Ding Fan felt a surge of wind behind his head, which was also mixed with frightening coercion.
Without changing his pace, Ding Fan looked calm and continued walking towards the incomplete palace above.
Hu Congyu is dead, and the one who can come out to act as a demon at this time must be her soul.
That's right, it's Hu Congyu.
The resentment was so deep that he wanted to kill Ding Fan regardless of everything.
Ling Zifeng and Wei Teng arrived in an instant and protected behind Ding Fan. Just when they were about to take action, a strange scene happened.
With a pop, Hu Congyu's soul dissipated on its own, leaving behind only the impression of her ferocious, deformed face.
Feeling something unusual, Ding Fan turned around in surprise, and there was Hu Congyu's shadow nowhere to be found.
"Leader, I suspect that Hu Congyu's soul has signed some kind of contract. Once he dies, his soul will also dissipate." Leng Ling'er's face showed a cold expression and her voice trembled slightly.
Being able to kill the spirit of the fox demon from a distance is extremely terrifying.
Only female slayers can do this.
Ling Zifeng also guessed this and said in a deep voice: "The female gangster is eager to kill Hu Congyu. She must also have important secrets."
"I didn't ask anything!" Witten spread his hands in annoyance.
"We are already one step closer to the final outcome. Are we still afraid that we won't get the truth? It's unnecessary!"
Ding Fan's expression returned to normal, he snorted contemptuously, and walked upward again.
A battle destroyed the luxurious palace built on stalactites. The crown had collapsed, leaving only a frame.
But Ding Fan didn't care. On the contrary, there was a palace standing underground, which would cause panic.
Whoosh!
A snow-white shadow emerged from the ruins and fled away in a panic. When he saw Ling Zifeng and Wei Teng, he was so frightened that he stopped suddenly, his limbs were in the air, and his hair exploded.
He turned around and ran in another direction, but stupidly bumped into Ding Fan's foot, causing his hair to explode in shock.
Cai Cai raised the ax and was about to chop, but Ding Fan waved his hand to stop him, grabbed the little fox from the air, and put it in his arms.
The snow is as white as jade, without a single streak of color. It is so noble and beautiful that once you take a look at it, you will never forget it.
But his eyes are as red as jade, his nose is long and pointed, and his mouth always has a charming smile. Ding Fan couldn't help but masturbate twice, it was really a relief.
What a beautiful little fox.
Not willing to be controlled by others, he even transported a few small stones under the control of his mind, which did not hurt or itch, and hit Ding Fan on his body.
"So cute!" Wu Yahuan couldn't help but stretched out his hand. The little fox's tail immediately fluffed up, and he bared his teeth and screamed. Wu Yahuan did not dare to move anymore, and curled his lips and cursed: "Little beast!"
Leng Ling'er calmly stared at this little accomplished fox and came to a conclusion, "Leader, I suspect that this is Bai Yifei's true form."
"Back then, it was left in Dong Qingshan as an exchange. After Huang Yao's death, it disappeared. It turned out that it was brought here by Hu Congyu." Ding Fan nodded.
"It's rare for a little spirit fox to have such a level of cultivation. However, its IQ is a bit worrying." Ling Zifeng said.
Ouch!
Wei Teng waved his hands carelessly and analyzed it matter-of-factly: "If the soul is taken away, of course the body will be stupid. Of course, if that soul is retrieved and cultivated properly, it will be an extremely smart spirit fox. There is no use for it.
How long, this little fox will be the second Hu Congyu! Hahaha..."
No one laughed, and Witten was a little embarrassed. He just wanted to stop laughing.
"Even if this fox doesn't regain its soul, it will become a bad thing in time. How does the leader plan to deal with it?" Ling Zifeng asked.
Ding Fan was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Not all spiritual beasts have to be killed. Doesn't Feifei have a little spiritual fox?"
Ling Zifeng nodded, knowing that Ding Fan wanted to keep this little fox alive, and reminded him: "Alliance leader, human lifespan is limited, decades are fleeting, and the soul will still return to its original body at that time."
"There is a difference between a human and a monster."
Ding Fan only said four words lightly, and everyone felt relieved and nodded in silence.
Instructing Taoist Priest Dong Lin to take Cai Cai and Wu Yahuan to search the palace, Ding Fan found a flat place and gently put the little fox down.
Although he is cute and has a low IQ, the little fox also knows that he is surrounded by masters and cannot escape at all. He only needs to lie on his two little paws and glance at Ding Fan secretly from time to time with his ruby-like clear eyes.
After stroking the soft fur of the little fox twice, Ding Fan asked with a smile: "Little guy, I will take you out of here, and you can be a little fox with peace of mind from now on. Are you willing?"
The little fox made a coquettish sound in its throat, and Ding Fan smiled again, "Okay, you agree."
The little fox raised its head and made a louder sound, as if in protest. Ding Fan patted the little fox who was afraid of it: "The protest is ineffective. Isn't it good to be a little fox who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun?"
Among the magic weapons given by Ji Buyu, Ding Fan found a spirit-controlling ring. It was extremely exquisite in workmanship and light as if it were nothing. When worn by a spirit beast, it was immune to all evil and could improve his cultivation.
The most important point is that with the help of spells, you can control spiritual beasts.
The little fox has a high level of cultivation. Once it becomes wild, it will be aggressive and must be guarded against.
As soon as the spirit ring was placed on the little fox's head, it resisted and shrank its neck, baring its teeth and barking at Ding Fan.
Ding Fan turned a blind eye and forcibly put the spirit ring around the little fox's neck. A soft color appeared on the neck, which made it more attractive.
The little fox resisted at first and jumped up, but couldn't get rid of it.
Ding Fan moved his lips and recited a spell. The little fox was instantly restrained and docilely placed at his feet. He raised his little head and begged pitifully for a hug.
How could he bear to refuse? Just as Ding Fan was about to bend down and pick him up, he caught a glimpse of a pale yellow figure suddenly appearing from the corner of his eye.
With his thoughts, the flying sword cut through the sky and stabbed the figure.
Ding Fan then slowly turned around with the little fox in his arms, and what he saw was a huge weasel, with yellow mist pouring out from the wound stabbed by the flying sword.
The level of cultivation is far higher than that of the little fox.
The little fox seemed to be frightened, and thrust its little head into Ding Fan's arms. It looked pitiful, and the weasel looked even more disgusting in comparison.
A ball of fire popped up from Witten, and the weasel was finally submerged in the flames. The remaining ashes were also thrown into the pool, and it was unknown where it flowed.
"This is another clone of Huang Yao, which was left to Hu Congyu in exchange."
There was a trace of ripples in Ling Zifeng Gujing Wubo's eyes. After all, he and Huang Yao spent some time together in Dong Qingshan.
Wei Teng chuckled and deliberately provoked: "Brother Ling, Brother Fan killed the weasel himself. It's not good for you to pity this guy."
Ling Zifeng smiled faintly, put his hands behind his back disapprovingly, and counterattacked: "It's all destiny, but you are somewhat similar to this little fox."
"Nonsense, I am a divine beast and have nothing to do with this little mountain beast." Witten looked confused.
Ling Zifeng made gestures with his hands on his chest. Wei Teng was puzzled, scratching his head and thinking. Only when he heard Ding Fan's laughter did he gradually understand.
The little fox wore a spirit-controlling ring, and the color was similar to the one on his real body's chest!
"Hey, Brother Ling, you've always been steady, but you laughed at me like this just because of a weasel."
Wei Teng refused and insisted on comparing himself with Ling Zifeng, making endless noises. Ling Zifeng got out of the way, and his laughter echoed throughout the underground palace.