dare to approach it from a distance, let alone enter the pavilion to collect the soul beads.

Gu Siniang and Gu Xiaoqi looked at each other, and the two sisters and brothers smiled tacitly. Immediately, Gu Xiaoqi and Gu Siniang reached out at the same time to grab the yin ghost beside them. The ghosts of the villagers are separated from their dreams in their sleep, and their minds are not yet awake, and they do not know how to resist at all. Gu Xiaoqi and Gu Siniang easily succeeded, and the two of them each grabbed a Yin Soul and threw it towards the Cold Spring Pavilion where the mantis was located with all their might.

The Shade was as light as nothing, and flew straight through the iron fence and continued to fly forward. The praying mantis lurking in the pavilion immediately flew into the air with a "rub". Instinctively sensing the threat of a predator, the Yin Spirit let out a frightened cry and struggled to float out of the pavilion. The sound was even more irritating to the praying mantis. I saw the praying mantis sprint violently, "brushing" and flying close to a ghost, opening its mouth to drop one of his arms. Then the praying mantis "clicked" a few bites, and then tore the ghost and ate it.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain?" Xin Yue saw this scene from afar, and couldn't help frowning tightly. And Cheng Ziming, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, also opened his eyes suddenly at this time, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

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