At the same time as Minghua's body fell to the ground, not far away from Ling Lin, the originally excited and wretched monk's face suddenly turned pale, and then his swaying body also fell to the ground.
"My body was overloaded and I passed out."
Ling Lin's consciousness swept over and he suddenly understood. Then, he turned his eyes and looked towards Minghua, who had no breath at all.
"All the souls have disappeared."
The moment he looked at Minghua, Ling Lin's pupils suddenly shrank. Minghua's body lying on the ground was intact, without any injuries, but his soul was strangely missing!
If the soul was scattered, there would still be a trace left, but in Minghua's body, the soul seemed to have been swallowed up completely, disappearing without a trace. This was the real cause of Minghua's death.
"Soul Soul."
Ling Lin murmured to himself. Then he turned his eyes slightly and looked at the golden bell beside the wretched monk. At this time, the wretched monk fell into a coma, but the golden bell seemed to be guarding him, floating quietly above the wretched monk.
beside.
"This is clearly a soul-eating thing!"
Ling Lin's eyes narrowed and he looked at the figures carved on the golden bell. At this time, six figures among the many figures seemed to be a little different. This was an indescribable strangeness. It seemed that the six figures seemed
Compared with other figures, he is a little more agile, as if he can step out of this golden bell in the next moment.
"The treasure of the Shattered Realm that can swallow even the soul of a god."
Ling Lin whispered to himself. The treasure of broken realm is so precious, and the value of this kind of broken realm treasure that can directly attack the soul is far more than the ordinary broken realm treasure. If you say that you are not moved, it is obviously not true.
It's possible. But looking at the golden bell not far away, Ling Lin still felt a little wary. For no reason, he always felt that this golden bell was a bit weird.
The golden bell that exuded a superb divine light looked majestic and upright, with a kind of vast majesty. However, the fear in Ling Lin's heart was difficult to erase no matter how hard it was. There seemed to be a faint hint of rejection in the fear.
"Perhaps the method of attacking the soul is too weird."
Ling Lin whispered to himself, blaming this on Jin Zhong's strange soul attack.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Lin moved and suddenly came to Minghua's body.
"As a former supreme being in the Broken Realm, I wonder what good things there will be?"
Killing people to get money, although this is not Ling Lin's purpose of killing. But after the enemy is dead, Ling Lin still doesn't mind taking all their things as his own. It should be noted that in the world of cultivation, resources are also an important factor that affects the progress of many monks.
factor.
Although he made a lot of dead money, the one who died in Ling Lin's hands was only a monk with the highest cultivation level in the middle stage of Dongxu Realm. But the Minghua in front of him was a powerful being who had entered the Broken Realm. This kind of
How many good things would a powerful existence have? Ling Lin didn't know, but the more this happened, the more he looked forward to it.
His spiritual consciousness swept over Minghua's body. After a moment, Ling Lin's face darkened, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then another spiritual consciousness enveloped Minghua's body.
After taking a few breaths, Ling Lin's face turned slightly ugly, because he suddenly discovered that Minghua didn't have any treasures for storing things, such as a universe bag or some rings with storage functions.
"No? How is that possible?"
Ling Lin said with an ugly expression. Not to mention powerful monks like Minghua, even the monks in the Xiantian realm and even the martial arts realm would have one or two Qiankun bags on their body. What happened to the dignified great master of the Broken Realm?
There may not be some precious things. But where did these precious things go?
His body froze slightly, and a wry smile appeared on his face. Ling Lin suddenly thought that the reason why Minghua didn't have a Qiankun bag or anything like that was because his cultivation level was too high.
A monk in the Yin-Yang realm can control a space. Many monks above the Yin-Yang realm prefer to put their precious belongings into their own small space. Obviously, Minghua puts his belongings in his own space.
In a small space.
"Waste, what a waste."
Ling Lin shook his head and said with some regret. He knew that the treasures Minghua placed in the small space had long been destroyed in the space storm. Because at the moment of Minghua's death, the treasures he created
A piece of space collapsed.
"Huh? What is this?"
Suddenly, Ling Lin's eyes narrowed and he looked at a slightly bulging place on Minghua's waist.
"Token."
Yuan Li swept over, and the slightly bulging thing on Minghua's waist also appeared in Ling Lin's hand. It was a black token the size of a palm. This token was neither gold nor stone. There were not too many carvings on the token.
There are only two large dark red characters.
"ninth!"
The moment Ling Lin looked at the two big characters on the token, a monstrous evil spirit suddenly enveloped him. This evil spirit came very suddenly. If it were an ordinary Dongxu Realm monk, he might still be able to see it all of a sudden.
He was slightly panicked. However, to Ling Lin, this evil aura was just like a breeze blowing on his face, and he didn't feel much at all.
"I didn't find such a thing when I scanned it with my spiritual consciousness before."
Ling Lin frowned slightly as he looked at the ninth token in his hand. Then, his consciousness swept out again and probed for the token in his hand.
"As expected, I can't feel it."
Ling Lin spoke, and in his consciousness, there was nothing in his hand at this moment. In fact, the ninth token was still lying in his hand.
"Weird stuff."
Ling Lin shook his head and flipped it a few times again. However, there seemed to be nothing unusual about the dark Ninth Token. No matter what Ling Lin did, there was no reaction at all. A light flashed in his hand, and the Ninth Token was revealed.
The card was instantly sent into the Qiankun Bag by Ling Lin. Since it was something that Minghua carried with him, Ling Lin believed that it still had its own uniqueness, but he had not discovered it yet.
After putting the ninth token into the Qiankun bag, Ling Lin turned his eyes and looked at the flashing pool of black, white and gray not far away.
"Three Yuan Liquid." A dazzling light flashed in Ling Lin's eyes. This was the real purpose of his trip. "Zilin, brother will revive you."
At this time, the ternary liquid in the pool is much less than before. When Minghua left the pool, he almost sucked away nearly one-third of the ternary liquid in the pool. However, even so, there is still some ternary liquid in the pool at this time.
There is a lot of ternary liquid. The black, white and gray lights add a psychedelic look to the surroundings of the pool.
"Is it the blood of the mist beast that has transcended the realm of yin and yang?"
Ling Lin's eyes inadvertently passed through a dark place about ten feet away from the pool, where there was a huge figure.