Eight hundred and thirty seventh chapter soul collection
More than half a month after the inner courtyard of the Duan family was shrouded in inexplicable fog, a spiritual shuttle weapon suddenly appeared in the sky above the Duan family, and a pair of young men and women wearing dark gray robes stood on it.
The woman is pretty and charming, with a curvy front and back, while the man is average-looking and thin.
There is a strange gray claw carved on the edge of the two men's robes. If there are immortal cultivators nearby, they will recognize that this is the symbol of the Ghost Spirit Sect, which ranks fourth among the ten sects of Chu State.
The woman looked at the black mist below, curled her lips and said: "Brother, what's the use of mortal souls? You even used a formation to trap this place. But I said, give me the soul of a late-stage Qi-refining immortal cultivator.
, I will be your double monk."
The thin man chuckled and said: "Junior sister, I don't know something. The mortals trapped by me are a little different from the others. The super-first-class warriors among them have condensed souls that are almost comparable to those of immortal cultivators in the middle stage of Qi refining."
Hearing this, the woman had a look of doubt on her face and said, "What are you talking about? How can a mortal's martial arts be trained to the point of becoming a divine soul?"
The thin man shook his head and said: "Junior sister, I originally thought so, but half a month ago, I captured a top-notch warrior from the Duan family and wanted to spend some materials to refine him into a ghost slave."
"But who knew that after collecting his soul, I unexpectedly found that his soul was extremely refined. Then I captured several more super-first-class warriors. It wasn't until I absorbed the soul of the second Duan family warrior that I discovered that it was unique to the Duan family warriors.
The characteristics of the soul.”
"Absorbing the souls of these two people has actually improved my cultivation a lot."
The young woman carefully observed the thin man with her spiritual consciousness, and said with an moved expression: "I haven't seen you for three months, and your magic power has reached the tenth level. I thought you took some kind of pill. Could it be..."
The thin man nodded and said: "Yes, the souls of two top warriors of the Duan family are completely equivalent to two precious pills. If the basic skills of our Ghost Spirit Sect are absorbed by the condensed souls, they will progress very quickly."
The young woman looked at the area shrouded in black mist below, greed flashing in her eyes.
Her qualifications are not high. She has practiced for twenty years, and her cultivation level is only the tenth level of Qi refining. If she wants to enter the Great Perfection of Qi refining, she will have to wait until she is at least fifty years old. By then, not only will her appearance and figure show signs of aging, but her foundation will also be strengthened.
The probability will be even lower.
If the mortal souls below are the same as what the thin man said, then her cultivation time will be greatly shortened after she obtains them.
The thin man chuckled and said: "Junior sister, as far as I know, there are still six of the most refined souls in it, and there are about thirty of the next level souls. I will give you half, which should meet your requirements."
The young woman said decisively: "Okay, senior brother, if the soul below is really what you said, then the promise made by junior sister before will be fully counted."
As she spoke, she blessed herself with a magic shield and said: "Let's do it quickly. The area here is not small. It will take some time to destroy all the mortals."
The thin man also put on a protective shield, and then took out a magic weapon that looked like an alms bowl. It was filled with gloomy energy, and bursts of wailing sounds could be heard from inside.
"Junior sister, the light skills of mortal warriors are more troublesome. The ghost servant can make their bodies weak, saving us the trouble of chasing them around."
The woman nodded, and a flash of inspiration appeared in her hand, and the same alms bowl magic weapon appeared. Then the two of them drove the spirit shuttle and submerged into the black mist. It seemed that the black mist was nothing to them.
After a while, a large number of cries of ghosts and howls of ghosts and the roars of many warriors were heard from deep within the inner courtyard of the Duan family.
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Duan Yiyun curled up and hid in a secret room several feet in size. This secret room was located in the corner of the Duan family's meeting hall. From the outside, it looked like just a desk made of bricks, with some odds and ends placed on it.
Unremarkable.
Duan Yiyun bit his lip and looked at the scene outside through the cracks in the bricks of the secret room, his eyes full of hatred.
The trembling little body and the bloody lip bitten all indicate that this little girl is suppressing her emotions and not letting herself speak.
On the martial arts training field outside the meeting hall, corpses of Duan family disciples were scattered. Each corpse's face was blue and white, with protruding eyes. Many of them had frost on their skin, and they looked like they had been frozen to death.
