Hearing this, Ye Zifeng's face changed.

Looking at the bones in front of him, he fiercely cast the Thunder God Blast, and shouted: "Wishful thinking!"

The bones that died here many years ago instantly dissipated into the air under Ye Zifeng's punch.

Ye Zifeng's face became more solemn, and he looked at the open space in front of him.

"Decisive enough, but alas, you chose the wrong target!"

The voice came with pride, and the beads in Ye Zifeng suddenly changed.

Immediately, Ye Zifeng saw an illusory and hideous spirit flying out of the bead, grinning like a ghost.

The spirit was not hidden in the bones, but in the glowing beads!

This made Ye Zifeng shocked in his heart, and secretly said in his heart that it was a pity, if he had just blasted directly at this bead, maybe this divine soul would have been completely annihilated.

Ye Zifeng was about to attack again, but the spirit that flew over opened his mouth and made a sharp sound.

The sharp voice drilled into Ye Zifeng's ears, and his mind felt as if he had been pricked by thousands of needles.

With a miserable snort, Ye Zifeng's movements couldn't help but pause, and he realized that the spirit in front of him just now did not lie to himself, he really did something in his mind.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the spirit laughed and burrowed into Ye Zifeng's body.

With a shock to his body, Ye Zifeng's whole body stiffened, and it was a little difficult to move his fingers, and Ye Zifeng seemed to have lost control of his body.

The voice came from the body: "Hahaha, the ignorant junior, he actually wants to rebel against the old man! Look at the old man erasing your consciousness and taking your body!"

Ye Zifeng's expression was slightly panicked, but an unyielding light flashed in his eyes.

He is the only one who takes other people's things, and no one has ever taken anything from him.

"Hey, your body and qualifications are really poor, and your strength is also weak and pitiful, it seems that you need to change your body if you are stronger in the future. ”

"Don't worry, after the old man occupies your body, if you have any deep hatred, I can help you solve it, obediently give up resisting, you will have less pain, and the old man will save some time. ”

When the divine soul entered Ye Zifeng's body, it began to bewitch continuously.

"Dreaming!" Ye Zifeng passed an idea.

"Hehe, do you still want to resist now? Do you know how blessed you are to be looked down upon by me!"

The spirit really heard Ye Zifeng's heart, and said with a strange smile: "Forget it, since you are unwilling to cooperate, the old man has to use some means, if you can't help it, this life will disappear completely." ”

As soon as the words fell, I don't know what means were used, Ye Zifeng's head banged loudly, and the pain that was ten million times more painful than just now came from there.

This kind of pain, as if it was about to pull out Ye Zifeng's soul a little bit, was constantly consumed, Ye Zifeng only felt that his body was constantly trembling, and his soul was almost unconscious.

"I can't complain about the old man. The spirit snorted coldly, and more intense pain followed.

Ye Zifeng felt as if his whole person was about to collapse, and the consciousness in his mind was also fluctuating, like a candle flame in the wind and rain, which could be annihilated at any time.

But only those bloodshot eyes still maintain a stubbornness and persistence.

"Well?" the spirit was surprised, "how can you resist?

As he spoke, Ye Zifeng clearly felt the golden blood in his body churning, and then he felt that the pain in his soul was much less, and he slowly returned to his original appearance.

At the same time, a huge suction force went straight to the mind.

"What is this?" The voice of the divine soul suddenly panicked, as if it had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world, and panicked, "What is this? Don't, don't come, ah!"

With his screams, his mind suddenly became clear, and Ye Zifeng faintly felt that something was sucked into his golden body.

With a light body, Ye Zifeng gasped for breath and sat down on the ground.

What happened just now happened very quickly, from the time the divine soul drilled into his body to the present, it was only ten breaths before and after, but Ye Zifeng felt that several years had passed.

And after successfully resisting the erosion of the divine soul, Ye Zifeng clearly noticed that his willpower had become a little stronger.

The screams of the soul were heard continuously, and the voice was sharp and frightened, and the words kept telling for mercy.

After feeling it slightly, Ye Zifeng found that the divine soul was now staying in a certain corner of his golden body, and the expression on his face was trembling.

"Shaoxia, Shaoxia, the old man is wrong, if you let me out, I won't dare anymore. ”

The voice of horror came, he didn't know where he was, but he seemed to feel a pair of malicious eyes staring at him, as if they were going to destroy him at any moment.

Ye Zifeng's expression became strange.

The last time I was in the canyon, the golden body directly absorbed half of the Yin Spirit Dew, and it is still stored in the body, waiting to be used when I break through.

Today, the golden body actually sucked that divine soul into it again.

Although Ye Zifeng also knew that the golden body could absorb a lot of spiritual energy, he never expected that even a person's divine soul could absorb it.

