Chapter 781: , Reforging soul

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Chapter 781, Reforging the Soul
"Well." Jing Gui nodded slightly, and soon lingered with me again. This time she was very active, and she was about to cut off my body with great strength. I can imagine how terrible her ghost power was. I have been enduring in silence, saying nothing.
Watching her blush, I was very excited and sneered, "I remember you almost killed me."
"Who knows you are so powerful, if I knew you were so powerful at that time, I would have succumbed to you." Jing Gui looked at me, his expression full of guilt.
While bullying her, while looking at her expression, my face was very proud.
From time to time, I said something in her ear, I hugged her, and at the pinnacle of happiness, Jing Gui opened his mouth, and that red face, tears flowed out, and the tears continued to flow down, sliding down On the ground, it turned into solidified pearls.
"Is this the female ghost tears?" I turned my head and looked at the female ghost tears next to me. At this moment, Jing Gui pulled my arm, and his voice shyly said: "Be more attentive."
"Hey he knows." I said with a smile, and then fell in her arms.
In this way, I stayed warm with her all night, and it was only in the early morning that I opened the door. When I opened the door, I saw Liu Yingzheng sitting on the ground and had fallen asleep.
I looked at her guiltily without saying a word, and behind me, Mirror's face was complicated and said, "What should I do next?"
"This is not something you should care about." I turned my head and looked at her and said, "From today on, your name is Jingxin."
"Jing Xin, is this name for me?" Jing Gui said, looking at me.
"Well, yes." I looked at her and said with a smile: "No matter what, I will be responsible for you in the future."
Jingxin nodded, and tears continued to flow from his eyes. This is the character of a female ghost. Once she learns to cry, she can cry all the time. But the tears of the female ghost are also a shackle to the female ghost. It will make the female ghost love a person with all his heart and soul, to the moment of life and death.
From today on, Jing Xin will be the person who loves me the most, even if it is for me, it will be a simple matter for her. This is the tears of the female ghost, which can make the female ghost a slave of love.
With complex thoughts, I hugged Liu Ying in my arms and then let her lie in bed. At this moment, Liu Ying suddenly reached out and whispered: "Zhang Fan, don't leave me, I don't want you to go."
"Relax, I won't leave you." I looked at her and said.
In this way, until the morning, Liu Ying sat up slowly and saw a tired look on me.
"Are you all right?" I looked at her and said.
"I'm fine." Liu Ying shook her head, and then looked at the mirror heart next to me, hesitated.
I looked at her and said helplessly, "I'm sorry."
"It's nothing, as long as you treat me well in the future. It's just a female ghost, I don't care." Although this was said, there were tears on Liu Ying's face. I gently hugged her, but my heart was very helpless.
No one is wrong about this matter. It is only time that is wrong. If I do n’t get the soul, maybe I wo n’t be eroded by its consciousness. Similarly, I wo n’t be related to the ghost of the mirror. .
At this moment, my eyes suddenly turned red, and then my whole body shivered. I pushed Liu Ying away, and my expression became painful.
At this moment, the soul grabbing in my body suddenly became manic. Crazy eroded my consciousness. It seems that it has realized that it is about to be destroyed.
I have collected all the materials, and I can completely remove the evil thoughts of seizing the soul. This makes it impossible to sit still.
I was trembling all over, and I felt almost out of control. Jing Xin looked at me anxiously beside me, but he was at a loss, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, I said sharply: "No, I'm leaving, you take care."
After I finished speaking, I quickly used Tian Dun technique and moved to the place where the ghost craftsman was. Jing Xin also followed me to the ghost craftsman.
When I came here, I found that the ghost craftsman in front of me was confronting several people.
These people are all among the demons, as can be seen from the clothes on them.
"Ghostsmith, our leader greatly appreciates your forging ability, and leave us with us. Let's work for our demon." Said the black man headed.
The ghostsmith looked at them indifferently, his expression quite calm. But when he looked at me, his voice was indifferent: "Help me solve all these guys."
"Got it." I said without hesitation, and then slammed to grab the soul, and rushed straight over.
At the moment, I was irritable and wanted to kill very much. The people in front of them are looking for their own way.
When I came here, several demonists surrounded me. At this moment, I swiftly lifted up the soul, and then passed through, the man headed was directly assassinated by me.
