Chapter 162: Lock Demon Forged Spirit

"Oh!"
With the sound of inexplicable sword chanting, Ye Zhen flashed his hands with two swords, and two conscious swords formed by the power of the soul appeared in his hands.
"Ding!"
With a right foot stroke, the two soul swords crossed, and the sound of the intersection of entities actually appeared.
As his eyes condense, the golden flame ignites, Ye Zhen instantly turns into a golden light and rushes towards the tide of the demon soul.
"Roar!"
The two are connected, the space pauses for a moment, and the huge mouth of the wolf demon soul in front of you is only one foot away from Ye Zhen.
However, at the next moment, the frozen space suddenly thawed. Ye Zhen's heart cut out a storm of sword air around his body and instantly dispelled the tide of the monster soul.
But this move just repelled the tide of the monster spirit in the channel, and then, endless monster spirits poured out at the extremely dark end!
These demons are all low spirits who can't withstand the erosion of the demons. After a short time in the tower, the flesh melts, leaving the demons alone.
At this moment, when a new living soul enters, anyway, they are all dead. If they can take a bite to replenish the consumption, they can live a little longer. If they are dead horizontally, they will not rush towards Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen's soul suddenly backed up to the entrance, and the two intimate hands in his hand lit golden flames instantly.
"what!"
Ye Zhen sang loudly, and his arm trembled, and he threw out two hearts.
"Ding Ding ..."
The two conscientious swords that were substantively ejected in the channel at a rapid speed, woven into a large golden net, and extended towards the end of the other side of the channel.
No matter how fierce the demon tide is, how dare not be afraid of death, once it meets the sword net, it will die out instantly.
Eyebrows were frozen again, hands folded on the chest, ten fingers changed, followed by one finger.
"choke!"
The duo sword sage outside the tower and the wine sword fairy only felt a sound of sword gas coming out of their ears, and then the whole lock demon tower shook a bit.
Jiujianxian swallowed his mouth and said, "Brother, why do I feel this tower, I'm afraid I can't keep it today?"
Dugu Jiansheng twitched his face and said, "Master brother ..."
"Master, you are here to protect the physical body of the young master".
I couldn't rest assured, Duke Swordmaster flew away, ready to monitor Ye Zhen's every move in the tower in real time.
In the tower, watching the darkness at the end of the passage was cut off with a sword, a smile hanged at the corner of his mouth, and his hands flung violently, and then there were two swords of the heart burning with golden flames.
Stepping towards the end of the channel, standing on the Taiji chart at the end of the channel, a flash of light, Ye Zhen came to the other channel.
There is no demon in this passage, nor the gloomy horror of the previous one, but it is extremely bright. It is just a small yellow dog squatting quietly in the center of the passage, looking at Ye Zhen strangely and quietly.
The right hand chopped the heart, the air waves rolled away, and the bell inlaid on the neck collar of the little yellow dog blew violently.
"Roar!"
With a loud roar, the little yellow dog turned into a creature that resembled a western werewolf, but was many times larger than it, afraid that it was no less than six meters high.
"Hmm ..."
The werewolf rushed towards Ye Zhen, and Ye Zhen rushed towards the werewolf with two minds.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Ye Zhen crossed the two confidants and Dewclaws in front of him.
Jiujianxian saw the tower shiver again, and his heart and mouth corner shook.
In the tower, Ye Zhen and the werewolf touched each other, and immediately grasped the heart, and disappeared. The blink of an eye's sword flickered in the channel.
Breathing effort, Ye Zhen is now behind the werewolf, holding two counter-gripping minds and stepping forward directly. Behind him, the werewolf turns into fragments of the size of his fingertips and is scattered in three places, and finally dissipates invisible.
But without taking a few steps, the road ahead was blocked again.
One black, one white, one left, one right, two guys with tongues and waist shouted "Bold! Who dares to hurt our town soul dog!"
Ye Zhen's eyes flashed, and he saw the strength of the black and white impermanence directly.
"too weak!"
