Chapter 658: Soul Fragment

"Call, finally killed him."
Looking at the leaf morning wind swallowed by the space crack, the magic wind cloud sighed with relief.
However, killing Ye Chenfeng in this way, the magic wind cloud is somewhat regrettable, and regrets that there are not many treasures that Ye Chenfeng is wearing.
But with his current strength, he still has no courage to break the space wall and enter the inside to the relics of Ye Chenfeng. Hesitated again and again, he remembered the place where Ye Chenfeng died, leaving a few marks and turned away. .
He is ready to wait for the strength to be further improved in the future, reaching the sixth level of the beastly kingdom, and then come here to find the remains of Ye Chenfeng and explore the secrets of the Tian Cang domain.
But this morning's Ye Chenfeng is not like the magic wind cloud imagined, was smashed by the power of the terrible space, and the soul is broken.
At this time, under the sensation of the brain, he struck a space wall and entered a space where the aura was thin and dark.
"Call, the brain is really not disappointing, there is a space hidden in the space crack, the magic wind cloud should not be able to catch up."
Falling into this space, Ye Chenfeng, who was seriously injured, took a sigh of relief and lay on a slightly damp ground, panting.
Lying on the ground for a while, Ye Chenfeng immediately took two heavenly souls, and controlled the birth lines to heal serious injuries.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, a deafening blast sounded in the dark space, and the power of the whole space became disordered, forming a storm that swept the world. ·1ka see nshu see cc
"This, what is this power!"
Feeling the sudden destruction of the storm, the full face of the serious damage to the body of Chen Chenfeng face slightly changed, quickly radiating the power of the brain, looking for shelter.
But this space is awkward, and Ye Chenfeng will not find a place to escape at one and a half. He has to burn the blood of the gods and transform into the body of the gods, and he will destroy the storm attack.
Change into the body of the demon, Ye Chenfeng is comparable to the false Taobao, but this power of destruction of the storm is too horrible, Ye Chenfeng is in the storm of destruction, resisting more than one hour, gradually can not bear, a road Subtle cracks cracked on his surface.
"Suzaku Ding, suppressing space!"
Injured, Ye Chenfeng immediately sacrificed Zhuque Ding, controlling the Zhuque Ding to release a strong amount of town pressure, suppressing the space and forcibly weakening the power of the destruction storm.
"Primary, if you don't want to die, come to the northwest of the five miles away, there is an ancient wood here to help you withstand the storm in the dojo."
When Ye Chenfeng relied on the pressure of Zhuque Ding's town to resist the impact of the devastating storm, a mysterious voice suddenly passed into Ye Chenfeng's ear.
"Hmm...Northwest, ancient wood!"
Ye Chenfeng looked awkward. I didn't expect anyone to have this black space, but at this time, he couldn't help him think more. He quickly sacrificed the Emperor's sword, smashed the storm of destruction, and ventured to fly. The northwest side. · 1k wants ans to see hu·cc
"Ancient wood, there is an ancient wood here."
Ye Chenfeng is like a lonely boat, tearing the storm and ruining the storm. It pays a great price. Finally, in the northwest of the black space, it senses a Optimus Prime, which is not baptized by the storm of destruction. It contains powerful ideas. Ancient wood.
"The ruling of the Seven Swords, shattered!"
The mind of the gods locked the position of the stalwart ancient wood. Ye Chenfeng’s body was in the middle of the road. Nearly 40 million jins broke out at the same time. He held the Emperor Sword and took out the swordsmanship that broke the space and tore the space. , opened up a channel.
"Hey!"
Afterwards, a shrill sound broke out, and Jinpeng’s wings violently fanned, setting off a hurricane, pushing the speed of Ye Chenfeng’s flight, and passing through the channel that broke the sword, and came to Qingtiangu. Under the wood.
"Well, what is this tree? In the area covered by its canopy, the power of the devastating storm has been greatly weakened."
Because of the luxuriant ancient trees and the leafy canopy, Ye Chenfeng discovered that the devastating storm was restrained by the celestial ancient wood, and the power fell straight and he took a sigh of relief.
"I didn't expect the old man to be trapped in this ghost place for nearly 10,000 years, and finally someone came here."
At this time, a thick, old voice rang in the ancient sky.
"Thank you for your help."
Ye Chenfeng's soul perceives a terrible soul hidden in the ancient sky of Qingtian.
"A good and powerful body, if I feel good, your body will reach the level of the standard." The old soul said: "Otherwise, with your five-level anti-Beast king's realm strength, you can't resist the attack of the Dojo storm.
"Dojo storm, the original storm was derived from the power of the dojo!"
Ye Chenfeng’s brow gently twitched, finally knowing why the devastating storm was so terrible.
"With your strength, why are you stuck here for nearly 10,000 years without going out?"
From the long years of the existence of the old soul, Ye Chenfeng felt the terrible and incomprehensible question of his peak period.
"Go out? If I can go out, will I still be like this?" said the old soul.
"Why, this space can only come in, can't go out?" Ye Chenfeng brows slightly wrinkled and whispered.
"Yes, this space is shrouded in powerful dojo power, can only come in, can not go out, or I will not be stuck for nearly 10,000 years."
"Well, junior, you are slowly enjoying loneliness here, I am going to sleep."
When finished, the old soul has no movement.
"Can't you really leave?"
Ye Chen Fengzhi is pursuing the peak of martial arts. He is not willing to be trapped here. After pondering for a while, he sits under the ancient wood with his knees, and controls the path of life to recover his body. He prepares to wait for the storm to disperse. The power of the brain is looking for a way to leave.
When Ye Chenfeng healed a serious injury, suddenly, the old soul who should have slept suddenly broke the ancient wood and turned it into a sword of soul, and got into the soul sea of ​​Ye Chenfeng.
"Why, do you want to erase my soul and win my body?"
The strength of Ye Chenfeng’s soul has been tempered by the tempering of the soul. When the old soul lied to sleep, he perceives doubts. He did not sleep, but quietly accumulated power.
"Yes, I have never seen such a perfect body, I have won you, and I have been practicing for more than a hundred years. Maybe I have a chance to leave this ghost place."
Successfully broke into the sea of ​​the morning spirit, and the old soul showed a sly color, and he said with a sneak peek.
"It seems that this place is not a dead place, there is still a chance to leave." Ye Chenfeng said plainly.
"What about it? You probably can't see this day."
Speaking, the old soul broke out with a powerful soul power, and wanted to forcibly engulf the soul of Ye Chenfeng and win his perfect body.
"You said it was wrong, not that I can't see that day, but you can't see that day."
"Deeping your mind, swallowing!"
Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts move, and the brain is appearing in his mind, releasing a powerful power of engulfing and swallowing it toward the old soul.
"This, what is this..."
Looking at the sea of ​​the spirit of Ye Chen, releasing the horror of the power of horror, the old soul smelled a dangerous atmosphere, and decisively gave up the idea of ​​engulfing the soul of Ye Chenfeng, and wanted to leave his soul sea. .
"I want to go now, it’s too late."
The brain is condensed with a black swallowing vortex, which sweeps the old soul into it, and instantly smashes him into pieces, completely swallowed up.
"Soul Fragments!"
The old soul was swallowed up, and Ye Chenfeng unexpectedly discovered that the brain was condensed with a small piece of soul fragments. He was overjoyed and immediately controlled the soul to fuse the soul fragments and acquired the soul information of the old soul.
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