The soul of the strong is also a kind of energy, and it is definitely the energy of great replenishment!

With a thought in his mind, ignoring the begging for mercy of the divine spirit, Ye Zifeng silently operated the Thunder God Decision.

Under the traction of the thunder god, the spirit finally escaped from the golden body, and before he could be happy, he found himself in a violent thunderbolt.

The screams immediately rang out: "What are you doing? Stop, don't!"

As soon as Ye Zifeng made a move here, he found out that Ye Zifeng had some idea.

"Shaoxia, don't do this, if I continue like this, I will be refined. ”

Ye Zifeng was unmoved, and Thor was determined to run over and over again.

As time passed, the sound became fainter and weaker, until it finally became undetectable.

But from beginning to end, he begged for mercy and did not dare to offend in the slightest.

It was estimated that it was almost before Ye Zifeng stopped the operation of the Thunder God Decision and sent him back to the Golden Body.

"Thank you...... Young heroes don't ...... The grace of not killing. After waiting for a long time, the voice regained a little vitality and thanked him tremblingly.

"If I don't kill you, what's the benefit?" Ye Zifeng asked lightly.

The survival of the soul is only in one's own thoughts.

After perceiving this, Ye Zifeng felt that he had to make a good calculation.

In fact, if you really want to talk about it, Ye Zifeng doesn't want to keep him, although the contact is not long.

But Ye Zifeng also saw that this person was not an evil or a demon in his life.

His strength is still low, and it is harmful to keep him by his side, but Ye Zifeng doesn't know what other means to eliminate him besides refining him.

But once he is refined, the golden body will absorb him.

It is equivalent to eating a person's soul by himself, and this kind of old guy must know a lot of things.

"There are benefits, there are benefits, there are benefits!" the divine soul heard the meaning of Ye Zifeng's words, and hurriedly replied.

"Let's hear it!" Ye Zifeng looked calm.

"I don't know...... Shaoxia, what benefits do you want?" asked the Divine Soul inquiringly.

"Huh?" Ye Zifeng snorted coldly.

The spirit couldn't help trembling, and hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, young man, I have been dead for many years, and then I was sealed here, and I didn't wake up until a few days ago I don't remember the previous things, you let me think about it, I must have a good for you." ”

Ye Zifeng was silent, knowing that what he said should be true.

After a while, the voice said in surprise: "Yes, yes, Shaoxia, your current strength ...... Ahem, cough cough is not high, you should practice some self-defense martial arts. I thought of some powerful martial arts. ”

"Oh?" Ye Zifeng couldn't help but be interested, straightened up and said: "What's there, carefully speaking, if I'm satisfied, I can surround your life!"

Hearing this, his soul couldn't help but relax a lot, and hurriedly said: "It will definitely satisfy the young man, my lowest martial arts are all at the heart level." ”

Ye Zifeng's breathing couldn't help but be much shorter.

Martial arts are divided into levels, human level, spirit level, heart level, and heaven level.

A few days ago, Ye Zifeng and Lan Chudie were born and died, and they worked hard to get a set of spirit-level martial arts.

Even so, the five of them were satisfied with the Heart Level, which was the same level as the stone he had obtained later.

Sensing Ye Zifeng's desire, his soul couldn't help but relax a lot, he knew that only by satisfying Ye Zifeng could he live.

didn't hesitate, and said slowly: "There is a martial art, called Ten Thousand Ghosts Howling." ”

Ye Zifeng couldn't help frowning, this name sounded weird.

"It's relatively simple to cultivate, kill ten people every day, store their souls, and when ten thousand people are in it, absorb them together, and you can kill the Emperor Martial Realm in an instant. ”

Ye Zifeng listened to it, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Change one!" Before he could finish explaining the power of this martial art, Ye Zifeng interrupted him coldly.

"Oh, there's also a martial art, called Lock Yang Thorn!"

Ye Zifeng nodded slightly, this name sounded like a more powerful martial art.

The Divine Soul laughed and said, "It's easier to cultivate, you only need to find some girls between the ages of eighteen and nineteen, for ten consecutive days, one a day, locked at the time of the final sprint, and slowly stored in your body, then you will find that you have a large amount of aura, and it is extremely pure." ”

Ye Zifeng's face was a little dark, and he said coldly: "Isn't this a snap?"

"Yes, yes, the young man is really thorough. ”

"Another one!"

The spirit was depressed, and he couldn't say: "There is another martial art, called picking flowers and cutting ......"

"Another one!"

"Change again!"

The spirit's expression was alarmed, and if he had any physical form, he would not have to wipe the sweat from his forehead now.

None of the martial arts he said met Ye Zifeng's requirements.

It was hard for Ye Zifeng to think of what this divine soul had done when it had a body.

Each of these martial arts is more evil than the other.