Although he saved his life with a substitute puppet at that time, he was seriously injured.
So I couldn't continue to escape far, so I stopped at this place to heal my wounds.
He naturally discovered such a big noise before.
Later, I witnessed everything happening here with my own eyes.
Soon, Ling Hefan came close.
His eyes were staring at the sadness of frost on the ground!
There was endless desire in his eyes!
Through the battle just now, he could see that this was an evil demon soldier.
But this doesn't matter!
What’s important is that this magic weapon is now a masterless thing!
I can't use it myself, but I can give it to the big guys in Geshan City!
Being able to get in touch with those big guys is one step closer to the reappearance of Lingxiao Palace’s former glory!
and……
He can also kill the person who destroyed his Lingxiao Palace!
Ling Hefan was completely hated for Ye Fan!
If you don’t take this revenge, you will not be a human being!
Ling Hefan took a deep breath and grabbed Shuangzhi's sadness!
The moment the right hand contacted the sword hilt, Ling Hefan's brain buzzed!
"Do you desire strength?!"
Ling Hefan hurriedly let go of the hilt of the sword and suddenly retreated far away!
This is...the spirit of the weapon...?
A demon soldier with a spirit of weapon...?
Weapons with spirits are undoubtedly high-quality existences.
He had only heard of this kind of high-end product before, but had never seen it with his own eyes.
"You should have seen what happened just now."
The tempting voice sounded again.
"Become my slave, and you can gain this powerful power!"
This sound seemed to be mixed with some magic.
A red light gradually appeared in Ling Hefan's eyes...
"Strength...I need powerful strength!"
"With powerful power, I can recreate the glory of Lingxiao Palace in the past!"
"Okay, I'm willing to be your slave!"
Frost sadness made an excited buzzing sound, and it flew into Ling Hefan's hands!
A blue-black aura climbed up along Ling Hefan's right hand holding the sword, and finally gathered into his eyebrows.
The next moment.
A strange and complex pattern appeared on Ling Hefan's forehead!
This pattern just looks very uncomfortable, as if the soul is about to be sucked in!
The pattern flashes and flies.
"I can help you realize your wish." Frost's sad voice sounded in Ling Hefan's mind: "And all you have to do is to constantly find a powerful soul for me!"
"Yes, my master!" Ling Hefan replied respectfully.
"By the way, master." Ling Hefan suddenly suggested: "I met someone before, and his soul should be very powerful!"
"Recalling what that person looks like." Frost ordered sadly.
Ye Fan immediately appeared in Ling Hefan's mind.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
Ling Hefan felt that the demon soldiers in his hand trembled for no reason...
How could the master be so strong?
It must be my illusion!
"Ahem... I know this person, and his name is Ye Fan." Shuangzhi replied sadly: "This kind of small character doesn't have to pay attention to him, let's do the serious business first..."
"As for orders, my master!" Ling Hefan changed into the air and flew towards the distance.
On the other side.
After returning to his yard, Ye Fan expired again in the salted fish life.
The mental fluctuation he encountered before at the evil flame ruins made him feel quite interesting.
That guy probably has his eyes on him.
In addition, there was something he cared about very much.
Ye Fan suddenly realized that his mental state was a little wrong during this period!
I can't say why, I'm just inexplicable irritability!
In addition, there will be intermittent mental disorder!
Although it only appeared once or twice, it was enough to attract his attention.
Logically speaking, this should not happen to your own mental strength.
Ye Fan analyzed it carefully for a long time and felt that it might be caused by his own salty fish!
After all, staying at home all day, your mentality will inevitably be a little wrong!
No, I can't continue like this!
The outside world is so beautiful, I should go out and have a walk!
"Eh?" Seeing Ye Fan suddenly standing up, the little witch said curiously: "Ye Fan, are you...?"
"Do you have something to do now?" Ye Fan asked with a smile: "If you have nothing to do, just accompany me out for shopping."
"Okay!" The little witch immediately happily held Ye Fan's arm: "Let's go!"
It is rare that Ye Fan took the initiative to invite him to go shopping, and the little witch was as happy as a child.
"Ye Fan, your clothes are so simple. I'll choose a few handsome ones for you!"
"It seems that your belt has been tied for a long time, so it's just right to change it."
"The hair seems to be a little longer, so I'd just take care of it!"
...
Not long after walking around, the little witch and the second demon suddenly changed their expressions.
They raised their heads one by one and looked in a certain direction in the air.
Ye Fan subconsciously followed and saw several figures flying towards him.
"Are you very strong?" Ye Fan asked casually.
There are more monks flying around the sky in Geshan City.
This is the first time that the little witch can make her so pretty!
"It should be very strong!" The little witch let go of Ye Fan's arm and murmured softly: "Before the fight, I'm not sure if it's an opponent."
Shan Ji and Banana Jun protected Ye Fan in the middle, one on the left and one on the right.
A hint of joy flashed in Ye Fan's eyes!
If the little witches and the others are not opponents, wouldn’t it mean that their chance has come?
Soon, three figures came closer.
A middle-aged man with a scheming face, with two male cultivators looking in their thirties.
Of course, the specific age is unknown.
The three of them did not have the same eyes as Niao Ye Fan, but looked at the brothel next to them.
"Gui Wuming, I know you are inside!" The old-fashioned man sternly: "You can't get out quickly and die!"
When these simple monks in Geshan City saw that there were melons to eat, they hid aside and entered the state of watching the show.
However, there is no response in the building...
"Gui Wuming, get out and die!" the old-fashioned man shouted again.
This time his voice was mixed with a little pressure, and the strong wind blew the monks on both sides to fall and fall!
The little witch casually fired a black air barrier and protected Ye Fan and others.
The next moment, a figure flew out from the brothel window.
Judging from his messy clothes, he was obviously very busy before.
"Who am I thinking it is? It turns out that it is you, Xia Wuhai, you old guy." The visitor curled his lips disdainfully: "You old guy has a good nose, you can find it even if I run here."
"It's been one thousand and five hundred years!" Xia Wuhai gritted his teeth and said, "The 300,000 unjust souls from Yunwu Sect linger in my ears every day! And today only your blood can let them rest in peace!"
"Although I didn't kill your disciples alone, but..." Gui Wuming said with a humble look on his face: "Your wife and daughter are really great. I still miss you a little bit, tsk...