People are in Douluo, start binding traveling frogs

Chapter 103
"It turns out that this ghost thing is doing the trick!"

Now that the source has been found, Ye Huang feels more at ease.

While he was dealing with these transfigured people controlled by the silk thread, his body slowly moved towards the position where the shadow was.

The location of this black shadow is still a long distance away from Ye Huang, and he is not sure that he will hit it with one blow.

Fearing that the black shadow would see through his thoughts, Ye Huang even pretended to be exhausted.

Seeing that he was close enough to the black shadow, Ye Huang no longer hesitated to directly lock the position of the black shadow in midair, and quickly lit up the fourth soul ring on his body.

"The fourth soul skill, ban air!"

Following Ye Huang's soft shout, ripple-like energy suddenly erupted from the Strange Velvet Babel Chrysanthemum, instantly sweeping across the sky where the black shadow was.

The incident happened suddenly, and the black shadow, who was caught off guard, was controlled by Ye Huang's fourth soul skill, and his whole body suddenly fell from mid-air.

"Cuckoo."

Accompanied by the sharply falling body, rapid roars also came from the black shadow's mouth.

"go to hell!"

"Pfft!"

Ye Huang's legs bowed slightly, and with a sudden force, his whole body jumped up, and the thick flower gun in his hand went up, piercing the black shadow directly.

"Cuckoo!"

The black shadow pierced by the flower gun let out another miserable howl.

The flower gun fell down, and streams of black blood flowed down from the tip of the flower gun at a high speed.

The black blood flowed more and more, and the wailing sound of the black shadow became lower and lower.

As the life breath of the black shadow became weaker and weaker, the thick white mist around it also became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly dissipated in the air.

After a while, everything in front of him quickly returned to the way Ye Huang just came here.

As the white mist dissipated, Ye Huang also saw clearly the true appearance of the black shadow stabbed by the flower spear in his hand.

A body of a snow-white spirit beast that looked like a fox appeared in front of Ye Huang.

This fox is also very different from other foxes.

Other foxes have sharp nails on their paws, but this fox has five tiny silk threads hanging down from its two front paws.

"It turned out to be a demon fox with a string!"

Seeing the appearance of the soul beast in front of him, Ye Huang cried out.

This thread-drawing demon fox has long since become extinct on the Douluo Continent, and Ye Huang has only seen descriptions about it in Qian Daoliu's private library.

Like other fox-type spirit beasts, the body of this thread-drawing demon fox is very fragile, and almost any spirit beast over ten years old can pierce its body.

There are gains and losses. Although the body of the thread-drawing demon fox is very fragile, in terms of the strangeness of its mental power, it is the boss of all fox-like soul beasts.

It can create a space full of white mist at will, and then control those humans or spirit beasts who enter the space to help it do things.

Zhu Zhuqing was caught in the trick, so he launched an assassination on Ye Huang in a daze.

Fortunately, Ye Huang was vigilant, otherwise, if he didn't notice, he might have already become the ghost of Zhu Zhuqing's sword.

Of course it's more than that, this thread-drawing demon fox can also extract the memory of the soul master who appeared in the space, and create phantoms that are the same as the characters in the memory of the soul master.

As long as it doesn't die, the phantoms it transforms will continue to be reborn, and they will always have an immortal body.

What's even more weird is that as the soul power in the fox's body increases, the soul power of the soul master it transforms will also increase accordingly.

Seeing the black soul ring floating slowly from the body of the thread-carrying demon fox, Ye Huang was also secretly rejoicing.

The spiritual power of the 1-year-old demon fox is also equivalent to that of an ordinary human soul king.

If what he encountered just now was a demon fox with a thread that is more than 2 years old, even Ye Huang would be in danger.

The tent just now had been cut to pieces by the dagger in Zhu Zhuqing's hand, Ye Huang could only take out another tent, and carried Zhu Zhuqing who was knocked unconscious by himself into the tent.

After the hearty battle just now, Ye Huang didn't feel sleepy anymore.

"Such snow-white fox fur without variegation is very rare, but you can take it home to make a fox fur coat."

Looking at the snow-white fur of the thread-carrying demon fox not far from the tent, Ye Huang took out a short knife on a whim and prepared to peel off the skin and take it back.

The fur of the thread-lifting demon fox is much softer than that of other foxes, and it does not have the aggressiveness of other foxes, but has a faint fragrance.

Just when Ye Huang stripped to the center of the eyebrows, a green light shot out from the center of the eyebrows of the dead thread-drawing demon fox.

"Could it be..."

Seeing this green ray of light, Ye Huang's heart skipped a beat.

He carefully peeled off the head of the thread-drawing demon fox, and a shrunken version of the head spirit bone jumped out.

In fact, he was quite surprised that the thread-lifting demon fox was able to produce the soul bone Ye Huang.

After all, except for 10-year-old soul beasts, the chances of soul beasts with other ages producing soul bones are really too low.

"This spirit bone can be given to my little senior sister."

Ye Huang happily put the head soul bone into the soul tool.

Although this is only a ten-thousand-year soul bone, the soul skills it carries are better than all the spiritual soul bones in the Spirit Hall.

"Brother Ye Huang."

As soon as Ye Huang finished handling the fox fur, Zhu Zhuqing's panicked shouts came from the tent.

"you're awake?"

Ye Huang opened the curtain and walked in, greeting Zhu Zhuqing.

After a night's rest, Zhu Zhuqing's face became much ruddy.

Seeing Ye Huang walk into the tent, Zhu Zhuqing's nervousness obviously relaxed.

Although she had only known Ye Huang for more than a day, she felt an unprecedented sense of security from Ye Huang.

When she woke up just now, she didn't find Ye Huang's figure, she felt flustered for a while, thinking that Ye Huang had left her and left secretly.

"I'm sorry, brother Ye Huang, I accidentally fell asleep last night."

Zhu Zhuqing apologized to Ye Huang with a face full of self-blame.

It was agreed that she would keep watch at night, but she did not expect to fall asleep without knowing when.

Fortunately, it was relatively safe here. If any harm was caused by her negligence, she would definitely feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know that he made such a mistake because he was under the control of the thread-drawing demon fox.

"It's okay, I've already rested."

"Are you feeling better?"

Ye Huang asked with concern, for fear that Zhu Zhuqing would feel guilty, he didn't mention anything about what happened last night.

"Well, much better."

The recovery of the soul master's body is many times faster than that of ordinary people. After a night of recovery, Zhu Zhuqing can move freely.

"In that case, let's hurry."

Everything ahead is an unknown existence, thinking about the safety of his brothers, Ye Huang did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

"Ok."

Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly stood up to help Ye Huang pack up his things.

Men and women are matched, and the work is not tiring. With Zhu Zhuqing's help, all the items are packed quickly.

(End of this chapter)