Chapter 487: Refining the soul flag

Tunxi smiled slightly: "I feel that the origin of the cold food is more embarrassing than the hollow sword. This should not be a spiritual plant that can grow in the mainland of the Jurassic. It is better to tell me how you get the cold food, I will tell you the origins of the skeleton sword?"
The cloak's face flashed with anger, and his heart was scattered. He was cut by unintentional swords.
The cloak returned to a few positions and looked at the innocent sneer: "Grandpa, I am bored to accompany you for a while, do you think you will really be my opponent?"
Unwilling to slowly mix the blood and blood of the body, the look is indifferent, and ignore the man's words.
The cloak looked unintentionally, and looked at the brook in front of him. His eyes suddenly sizzled and bloodthirsty. "Since you want to find death, Grandpa will fulfill you. Anyway, I am tired of it..."
As soon as the words were finished, the cloaked man’s claws seemed to have a small black flag.
In his mouth, he muttered a muttering spell. With the spell, the flag became bigger and bigger, and it was even higher than the cloak.
The cloak man smiled twice and touched the cold flagpole. "Go, my baby, I haven’t let you have a chance to show it. I must have starved you. But this time, I will compensate for it all at once. Give you."
"The taste of Yuan Ying has not been tasted yet, but it is much more delicious than a few hundred Golden Years."
Saying, the cloak has a hand and a spirit has broken into the flag.
The flag shook violently, and then a black shadow was drilled out of the flag and flew into the sky.
The black shadow became thicker and thicker, and then it turned into a black-faced fangs and flew straight toward the unintentional.
In the blink of an eye, the unintentional was wrapped up by the black gas, and the grimace opened his mouth and opened his mouth.
Every bite is bitten, the unintentional breath is weak, and the ghost is a strong one.
Although the hollow sword in the hands of the unintentional keeps dancing, the speed has become slower and slower.
Gu Lifeng gnawed his teeth: "That should be the refining flag."
Refining the soul flag, to engulf the soul of the warrior and the essence to strengthen their own evil magic.
The cloak laughed and said: "Reassure, wait until the kid is swallowed up, and the next one will be your turn."
As he said, his figure was swaying, and the claw-like hand suddenly turned into a ghost claw, and he grabbed it toward Tunxi.
"Hey--" a loud noise, wrapped in unintentional black gas suddenly retreated, even the ghost face was turned over ten feet away, dropped on the ground and kept twitching, even the shadows were scattered a lot.
However, Tunxi only felt that he and he had to fly a few steps back and forth, and they escaped the clutches of the cloak.
Inadvertently standing in front of the brook and the valley wind, one arm is completely broken, and the whole body is scarred, as if it will fall down at any time.
"Wang... oh, let's go!" Unmistaked, "I can hold him up for a quarter of an hour!"
A glimpse of Tunxi, the eyes seemed to be completely filled with blood, so that there was a burst of anger in her chest.
She hates being weak and hates to let people around her get hurt for her.
The cloak man was so angry that he saw the weak face of the ghost face.
This ghost face, but he used a lot of ghosts to feed to concise, the strength is comparable to the early Yuan Ying. I didn't expect that the wicked kid even lost his arm and squandered his power, causing his ghost face to be seriously injured.
In this way, even if you swallow the souls of these little boys, you have to take a while to restore your original strength.