The terrifying icicle froze the old beggar ghost, and countless ice flowers inside cut back and forth.
The old beggar ghost turned into a black shadow and was cut into countless pieces.
But the black shadow did not disappear, and the cut pieces were being reorganized every minute.
Although no sound came out, Huang Feng could see that at the moment when the black shadows reorganized, the frightening eyes of the old beggar ghost were full of violent emotions.
"Hey, you didn't kill him?"
Seeing the insistent old beggar ghost, Huang Feng had a doubt in his heart. He could kill even the gold-level lotus demon, why couldn't he kill the bronze-level old beggar ghost?
I don’t believe I can’t kill you!
Huang Feng became furious and continued to maintain the [Vacuum Ice Blade].
The eyes that the old beggar ghost showed at first were full of violence that chose others to devour, but after a few minutes, deep fear appeared in its eyes.
Why is this kid so powerful?
The knife in his hand is really terrifying!
Death is impossible!
Broken, reorganized, broken, reorganized... the pain in the cycle is extremely real.
Can’t stand the birds!
The old beggar ghost had never suffered such torture since he became a weirdo. It looked at Huang Feng in fear, hoping to be freed as soon as possible.
"Hyōrinmaru has limitations when it comes to weird things that are not entities."
Seeing that the old beggar ghost was still alive, Huang Feng suddenly realized that Hyōrinmaru was not omnipotent.
Damn it, what should I do?
Is it always being used up?
After reacting, Huang Feng found himself in an embarrassing situation.
Trapping the old beggar ghost and killing him but not killing him is a waste of spiritual energy no matter how you look at it.
Moreover, Huang Feng also discovered that the spiritual energy in his body, which maintained the release of [Vacuum Ice Blade], was consumed very quickly and could only last for ten minutes at most.
Frowning tightly, Huang Feng looked at the trapped old beggar ghost.
correct!
A flash of light flashed through Huang Feng's mind.
He thought of a way to try.
Just do it when you think of it, and in your free left hand, [ink] quietly appears.
Grasping the handle of the knife, Huang Feng murmured to himself: "It must be useful."
The next moment, he suddenly thrust [ink] into the icicle...
Fuck!
The reorganizing shadows stagnated for a moment.
Then, a strong suction force appeared on [Mo]'s blade, and the black shadows that were shattered into pieces by the ice flowers were all sucked in by the blade...
Visible to the naked eye, as the black shadow is sucked away, the cracks on the [Ink] blade are rapidly reducing.
After absorbing the last piece of black shadow, all the cracks on the [Ink] blade disappeared.
Buzz!
[Ink] was humming softly, and a black brilliance burst out from it.
At the same time, the blade was trembling slightly, and a faint spiritual pressure emanated from the blade.
Reiatsu?
Huang Feng was shocked. How could a contracted weapon produce spiritual pressure?
Without thinking too much, the sound of zero prompts Huang Feng to turn his attention to the panel.
[Ding, the host kills a bronze-level ghost and gets a kill value of 1350.]
[Ding, the host contract weapon has mutated, do you want to identify it? 】
Huang Feng didn't have much doubt about the first piece of information.
When he saw the second prompt, he felt happy. It was great to see the pillow delivered to him while he was dozing off.
"Appraisal!"
[Ding, the appraisal is completed, the contract weapon ink, the form has changed. 】
[Ink: The scabbard can accommodate any knife in the world and has the ability to accommodate the knife. 】
[Current number of knives that can be accommodated: 1.]
【ink】It has become a scabbard!
Shocked a hundred times, Huang Feng quickly raised [Ink] to his eyes.
The blade of the sword was still pitch black, not even a trace of light could be reflected. Turning it over and looking at it, Huang Feng quickly became confused, because [Mo] said it was a scabbard, but it didn't look like a scabbard at all.
In other words, its appearance has not changed at all since it was identified.
[Ding, I found that the Spirit Sword can be fused. The first fusion is free. Do you want to fuse it? 】
When Huang Feng didn't understand, zero's voice sounded again.
Is there a spiritual knife that can be fused? Or is it free?
Looking around, Huang Feng's eyes finally fell on the Hyōrin Pill in his right hand.
Is it it?
"Merge!"
Gritting his teeth, Huang Feng decided to give it a try and see what difference there was after [Mo] changed.
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Feng felt a light touch on his right hand, and Hyōrin Wan disappeared.
Where is my big Hyōrinmaru?
There was a moment of panic, and Huang Feng forced himself to calm down.
