Chapter 128: Ghost face crying heart

"How can this Fengyungu disciple be so poor?"
In a secluded mountain in the depths of the ancient forest, Ye Chenfeng will kill the white boy, and the plundered Qiankun bag will be taken out. When he broke the Qiankun bag forbidden, he showed disappointment.
Two returning soul Dan, one hundred pieces of the soul of the crystal, three thousand pieces of soul crystal, a million years of blood ginseng king... In addition, there is no other thing.
And the 10,000-year-old blood ginseng in his 乾Kun bag should still be obtained in the true spirits.
"It seems that Fengyun Valley is afraid that their disciples will fall into the secrets and only let them bring life-saving things, but Fengyun Valley gives them amulets, but the value is very high."
After more than an hour, Ye Chenfeng completely recovered the soul and injury of consumption, left the remote mountain, and continued to move deep into the ancient forest.
Ye Chenfeng shuttled in the ancient mountain forest for about eight days. Although there was no special harvest, the daily battle with the powerful spirits in the forest made him gradually comprehend the third style of killing the sword. A sword.
"Instant killing a sword."
Ye Chenfeng's pupils shrink, and the whole body is integrated with the Panlong Epe, and a very thin sword is pierced by a moment.
Condensed to the ultimate sword mansions will be a five-meter-high, six-level spirit beast with a sharp fangs, black wolf into two halves, a lot of blood like a fountain, splashed out, reddish Mountain forest.
"The power of this instant killing sword is terrible, but the consumption is a bit large, and the use of a sword almost exhausted one-third of my body's soul."
"I don't know if I can use this sword to kill the six-level beast." Ye Chenfeng is very satisfied with the power of the instant killing sword. He mastered this trick and he is confident that he will encounter the quiet mountain. Kill it under the sword.
"Well, what sound."
When Ye Chenfeng, who was in the middle of the mountain, passed through a secluded mountain, he suddenly heard a terrified scream in the mountain, and suddenly stopped.
"What's in this mountain?"
In the realm of the real spirit, opportunities and dangers coexist, and the more dangerous places, the more likely it is accompanied by big opportunities.
"What is that?"
When Ye Chenfeng converges on the air and slowly approaches the end of the mountain, he sees a plant that is more than ten meters high, with a black body and a tree with a sharp stinger.
In the center of this strange tree, there are two washbasins sized, and they look like ghost-like fruits. One of the ghost-headed fruits makes a creepy devil cry, a ghost fruit. Open the blood basin and bite the body of a warrior.
"Is this a ghost tree and a ghost face?"
Looking at the strange tree in front of you, and the two strange ghost-faced fruits, Ye Chenfeng immediately remembered that there is a kind of super-spiritual and ferocious tree named Ghost Tree.
The ghost tree is and cruel, likes to the soul of the human being, and the fruit that grows for many years is called the ghost face, the crying fruit, the more cruel, likes to eat the flesh and blood of the living, but the ghost face itself is indeed The first-class spiritual thing between heaven and earth has a more miraculous effect on the quenching body, and its value is higher than that of the general-level soul.
"I didn't expect the real spirits to have such strange things. If I could pick up the two ghost faces and cry, I might be able to practice the refining of the world to the realm of Dacheng."
But from the color of this ghost tree, it is probably more than 50,000 years old, and the strength is far more than me.
Looking at the ferocious and horrible ghost tree in the distance, Ye Chenfeng is hesitant to take the risk of picking up two ghosts who are more valuable than the land-level soul.
But the two ghost faces are too tempting to Ye Chenfeng, and the Xuanhan Lingshui can restrain the ghost trees a little, hesitating again and again, Ye Chenfeng decided to take a chance.
"Transformation Phantom!"
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, and the whole body suddenly accelerated, transforming the speed of the road, and quickly approaching the ghost tree.
In the real world of fierce battles for more than ten days, Ye Chenfeng's grasp of the power of the shadow has deepened a layer, which can instantly transform the four-speed speed afterimage, and the amplitude is four times faster.
"呜呜呜..."
When Ye Chenfeng approached, a ghost face cried and immediately made a screaming devil, invading Ye Chenfeng's mind.
The next moment, when Ye Chenfeng felt the ground under his feet tremble, the thick black roots of the roots broke through the hard ground, like a steel gun, spurting the body of Ye Chenfeng.
"Sword is a double heaven, broken."
With the power of the brain, Ye Chenfeng dispels the intrusion of the ghost face and the heart to the mind. The body screams an amazing sword and melts into the Panlong epee, and a sword slams into the rush. Black on the roots.
Thirteen thousand jins plus the destructive power of the sword's double heaven, smashing the black packing and smashing the ferocious ghost tree.
"Humble humans, let's die."
A large number of black roots shattered, and a dead old face appeared on the huge trunk of the ghost tree, and the mouth spit and snarled.
The lacquered black crown violently swayed, intertwined with a large number of black blades, and the black light slammed into it, and it was nearly blasted to Ye Chenfeng.
"Instant killing a sword."
At the turn of the millennium, Ye Chenfeng's entire body merged with the Panlong epee in his hand, turning into a silver-white sword shadow, smearing the sharp sword, tearing the overwhelming black light, and approaching two ghosts and sobbing The ghost face is crying.
"Xuanhan Lingshui, Frozen."
Don't wait for two ghost faces to cautiously attack, Ye Chenfeng released the power of Xuanhan Lingshui, forcibly sealed two ghost faces ready to launch attacks.
"Wind Shadow."
Next, Ye Chenfeng slammed a sigh of relief, the second sword, and the thirteen thousand pounds of force once again merged into the Panlong epee, squatting in the two blocked by the Xuanhan Lingshui A ghost face is crying.
"Hey!"
A large number of ice was smashed by half-moon swords, and the sharp swordsman smashed the ghosts of two ghosts and weeping, and a lot of blood-like liquid splashed out.
"Xuanhan Lingshui, Frozen."
Successfully fell two ghost faces to cry, and Ye Chenfeng immediately mobilized the power of Xuanhan Lingshui to forcibly seal the two ghost faces and freeze them into the Qiankun bag.
"Ah, humble humans, I want to kill you."
The two ghost faces that have been condensed for tens of thousands of years are forcibly taken away by Ye Chenfeng, completely angering the ghost tree, and a very penetrating whistle is released in the old face, like a thunder in nine days. The bombardment turned to Ye Chenfeng’s body.
"Hey!"
After the sound wave attack from the ghost tree, Ye Chenfeng’s soul trembled, and a lot of blood flowed down his seven holes.
If it wasn't for his brain that merged with the brain, the soul's defense power exceeded that of Superman, and the sound waves released by the ghost tree were enough to shatter his soul.
"Hey!"
The body is out of control, and the morning wind is heavy on the ground. Then, his body bursts with powerful power, and it rises to the ground. Some of them are embarrassed to escape to the entrance of the mountain.
"Humble humans, leaving their lives."
Ghosts and dead trees see Ye Chenfeng to bring two ghost faces to cry, and a lot of packings have broken through the stratum, like a long snake lock, forming a black prison, trapping Ye Chenfeng Inside, crazy attack.