Chapter 403: Soul Transfer Dafa

Ta Ta Ta!
The hurried pace sounded one after another, and the three figures stumbled and ran in the imperial garden.
Ah, who are you? Come here, there are thorns..."
To shut up! "
bump!
A little palace lady saw the three sneaky and panicked appearances. One of the old men was still covered in blood and couldn't help screaming, but before they could finish speaking, she was shot and killed by the black-clothed old man.
Jun Buren gasped for breath, and looked back in horror from time to time: Master, they must have laid a net, we can't run. The gods and heroes will be chased right away, what shall we do? "
Yes, you can't run anymore, just grab it with your hands, hum! "
Tie Zhanyi also smiled coldly, and squinted at the black-clothed old man: I don't care who you are, and no matter why you have the ghost king's stunt, the black soul mark. But now you have been exposed, once Yang Daxia arrives, you and the other demon will be wiped out. If you surrender at this time, the old man promises you that he will leave you with an old life. "
Humph, save my life? Old guy, is it too early to say this now? "
He curled his lips contemptuously, the black-clothed old man's eyes gleamed, and then looked around and saw that a rockery was hidden, he winked at Jun Buren, and then ran the iron jersey there.
follow me. "
After arriving at the rockery, looking at no one around, the black-clothed old man immediately surrounded the three of them in a circle, and put their arms on each other's shoulders, embracing each other, and roared: Twelfth-Rank top spell, move Soul, ha! "
call!
Suddenly, a weird wave suddenly spread from the three of them. The mist surrounded them, and the turquoise light, like a python, continued to walk around the three of them.
Finally the three of them shook, the light dissipated, the fog disappeared, and everything returned to calm, but the divine light in the eyes of the three changed.
The black-clothed old man looked at the iron jersey next to him with a look of surprise, and couldn't stop muttering: You..."
Huh!
Tie Zhanyi didn't speak, but his eyes stared, and the sharpness in those eyes made the black-clothed old man startled.
Don't move, police. You are surrounded, quickly release the hostages, or I will shoot. "
Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and Yang Feng had already arrived here at lightning speed, shouting at Jun Buren and the others.
The black-clothed old man's eyes trembled slightly, and he took a deep look at the iron jersey, as if he understood something, he couldn't help but cocked the corner of his mouth, waved a palm, and hit the iron jersey forehead.
Little ice cone! "
puff!
With a loud shout, Yang Feng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he immediately shot a cone of ice from between his fingers, and before the palm of the black-clothed old man hit the front of the iron jersey forehead, he had penetrated directly into his chest.
The powerful impact immediately took him back and flew out, and immediately settled on the rockery behind him, and the gurgling blood kept flowing down.
Yang Feng sighed at his fingertips and shouted disdainfully: I don't know the current affairs, I have warned you not to move, I must force Laozi to draw his gun, hum! "
This...you! "
Seeing this scene, Na Jun couldn't help but shook his mind, his face was full of horror, especially when he looked at the iron suit, he couldn't believe it.
But before the words were spoken, he heard a crisp sound from Kara, and his hands were as fast as the wind, and his throat was already sealed with a palm. Even though Jun Buren's throat was crushed, he could not speak.
Then the iron jersey waved his claws again, smashing all of Jun Buren's limbs, and hitting his chest with the last palm, directly spitting out blood in his mouth, and he was seriously injured.
At this point, the two major demons of the Black Soul Sect were taken down.
Yang Feng walked in front of the iron jersey, and said with concern: Old iron, are you okay? "
Oh it's all right! "
The body trembled, and the iron jersey took a step back, seemingly scared. Seeing this, Yang Feng felt a little strange. Why are you hiding from me? We are a group.
But soon, the iron suit returned to its original condition, and he held a fist to Yang Feng respectfully: This time I thank Daxia Yang, great kindness, and I am so grateful, ha ha ha! "
Hi, what are you polite, it's my own! "
Waved his hand indifferently, Yang Feng didn't pay much attention to the abnormal performance of this old iron, and he walked to the dying black-clothed old man fixed on the rockery, and said softly: Hey, are you the ghost king? I ask you how to solve the black soul seal. If you agree to help me unlock the black soul seals of those controlled by you, I will heal you immediately and save your life, how about? "
Ho ho!
Ignoring him, the black-clothed old man just hung his head, gasping for breath, and gurgling blood oozes from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care at all, and laughed, hoarsely saying: For My black soul teaches, the old man is not sorry for death, I only hope that my black soul teaches for generations to come, dominate the world! "
You are dying, and you are still thinking about the dominance of the black soul teaching, what a daydream! "
Yang Feng was puzzled, the black-clothed old man raised his eyes and glanced at him, suddenly showing a wicked smile, shook his head and said: God, hero, you won't understand. By the time you understand, it will be too late, hahaha! "
call!
As soon as the voice fell, the old man's eyes suddenly burst, and black air currents floated out of his body, and then his head drooped, completely losing his breath.
Seeing this, Yang Feng couldn't help but anxious: Hey, what happened to him? How do I see him as if his soul burned? Similar to the death of those who got the black soul mark? Could he have got himself a black soul mark? "
He burned his soul to death, Yang Daxia needn't care, this kind of death is not a pity. "
Tie Zhanyi's eyes flashed, and he made a sound.
Yang Feng took a deep look at him and shook his head helplessly: It doesn't matter if he is dead, then who in this world will unlock the black soul seal? Could it be that my Yue'er, I have to live with such a time bomb in my head in this life? Oh, poor! "
What... Yue'er?
His eyes sighed slightly, and a sullen flicker flashed in Tie Zhanyi's eyes, but it quickly converged.
By the way, old iron, how are you hurt, can you go by yourself? "
At this time, Yang Feng looked at the iron jersey again and asked.
Tie Zhanyi waved his hand indifferently, and said with a smile: It's okay, although the old man is seriously injured, he can't die. "
Well, then you can go by yourself, I will not help you. In addition, carry the dead body of the ghost king to me, and I will take it to the great worship. "
what? I carry it? "
Should I carry it? "
Raising his brows, Yang Feng glanced at him diagonally.
The beard couldn't stop shaking, Tie Zhanyi sighed with a wry smile: The old man is seriously injured..."
You just said that you are okay, don't find a reason, the lazy donkey has a lot of and urine. Hurry up, carry the corpse and come with me, if you have enough energy, even this Jun Buren will go with you. "
I……"
The heart was stagnant, the iron jersey beard trembled, his eyes rolled, but in the end he could only succumb.
Holding Jun Buren in one hand and the corpse of the black-clothed old man on the other shoulder, following Yang Feng, like a little follower, his face was depressed and disgusted...