Eight Desolate Sword God

"Thirty lower soul crystals, the harvest is not bad."

When Ye Chenfeng searched for the spoils, he found thirty pieces of soul crystals in the arms of the black man, and a roll of sheepskin reels with a slight yellowish appearance and a pattern of forbidden.

"Is it a soul skill!"

Ye Chenfeng’s brows are slightly stunned, combined with the inheritance memory in the brain, to crack the pattern of the sheepskin reel.

"Broken!"

Between about three breaths, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes shot out the radiance of the road, and the force of the lines of the lines was infused with the power of his mind into the foreclosure, forcibly breaking it.

The next moment, a large number of small heads appeared in the dull sheepskin reel, forming a mysterious soul skill.

"Spiritual spirits, souls refer to."

Ye Chenfeng quickly browsed the soul technique recorded by the scrolls. It was unexpectedly discovered that the sheepskin scroll turned out to be a soul-level spirit of the soul, which was divided into three points: point star, shocking and breaking soul.

"I don't have any soul skills available now, you just sent it to me. I really don't know how to thank you." Ye Chenfeng showed a faint smile and immediately concentrated on his memory.

Incorporating the brain of the gods, Ye Chenfeng's understanding reached the level of incredible thoughts. He only used a time of incense, and he remembered the method of cultivation of the horror, and he practiced it with a model.

The horror of the soul is the spirit of the spirit of the spirit, the difficulty of cultivation is not small, it is difficult for ordinary people to cultivate it to the realm of Dacheng.

But Chen Chenfeng cultivated, but did not feel any difficulty, as if everything was in order, and quickly mastered the essentials.

The breeze blew, and the leaves fell.

"Point Star!"

Looking at the leaves falling slowly in front of the eyes, Ye Chenfeng’s fingers suddenly pointed out, and a green-green finger pointed out that it was like a starburst in the sky, crushing the fallen leaves in front of the eyes.

Ye Chenfeng’s movements are free and easy, and there is no mud and water. After one finger, he points out another finger. A finger that looks like a snake is flashing in the air, breaking through a six-person group in the distance. The ancient wood that can be brought over.

Looking at the ancient wood that was worn by himself in the distance, covered with cracks, Ye Chenfeng was slightly surprised and hijacked. He did not think that his brain was transformed into a brain, and the temperament became so enchanting, only half an hour. Then I realized that the horror refers to the first two styles.

A deep breath, Ye Chenfeng flashed a stunned mind in his mind, and the horror refers to the cultivation method of the third type of broken soul in his mind.

"He, what is he doing?"

After more than an hour, the black man woke up in a coma, and when he crawled out of the broken wood pile with his injured chest, he was stunned by the scene.

The next moment, a shock from the deepest part of the soul completely occupied his body, so that he opened his mouth, but did not say a word for a long time.

"Break the soul."

Ye Chenfeng pointed out, and the cyan soul around his fingertips suddenly accelerated, forming a one-foot-long maneuvering horn, hitting the crack in the distance at an alarming speed. Ancient wood, one finger breaks the tall ancient wood, and the debris of the sky flies in the air.

"For more than an hour, the frightened soul is trained to become a realm of Dacheng. Is he really a human?" The black man looked at Ye Chenfeng with a stunned look, and he saw the ghost in his eyes.

The horror refers to the black man who exchanged almost all his savings in the fire six months ago.

In the past six months, he has devoted most of his energy to the practice of the horror, but he has only cultivated into the first two styles of the horror. He has never been able to comprehend the third soul of the horror.

And Ye Chenfeng only fully understood it in more than an hour, which made the black man look at Ye Chenfeng's eyes full of awe and fear.

"This fright means that the scroll is still for you."

Ye Chenfeng did not dare to hide the horror, so as not to offend the rules of the Tianhuo Wufu, throwing the reel to the black man with a dull gaze, his body flashed and disappeared into the jungle.

"The enchanting, there is a enchanting in this new life, this is the next day, the fire of the Wufu is lively." The black man’s throat rolled and looked at the back of Ye Chenfeng’s disappearance, and his heart whispered to himself.

"I have been delayed for more than an hour. I don't know how far they have been opened by Shang Guanpeng, Shen Tuye."

Ye Chenfeng calculated the time, feeling that he should be Shangguan Peng, Shen Tuye opened a lot of distance, constantly accelerating, while chasing them both, while looking for the whereabouts of Wenfeihong.

At the same time, Shangguan Peng, Shen Tuye, and wearing a red robes, his face is cold, his body is more intense than Shangguan Peng, and the blood is scattered on several roads leading to Tianhuo Wufu. Waiting for the appearance of Ye Chenfeng.

"Mom, that's what Yefeng is doing, how can it be so slow, he shouldn't notice anything."

Hidden in the grass, patiently wait until the afternoon of Shen Tuye, found that Ye Chenfeng did not appear, and suddenly anxious.

If you can't stop Ye Chenfeng and let him successfully cross the Ziyun Mountain Range, then you will not only lose the reward of Tianhuo Wufu, but also be taught by him to lose face. This is Shen Tuye’s unwillingness. saw.

"Someone is coming."

Just as Shen Tuye gradually lost patience, suddenly, a slight leaf rubbing sound passed into his ear. Following the source of the sound, he saw caution and Wen Feihong, who was very light, walked slowly toward him.

"Mom, how come a waste."

Shen Tuye looked at Wenfeihong, who was getting closer and closer, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes. Regardless of his identity or strength, he regulated Wenfeihong, so he never put Wenfeihong in his eyes.

"嗖..."

Shen Tuye’s body moves like a quick leopard, jumping out of the lush bushes and intercepting Wenfeihong.

"Shen Tuye, what do you want to do?"

Shen Tuye suddenly appeared, scared Wenfeihong a jump, but when he saw the person who intercepted himself, Wenfeihong gave a sigh of relief and asked with vigilance.

"Wen Feihong, if you honestly answer me a question, I will let you go. If you don't know the current affairs, then don't blame me for being rude to you." Shen Tuye's face is a gloomy threat.

"What do you want to ask?"

Although Wen Feihong was annoyed with the attitude of Shen Tuye, he did not dare to offend Shen Tuye. He could only hold back the anger in his heart and whispered.

"I asked you, do you know the whereabouts of Ye Chenfeng?" Shen Tuye asked.

"I don't know, I didn't meet him." Wenfeihong shook his head and said.

"Really? You didn't lie to me?"

Speaking, a powerful suffocating scent came out in the body of Shen Tuye, locking Wenfeihong, and asked coldly.

"I can swear, I really didn't meet the leaf morning wind in the Ziyun Mountain."

Wen Feihong is only a six-level spirit beast. He can't bear the suffocating impact of Shen Tuye, and his face is pale.

"Is that the case?" Shen Tuye said with a gloomy face, and his eyes continued to shoot fierce light.

"Shen Tuye, what are you looking for in such an anxious situation? Can't you wait to fight with me?"

When Shen Tuye thought about whether or not to remove Wenfeihong, a familiar voice passed into his ear, and Ye Chenfeng appeared.