After Ye Zhen whispered, the spirit body instantly turned into a phantom.
"Ding!"
With a soft whistle, the mourning wand in the capricious hand broke and his head fell to the ground.
The black and white impermanence soul is special. Although it lost its head, it was only temporarily unable to act and did not die.
Ye Zhen was too lazy to deal with these two guys. They wanted to bring Jiang Ming's soul into the prefecture, but they couldn't beat Jiang Ming, even they didn't dare to get close. It was enough to stay in the lock demon tower for decades. .
"So, this is where Jiang Ming is."
These two floors are all passages, and only from the next floor can there be a real floor and space.
Step by step, when Ye Zhen reached the end of the aisle, the stone gate of Taijitu opened in front of him.
About three feet behind the door, a reddish red horizontal line divides the inside and the outside.
Most of the space on this floor is a long sword inserted into the ground. Its master is a group of Shushan disciples who died under Jiang Ming's hands decades ago.
Looking at the horizontal line at his feet, Ye Zhen stepped forward. If he faced Jiang Ming's complete body with the limb of a soul, Ye Zhen might weigh it, but at this time, Jiang Ming is also a soul, why Ye Zhen is afraid to say so!
"The crossover is dead!"
However, Ye Zhen had just stepped into the line, and a roar accompanied by the sharp sword qi.
Ye Zhen was well prepared. The burning heart of Jin Yan was cut out instantly, and this sword energy was cut off.
At the next moment, a spirit body as high as several ten feet appeared from the largest tombstone in the middle, with a shawl spreading out, thick-legged fingers facing Ye Zhen, eyes full of hate, all hairs spread out, roaring, "Cross line is dead!"
Ye Zhen's robes swelled, and the speed of the golden wheel on the back of the royal road gradually increased, and his hands became loose. The two intimate hearts instantly turned into golden flames and began to burn from the tip of the sword.
The blink of an eye burned out and turned into a ray of golden light submerged into the Golden Wheel of the Golden Road.
Ye Zhen said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, talk again!"
His hands were shaped like sword fingers, crossing his chest, and the power of the soul was condensed. The golden light flew from the golden wheel of the royal road to the fingertips, and separated with the sword fingers toward the sky.
"Yu Jian Fu Mo!"
Drinking and falling down, pointing with two fingers, the golden sword energy transformed by soul power is like the laser in a science fiction movie, which is directed at Jiang Ming at a high speed, but the sword energy issued by Ye Zhen is much more powerful than a laser!
Ye Zhen couldn't help but say that Jiang Ming, who had been like a madman in the first act, was red in the eyes.
At the same time, he yelled "Yu Jian Fu Mo!"
Two fingers crossed, then headed towards the sky, and finally came towards Ye Zhen.
"boom!"
Jin Tie's clashes accompanied by a loud roar, and several sword qi shot by Ye Zhen collided fiercely with Jiang Ming's shot, and finally fell apart at the same time!
Ye Zhen was slightly surprised in his heart, but he was also surprised that Jiang Ming was no less than the Yuanying Master Monk who was no less than Dugu Swordmaster before his death.
His talents are so high that even the lone swordsman can't reach it. Although only the soul is left, after decades of unconscious cultivation, the end is extremely powerful!
The soul body up to several ten feet is the best proof!
Ye Zhen was smiling and his eyes were lingering. The speed of the golden wheel behind the Golden Road suddenly became faster, although overall it was still very slow.
Dao Dao Golden Contained from the Golden Road into the true body of Ye Zhen, is not only the Royal Road Long Qi, but also the pure soul.
This Golden Golden Wheel is the same as Ye Zhen's soul. Golden Golden Wheel is the purest soul of Ye Zhen's three souls!
"Come again!"
Ye Zhen yelled, the golden light of his fingertips bloomed, and the trembling sword sharply shook the space. Thousands of auroraes suddenly appeared, filling half of the space.
The same is true of Jiang Ming, but the color of the sky sword blooming at the fingertips of the two is different. The leaves are really golden, and Jiang Ming is dark blue!