Bloody sword energy penetrated his body from a distance, so that he could not even see the screaming, and the body was instantly killed. After being killed, his soul was taken away. In this way, his soul was directly drawn into the soul-taking in my hands.
The soul grabbing roared with satisfaction, and at this time, I also felt a little stronger. Although only a little more subtle, it also made me feel excited.
I finally understood why the master who captured the soul would eventually embark on a murderous road. Every time you kill a person, your strength is increased by one point of pleasure, which really makes you want to stop.
Seeing me killing them, these demons rushed towards me one by one. This is the best thing for me.
I shot again and waved at them. One meter of sword energy filled the soul-snapping instantly. One meter of sword energy was already terrifying, and even unimaginable.
This makes me basically invincible in close combat, because no one can break into my sword gas range, and I will be killed.
A few demonists, even without reaction, were killed by Jian Qi. The horrible sword spirit raged, and the people in the demon in front of me were like ants.
I waved my soul away in excitement, killing one person after another in the demon cult, so I kept killing. The expression is quite excited.
Waving, waving again, the demons in front of me died one by one, their bodies fell to the ground, but the soul was captured by the soul. It also made me stronger and stronger.
I feel that my body is several times stronger than usual, all of which are incidental to the soul. This force is simply incredible.
In this way, the demons in front of me disappeared one by one, and then I let go of my soul, struggling with my eyes, but my body was full of unprecedented desire.
"Did you see it? This is the thrill of killing? This is the means to increase strength. You still need me, you can't leave me." In my heart, the evil thought of seizing the soul called out. And my mind is gradually addicted.
Seeing this, the ghostsmith spoke: "Give me the soul, I can help you recast it, and give me the materials."
When he finished, he held out his hand, and I took hold of the soul and looked at him tremblingly. The evil thought of seizing the soul is constantly shouting, trying to control me. But my will is also terrible. So in a short time, I have not been eroded.
I endured the pain in my heart, so I walked tremblingly, and handed over the soul to the ghostsmith step by step.
The ghost craftsman looked at the soul in his hand and murmured, "I thought you didn't plan to hand it over."
"What will happen if I don't hand it over?" I looked at him and asked.
"If you don't even have the will to control this sword, then you are destined to be swallowed up by will." The ghost crafter gave me an indifferent glance.
I didn't speak, but gave him the Soul Breaking Stone and the Ghost Tears. There are three female ghost tears. These crystal-clear diamonds contain the love of a female ghost.
Ghostsmith picked up the soul and silently came to the blacksmith shop. Then he glanced at the soul grabbing in front of him, and his voice murmured: "Old man, there is another good sword."
Behind him, a mist gradually rose, and then the mist turned into an old man. Immediately after the old man appeared, Jingxin's complexion changed, his body kept receding, and then shouted, "It's a ghost king!"
"What?" I looked at the old man, who was in ancient clothes, with a strong body, eyes full of eyes, and a breath of air that made people shudder.
And his eyes were fixed on the soul-striking in the hands of the ghost craftsman, but after a few glances, he immediately said: "Although it is indeed a good sword, it is an evil sword, which will continue to affect the mind of the master , Devour the master's consciousness. Turn the master into a killing tool. Although powerful, it is not a real good sword. "
"That's right, so we have to purify it together and make it a good sword." The ghost craftsman said.
"Only these materials can only barely purify it, but it is unlikely to increase its power." The old man shook his head.
"Okay, I need your ghost fire." The ghost craftsman put the soul on the ground.
The old man nodded, then opened his mouth violently, a blaze of flames burning on it, and blew towards the soul. The soul-grabbing is continuously burning by the flame, and above the sword body, it has been gradually red by the flame.
Soul-snatching was fired and turned red, and then the ghostsmith reached out his hand, picked up a hammer with an ancient pattern, and continued to smash the soul. Every time you hit the soul, the soul will glow with fire. Later, the soul will no longer see the original black, but it will become a scary red.
The ghost craftsman looked at the soul-striking in front of him, and his voice murmured: "The evil sword is still a harmful thing after all." After he finished his hand, the broken soul stone was held in his hand. Then he also put the Soul Breaking Stone on the sword.
Beside him, the old man was still spitting fire. I was shocked when I saw here. I couldn't think of a ghost king beside him. And this ghost king seems to be able to obey the orders of the ghost craftsman.