Vol 3 Chapter 1030: one by one

Zhang Xinyun has four congenital ghost prints, which can be repaired five times when surrendering to the soul.
That is to say, she is now trained in one hundred and eighty years, and she can at most surrender to the soul that she had cultivated in the past one thousand and eighty years.
Of course, this is only theoretically speaking. In fact, the strength of each practitioner's soul is different. If the soul of the other party is too strong, even if it is a seven or eight hundred years of cultivation, Zhang Xinyun cannot surrender it.
The current Ye Feng, just holding the attitude of trying to see, let Zhang Xinyun shot.
The congenital ghosts are fully open, Zhang Xinyun's refreshing short hair rises with the wind, and the whole body is covered with deep black light. In an instant, the power of the invisible invisible to the naked eye swept away toward the front of the ink.
In the blink of an eye, the seven gongs of the ink scorpion have been shrouded in the power of Zhang Xinyun's innate ghosts.
"Ah! It is a congenital ghost!"
Ink was instantly shocked, and only the remaining seven were immediately subconsciously struggling.
When he struggled, he discovered that the innate ghosts in front of him were actually relatively weak, and they were only one hundred and eighty years old!
"This is a repair, and I want to surrender my ink, little girl, you think too much!"
The sorrowful soul of the ink scorpion instantly condensed into a black-faced image of a black-faced man, revealing a fierce color, and screamed at Zhang Xinyun.
Unfortunately, he does not have any ability to hurt Ye Feng and others. Only with such a fierce scream, he can only try to break away from the of Zhang Xinyun and continue to flee.
"Want to run?"
Ye Feng suddenly noticed the intention of Mo Yan, the flash of light in his eyes, the force of the semi-history space.
Swordsmanship!
In the sword-wrapping technique, Ye Feng incorporates some of the power of the semi-history space. Such a sword movement is by no means the ink of the seven souls of the ink can break free.
Hey!
Only in an instant, Mo Yan found that only the remaining seven skeletons of the soul could not escape the nearby range!
"You, this little devil, only three hundred years of cultivation, have already realized the power of the semi-history space, so terrible!"
Ink was shocked, and this began to pay attention to the dressing of Ye Feng, and then felt the trick of Ye Feng.
Soon, he discovered the identity of Ye Feng.
"You - the person who passed down the dragon sword!"
Ink stunned with a look of horror, as if to see something terrible.
"Yes, if you know each other, you can still slap it."
Ye Feng said faintly, he did not know that in the eyes of Mo Yan, the people who passed down the dragon sword had something to fear, but they still cooperated with the equipment.
Sure enough, when I saw Ye Feng, the ink scorpion stopped struggling, and the soul of the soul was condensed, and the eyes flashed with a crazy look.
"Since it is the inheritance of the Dragon Sword, it will be easier!"
Momohaha smiled: "Land zero stinky boy, although you killed me, but you don't want to have a good life! Juvenile, how about we talk about an agreement?"
"Oh?"
Ye Feng raised his mouth slightly.
At this time, Zhang Xinyun's innate ghost power is completely enveloping ink, but it can be seen that in the face of this level of innate ghost power, the intensity of the soul of the ink is not afraid.
Even if he was trapped by Ye Feng, Zhang Xinyun could not surrender this ink with his own cultivation.
After all, Mo Yan was a two-thousand-year-old existence, and the gap was too great.
"This time the debris is coming, you as a person who inherits from the Dragon Sword, naturally have to fight for it, but you are too low, I am afraid that it will not be of any benefit."
Ink quickly said: "You promise me a condition, I will help you get this piece of debris!"
After listening to this, Ye Feng had some doubts.
It seems that the powerful existence of the two thousand years of Murray's cultivation has attached great importance to the debris that appeared this time. Is there anything in this piece that is not quite the same as the ordinary heavenly treasure?
Ye Feng is not clear, but in the current situation, it is not appropriate to ask.
"What conditions, you first say."
Ye Feng can only listen to the other party's conditions first. If he can get the pieces, he will not be late when he returns to the tomb of Longjian.
Otherwise, if the black-faced strong man in front of him knows that he is just a small shrimp that the dragon sword inherits, even if the pieces do not understand, maybe there will be no such transaction.
"Let your teacher's elders take the shot and deal with the Lu Zero of Yunhuang Academy!"
Ink's black face is fierce, and his face is not reconciled.
When Ye Feng heard this, he immediately knew the other party's request, but he was going to take revenge with the strength of his dragon sword.
One thought of this, Ye Feng sneered aloud: "If my dragon sword inherits the teacher's elders will take care of these little things, then the debris still needs you to take it for me?"
It is not so easy to take advantage of Ye Feng's cheapness. Now Ye Feng is quite eager to get the debris, but in contrast, Zhang Xinyun wants to surrender the ink of the seven souls.
In that case, it will be a great help for the ancient ruins after Ye Feng and others.
"Little doll, you can't say that."
Ink swayed his head, and seemed to be completely afraid of being surrendered by Zhang Xinyun's innate ghost power. His goal was completely stared at Ye Feng alone. He continued: "If you let your elders grab the piece, then you think, Will they give you the pieces?"
"Even if you don't give it to me, what about you?"
Ye Feng’s cold eyes returned:
This is also the inheritance of our dragon swords. What's more, the pieces of Rauch, the elders of our swordsmanship, everyone, why bother with me a junior!

He is not correct in this regard. Now he does not know that the fragments are precious. Even if there are some realms in the dragon sword inheritance that have been cultivated for more than a thousand years, I am afraid that this fragment is needed.
This is the tone of the ink, it is good, the dragon sword inherits the rich and the rich, such a piece, perhaps it will not compete with a junior...
Thinking about it, Ye Feng is awkward!
Ye Feng has been preparing for the time when he has just been nonsense with the other party. He wants to divide the remaining seven skeletons into three.
In this way, Zhang Xinyun concentrates the congenital ghost power on a remnant soul, and it is easy to surrender it and then surrender to the next one...
In this way, she is surrendered to three souls, but these three souls can still be combined into a sorrowful seven souls, fighting souls are more than three ordinary souls!
In the meantime, Ye Feng’s multicolored arrows and deep shields suddenly swept out.
Hey!
As the same breeze gently stroked, the ink scorpion's seven souls were once again divided into three.
If Ye Feng’s dragon sword inherits his identity and lives in Mo Yan, let him distract himself, even if Ye Feng uses two pieces of fairy, he will never let his distracted souls!
"Xiao Zhang, don't worry, one by one, I will separate the three parts of his remnant."
Ye Feng said, while urging the power of the semi-history space, the separate ink and soul remnants were entangled.
The remnant of the ink smashed into three, and part of the black face finally showed a panic look.