As soon as Ni Xingpan Qi Ling said this, he stopped abruptly. Guan Heng stopped immediately after hearing this. He lowered his head and asked the old dog: Hey, Qi Ling, please speak clearly first and keep walking north.

Where are you going?

But no matter how Guan Heng called and asked, there was no response from the Ni Xingpan Artifact Spirit. Guan Heng gritted his teeth and whispered: Damn it, it must have consumed too much spiritual power, and now it has fallen into a deep sleep.

I won't wake up for a while.

Guan Heng knew that the weapon spirit had the habit of absorbing various soul fragments to replenish its spiritual power, but in this ancient world, the weapon spirit and the ghost-swallowing beast would continue to lose their own strength, leading to extreme fatigue, unless the ghost-swallowing beast

The beast can find a stronger object to possess, otherwise the situation will not change.

At this time, Guan Heng touched the three soul stones in his arms, thinking that there was a blank soul record book in the dark crystal coffin.

Shu Dong, the fat boss of Wangui Zhai, said that whenever he captured a new type of invisible soul, he would tear off some of the soul fragments and then put them into a book. The book would absorb the memory of the invisible soul and put it into the book.

Its origin and name are recorded in the book, and the grade of the soul is evaluated by itself.

Holding those Soul Soul Stones, Guan Heng thought to himself: Well, now is the time to use the Soul Record Book.

The soul record book is still in the crystal coffin of the girl's skin. We must go back quickly. At this moment, the lawn where the dark crystal coffin is located is less than a thousand meters away from Guan Heng. But at this moment, Guan Heng suddenly noticed something was wrong in front of him.

:Hey, what is that sound?

Suddenly, there were only gusts of evil wind near the lawn, and there were screams and strange whistling sounds. Guan Heng, who was holding the old dog in his arms, was suddenly shocked: Oh no, the girl's skin in the black coffin is the body that attracts spirits.

, Sister Wa said that although this physical body can continuously absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to nourish the remnant soul of Qinghuang, it can also attract those evil spirits and evil spirits from all directions.

Guan Heng held the old dog in his arms and ran wildly for several hundred meters. As expected, at this moment, three or four unknown dark souls had gathered in the air around the dark crystal coffin.

I don’t know where these guys came from. Because they felt that the dark crystal coffin was absorbing the spiritual energy around them, they lingered here and never returned, plotting evil intentions.

Damn it, you filthy people, how dare you disturb Qinghuang’s remnant soul to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Looking for death, Guan Heng shouted loudly at this time: "Ghost-swallowing beasts, turn them into

Before he could say the words "Stone of the Soul", Guan Heng suddenly noticed that the old dog in his arms was looking at him weakly and panting.

Tsk, oh no, the weapon spirit once said that the ghost-swallowing beast can only use its evil-breaking pupil power three times a day. Guan Heng pinched the soul stone in his arms and thought: Beyond this limit, the power of the ghost-swallowing beast will be exhausted. Just for

Capturing three monsters has been used up.

However, the situation became increasingly critical at this moment, and Guan Heng could not allow himself to think too much. There was a yellow-brown ghost figure among them who finally couldn't restrain himself. The guy was surrounded by evil wind and suddenly threw himself towards the dark crystal coffin on the lawn.

Stop, Guan Heng put down the old dog in his arms at this time, and ran over to try to stop him, but the moment the yellow-brown ghost touched the lid of the coffin, the crystal coffin suddenly burst into light, and the guy suddenly bounced away.

, the injured ghost retreated ten meters away with a shrill scream, and no longer dared to step forward casually.

By the way, before leaving Shanhai Street, Sister Wa had strengthened the hardness of the crystal coffin, so it was not broken. Guan Heng breathed a sigh of relief at this time, but he was still worried and decided to drive away the crystal coffin himself at this moment.

Several ghostly figures came to harass the crystal coffin.

But my current physical body is just that of a frail boy in his teens, and the ghost-swallowing beast is now powerless. Thinking of this, Guan Heng's forehead faintly oozed sweat: What method can I think of to drive away these few people?

Where's the guy?

Originally, if Guan Heng had his original body, he could crush a newly obtained Soul Stone and use the soul-melting technique to borrow the monster's power, but now this body does not originally belong to Guan Heng, and he cannot use it at this time.

The art of soul fusion.

Now is not the time to think about those problems, these ghosts must be driven away.

At this moment, Guan Heng couldn't care about anything else. In the midst of the electric light and flint, Guan Heng had rushed towards those ghost figures without hesitation, but he didn't notice that his fists were instantly covered with a layer of mist.

Like white air.

You bastard, it’s too late to tell me to get lost. By that time, Guan Heng had already jumped to the side of the crystal coffin, and punched the ghost figure that was coming towards him: "Pah!"

As soon as the fist wrapped in white energy came into contact with the ghost shadow, a trace of black energy was forcefully torn off the opponent's body, and it merged into Guan Heng's arm in an instant.

Hey, what's going on? After inhaling the black energy of the ghost, Guan Heng suddenly felt that he was energetic. Even the injury on his neck seemed to be showing signs of healing, and the ghost made a miserable sound after the black energy was pulled away.

Yelling, his figure shrank by nearly half in an instant.

Humph, ignore him. It’s a blessing or a curse. It’s a curse. We can’t hide these bastards first. Before we have time to think about other things, Guan Heng suddenly roared: If you don’t get out, I will destroy you.

After seeing that Guan Heng could hurt his own kind, the panicked ghost figures were so frightened that they backed up in the air and did not dare to step forward for a while. However, when they saw the dark crystal coffin that continued to absorb the spiritual energy of the world, they were reluctant to retreat.

, had no choice but to linger a hundred meters away, whistling low.

Those who have killed a thousand swords, why don't you get out? Guan Heng glanced at the lingering ghosts bitterly, then gently opened the lid of the crystal coffin and looked inside: "Qing Huang's temporary body, is there nothing wrong?"

The moment his eyes swept across the coffin, Guan Heng was stunned: Why is it red hair?

But at this moment, Guan Heng didn't have time to observe carefully. He reached out and fished out the soul record book in the coffin, and quickly closed the coffin lid again: snap

At this time, the inexplicable white air on Guan Heng's hand had not dissipated. He turned his wrist and saw that there was still a fragment torn from the ghost figure between his fingers. Guan Heng smiled coldly and opened it.

The Soul Record Book sandwiched the fragment in the middle of the pages.

Suddenly, the book in Guan Heng's palm flashed with a strange light. He gently opened the first page, and new writing suddenly appeared on it: First-order weak souls, the souls of ordinary living beings that gather and transform after death.

Seeing these messages, Guan Heng's eyes suddenly narrowed: Huh, it's just a first-level weak soul. I didn't expect that it would be so difficult for me to deal with it now.
Chapter completed!