"Since it is a scabbard, the disappeared Hyōrinmaru should be in the [ink]."
Analyzing rationally, Huang Feng's mental energy moved toward [Mo]. As soon as he made contact, a kind feeling came from the blade.
Then his vision dimmed, and Huang Feng found something in an exhibition cabinet in front of him.
Inside, Hyōrinmaru lay quietly on the knife rest.
The knife holder is very exquisite, with very complex patterns on it. The patterns are all glowing, and a faint white light shines on Hyōrinmaru, making it look like they are fused together.
"It can't be such a crude fusion."
With a thought, Huang Feng waved the [ink] in his hand.
With this movement, he discovered a very shocking scene.
At the moment when he swung the sword, Huang Feng felt so blessed that he chanted the words of the beginning of the Hyōrin Pill.
"Sit upright in the frosty sky, Hyōrinmaru!"
It is obviously [Ink] that is being waved, but when it is controlled with will, it naturally begins to unravel.
The [ink] in the hand undergoes huge changes in an instant.
It turned into Hyōrinmaru!
The icy air overflowed from the knife in his hand, and in an instant, the trees on both sides of the path were dyed white with frost...
Contract weapon: [Ink]
Current level: Silver level (can be swallowed to upgrade)
Looking at the information that was clear at a glance, Huang Feng clicked his tongue repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad, it can actually fuse the Hyōrin Pill. I can control it very smoothly now."
After pulling out the Hyōrin Pill directly from the front, Huang Feng always had an unnatural feeling when using it, although it was extremely powerful.
Now after the fusion, that feeling disappears, and the feeling of controlling [Ink] is the same as that of controlling [Ink].
Maybe it’s because it’s a contract weapon!
Rather than fusion, it is better to say that [Ink] swallowed Hyōrinmaru and possessed all of Hyōrinmaru's abilities.
Current kill value: 1350.
Glancing at the panel, Huang Feng found that his kill value was so pitiful that he could only replace it with a bronze-level treasure chest.
"The previous exchange is a last resort. The higher the level of the treasure chest, the rarer the items it opens."
"In this case……"
Raising his head, Huang Feng looked towards the end of the trail.
After killing the old beggar ghost, the illusion disappeared. At the end of the path was the gate of a school.
Since ancient times, schools have mostly been built on mass graves to suppress evil spirits with the spirit of book business.
"It is recorded in the data that after the weird resurgence of this school, there were a lot of weird things, but the level was not high, at most it was Bronze level. Unfortunately, it didn't use much explosive materials, and it was not well received by the charioteers."
"But for me, it's just right."
Carrying [ink], Huang Feng strode towards the school.
Afterwards, huge movements were heard from time to time in the school which had been silent all this time.
A scumbag, a hanger, a lover... From morning to afternoon, Huang Feng didn't even have much time to rest.
"The twentieth one."
Huang Feng murmured as he froze the ugly male ghost in front of him with a knife.
He glanced out the window and saw that the sun was setting in the west, indicating that it was not far from dark.
"That's it for today."
Taking another look at the panel, Huang Feng was very satisfied with today's results. Although the ghosts killed in the school were generally not high-level, most of them were at the Black Iron level.
The victory lies in the large number, which contributes more than 3,000 kill points to Huang Feng. Of course, one of the bronze-level female ghosts in red directly accounts for half of the amount.
As for the process of killing the female ghost in red... Huang Feng didn't want to mention it again as he wiped away the red mark that had not yet dried up at the corner of his mouth.
The end result is good.
Look at the number on the panel: 4958.
Huang Feng felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and he walked out of the school with [Ink] in hand.
It's getting dark soon.
Half an hour later, Huang Feng returned to the city.
At the same time, the Zhou family villa.
"you sure?"
Zhou Teng, who was lying on the sofa, sat up excitedly after hearing the report from his subordinates: "Huang Feng left the patrol team and went to trial outside the city again?"
"Yes, Master, I saw it with my own eyes." The standing man swore.
"Strange, why did he suddenly leave the patrol team?"
Zhou Teng frowned slightly, wondering why Huang Fengfeng chose to leave the team that could give him extra points and go to kill weirdos outside the city to increase his strength.
"Go and find out why Huang Feng left the patrol team." Zhou Teng ordered.
The man responded, turned around and left the villa, and went to investigate the news overnight.
"Hmph, Huang Feng, it doesn't matter what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd."
Zhou Teng walked to the window and looked at the darkening sky. A sharp cold light flashed in his eyes: "I will hinder you and make you lose the opportunity to go to the state."