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In the center of the martial arts training ground, there are about a dozen green-faced and fanged ghost figures, forming a circle, surrounding six warriors. These six people are back to back, their faces are blue, and they all seem to be seriously injured.
Duan Yuanfeng stood in front of the other five people. Although his aura was weak, the sharpness flashing in his eyes from time to time showed that he still had strong fighting ability.
About ten feet in front of Duan Yuanfeng was the man and woman from the Ghost Spirit Sect. They were wearing a layer of gray shields and controlled the alms bowls in their hands to suck out light gray figures one after another on the corpses on the ground.
When they met the corpse with a rich gray glow, the two of them had a discussion, which made Duan Yuanfeng furious. However, when he looked at the several ghost figures around him and the gray shield outside the other party's body, he felt helpless in his heart.
Duan Yuanfeng originally thought that with his own fighting power, even if he was not as good as the immortal cultivator, he could at least hit a few moves. Who knew the ghostly shadow released by the immortal cultivator, he was helpless. Every time the long sword stabbed, it was like sweeping away the air.
But as soon as the ghost shadow touches the warrior, the warrior's body seems to be wrapped in ice, which pierces the bones. Those with weaker cultivation will freeze to death, while those with higher cultivation will become stiff and unable to move.
Super-class masters were better. Although their bodies were equally cold, they could still move. Duan Yuanfeng was least affected, only his shooting speed was somewhat reduced.
Duan Yuanfeng understood that this ghost was afraid of his strong qi and blood. Although other top-level masters were not weak in strength, after all, they were already old and their qi and blood were exhausted. However, he was only in his forties and in his prime.
In the end, the six super masters gathered together, and their energy and blood gathered, so that the ghost did not dare to continue attacking, but the six of them were also trapped by the ghost.
Even without these ghosts, they still can't do anything to the cultivators. Duan Yuanfeng's strongest attack couldn't break the gray shield. That layer of shield was like a chasm between the warriors and the cultivators.
"Senior brother, the method you thought of is indeed good. These last six people should have the most refined souls." The female cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect glanced at Duan Yuanfeng and licked her lips.
The thin male cultivator finished collecting the last soul and said with a smile: "You should save the good things for last."
Duan Yuanfeng gritted his teeth and said: "Why do you two want to destroy my Duan family? Where did our Duan family offend you?"
The thin man chuckled and said: "The only thing I blame is that the soul essence of your Duan family warriors is a great source of nourishment for our disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect. You mortals kill chickens and sheep, aren't you just picking on the meat?"
"Brother, what are you explaining to these ants? Hurry up and do it."
The pair of ghost spirit sect monks immediately activated their spells, and several green fireballs shot out from their hands. At the same time, more than a dozen ghost figures joined together and turned into a thick gray rope, tying up Duan Yuanfeng and the six of them.
In place, unable to move.
In the unyielding and angry eyes of Duan Yuanfeng and others, the dark green fireball blasted on their bodies, and the extremely cold and cold aura filled the air, completely cutting off the life of the last six super-first-class masters of the Duan family.
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Duan Yiyun covered her mouth with her small hands, a lot of tears filled her eyes, and her throat was choked with sobs, as if she would cry at any time.
She bit her lip and screamed in her heart: "Duan Yiyun, you can't say anything. You need to avenge the Duan family. You can't be impulsive. You must listen to dad and wait here for grandpa to come!"
Suppressing the sadness of losing her parents, the little girl looked at the immortal cultivators outside, keeping their faces and the gray claw marks on their robes in her heart.
Just when Duan Yiyun was trying his best not to make a sound, the female cultivator outside turned her head and looked at Duan Yiyun's hiding place. She waved her hand expressionlessly, and five or six ghosts on the training ground floated towards this side.
Come.
Seeing this, Duan Yiyun seemed to have forgotten her sadness. She held the sword at her waist with both hands and looked crazy, wanting to go out and fight the immortal cultivator.
But at this moment, the ground of the martial arts training ground suddenly shook.
A huge light yellow shield covered with barbs appeared out of thin air dozens of feet away. It was as tall as a person, with mottled blood and filth remaining on it. With a strong whistling sound, it rushed towards the Ghost Spirit Sect and the two of them.
Behind the shield, there was a middle-aged woman whose whole body was full of muscles and whose face was full of flesh. Her thick legs stepped on the ground and she sprinted with the shield. The floor tiles in the martial arts training field were trampled to pieces by the huge brute force.